Little Mate

Chapter 1

Zaid

Four days, almost a week is how long I have been watching, planning, and observing my little mate.  I've been studying the smallest characteristics about her, like how she always feels sad or depressed but tries to put on a smile for her family.  The pull through the mate bond, although she may not feel it, definitely affects me.  She has to have certain things go her way or she won't stop until it does.  She is the most beautiful specimen I've ever seen in my 431 years on this god forsaken planet.

Before I caught a glimpse of this amazing girl, my little mate, I had no hope in ever finding my mate.  I believed to be cursed, to be without a mate for eternity, or, until I drove a dagger straight through my heart to end my misery.  Maybe this was my way of being punished by an unknown force because of all the wrong I've caused.  All the blood I have shed just to survive.  Shortly after I was turned, my master was killed along with his servants.  I fled from Europe, to get away from all the war, and the corrupt council.  I had to take lives to stay fed and functioning.  But, I would never kill an innocent soul, only those who murdered or who were about to succumb to the light.  This way my way of coping with killing them.  There were hurting the innocent or they were about to pass on, but I was still the monster.  I took their lives.  Now as I gaze at her, the sun shining, making her eye twinkle and her full blown smile, I believe I do have a chance at finding real happiness with my mate.

The only conflict that is rummaging through my head is her age.  I have almost twenty years on her as a human and four-hundred as a vampire.  From what I gathered today she is at the ripe age of sixteen. In societies view, my advance on this young, yet curvaceous, beautiful girl, would be considered, an older man pursuing an underage girl.  Though the age gap was large, I didn't mind at all, after all she is my mate.  She was made for me, belongs with me.  I thank the heavens for blessing me with such a beautiful girl for a mate, even after all the grief I have caused throughout the centuries. 

I just have to conjure up a plan to approach my mate.  I did not want to scare her.  That was the last thing I would ever want to accomplish.  So as I thought long and hard, an idea finally popped into my train of thought.

Normally, I see her going on runs through the back path in the woods.  It is a beautiful sight to the eyes.  It's almost as breathtaking as her.  There is a little waterfall, with rocks scattered all around and the wildlife in the area is amazing.  Nature is a beautiful thing. 

I thought about my plan.  As soon as she went into the woods, I was going to figure out a way to talk to her without coming off as a utter and total creep.  This is going to be harder than I ever thought possible...

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Ellena

The last few days have been the utmost weirdest days of my life.  Often, I feel like I see things that are, in fact, not actually there.  Yesterday, I could have sworn I saw a man in my backyard, but the next second as I blinked, the man, had disappeared into thin air.  Or he just was not there.  The reasonable part of my brain conjured up.  I was still trying to make sense of all this.  And I feel like I'm being watched.  You know that itchy feeling, that your body senses, it annoys you to point where you cannot take it anymore.  That has been happening to me consecutively throughout the day. 

I figured it was mostly just pent up stress and .  Most people do not know that I have anxiety, not even my own family.  My chest tightens, my throat all of the sudden becomes as dry as the Sahara Desert, my thoughts are all jumbled, and I feel the need to succumb to the beautiful darkness.  I have not been having as many anxiety attacks as I have at other times, but when they hit, they hit hard.