The Cravers

38. Haunting Past

There was barely anyone around in the library,  the only company I had was the old human librarian who teetered with books to shelf them back to their place. She eyed me once in a while with curiosity but looking like a sleepless vampire, I probably scared her off with my unstable behavior. I was constantly grunting and throwing books down with loud thuds in frustration. But that was okay, I sometimes, I longed to be with the silent world. With the constant city noises and conferences and huntings, I have forgotten how precious the quiet was. I missed my boring life for the most part of it. 

But silence was a reminder for the brain to talk and linger in the past. 

I remembered Will.

Tears formed in my eyes and I started to weep, even a call of his name brought me to waterfalls. "Will."  My true unstable thoughts resurfaced out of no where and it easily broke down my barriers that I had kept for years.

I couldn't help it, a memory came to me, I tried to stop it but it took over me like a demon does sometimes. My hands shook violently, for I wasn't ready to open my wounds back. Go away, go away. I slapped my hand to the desk, as if holding the edge would help me stay in reality. But with a cry, it forced itself on me and I whimpered in pain.

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New York, 1800s

I was walking in the park, with tears in my eyes. I couldn't believe myself. How did I let myself come to this? So stupid I was, I couldn't help but be frustrated with myself, thank goodness this was temporary. I can't allow myself to be entranced in his presence, he was slowly intoxicating my thoughts and I was letting him get the best of me. 

I marched furiously through the garden, like a mad woman I grabbed on every leave or flower on my way and pulled at them angrily. The night was beautiful and the roses gleamed prettily, only if I had a good mood I wouldn't attack them so savagely.

Breathe, Diana. Breathe.

I don't love him. He's just a human, a pesky human. Right?

Right?

I couldn't be more wrong. He enticed me in his wit and charisma. Already I could feel the smell of his musky cologne from this far. I must be delusional, how can I smell his scent from this far? He was sitting at the dinner hall, wait, unless...

"Good evening, Miss Diana."

I gasped, my heart unexpectedly jumping up in surprise. "Will?" I stuttered. I turned around, meeting his eyes with a dark accusing look. "What do you want? Was the dinner too bland for you?" I narrowed my eyes. A shrilling collective laughter could be heard from the hall.

Will raised a sly brow with a humorous gleam in his icy blue eyes. "Hmm, I think I hear some envy."

I burst into a sudden chuckle, "Envy? I have no place for you in my heart, Mr. Jackson. No thank you." I walked towards him with a flair in my body. "If you are talking about our one encounter back then, I am sure it was my mistake. So, my apology for invading your dreams," I batted my eyes at him prettily, I could hear the laughter of the hall as if it was mocking my lies. "Don't wait for long, your fiance will get worried." I mustered angrily, beginning to brush past by him.

"Wait," he gripped my elbow before I could move out of his vicinity. I halted. "Take a walk with me."

I studied his face. His eyes were intent with want, things that I imagined would delight me if I explored more in them. His lips looked so soft and inviting, if I didn't watch myself, I would throw my hands around him. "Miss Diana, I just want to talk. Like you said, I'm now engaged, it is not improper for me to talk to other ladies." He brushed a hand on my cheek.