Making Good Impressions

Chapter 4: Alexander Russo POV: What was I thinking?

Alexander Russo:

Chapter 4: What was I thinking?

     I looked at the forest. Nothing was there but she was calling. I resisted on calling her again. I chanted in my head No you mustn’t. Again and again I chanted it but the thought of calling her and hearing that lovely voice through the receiver burned every dead cell inside me. She was far too lovely for me. Lovely indeed only a human male could deserve love from her. I visualized her with a plain unattractive human, happy. She had a smile on her plump lips, and a bump hedging out on her torso, pregnant. The thought infuriated me because it wasn’t my baby. It could never be mines. She was meant to have a happy life without me. But I had to try. She could have a happy life with me. It was possible. Very possible indeed because she obviously liked me, or maybe I was deluding myself in to thinking that could ever be possible. 

“Alexander.” My mother called. She wasn’t really my mother. She was my creator the one that brought me to this life of darkness. I loved her dearly don’t get me wrong. She made me a young god, what’s not to love? No, I didn’t think of myself as a god but she did. “Alexander?” She called again worried that I hadn’t heard. Which I did hear because we as vampires had superb hearing and a few extra things that weren’t truly necessary.

“Yes, mom.” I didn’t have to call her mom I just called her that to keep the fabrication up.

“Are you okay my son?”

“I never have been better.”

“Don’t lie to me my son I can see in the way you look your eyes are sad and you’ve been moping around like a weary ghost. Do you need to hunt? Are you thirsty Alexander?”

“No, I’m not thirsty.” We gave up our ways on hunting are natural food element. We only hunt animal in which are the most displeasing food I have ever encounter.

“Then what is it Alexander?”

“It’s her… I want her for the rest of eternity. But I don’t want her to suffer the thing that I have suffered in this life. I would not be able to live with myself if I force her into this life style. But I want her so badly mom.”  I stared at her trying to make her understand how badly I wanted her.

“You’ll find a way. Go talk to your brother Dmitri.” Dmitri appeared at the edge of the forest like he was called. The suddenness would have alarmed a human but I heard his fast movement charging on forest floor. My mother vanished under the thick underbrush and my brother stepped forward. He smiled at me and cocked his head to the side. He playfully punched my shoulder and laughed.

“Alex, what’s wrong with you brother?” his voice was concerned yet lively. 

I stared him down and answered him in a detached voice “What do you mean what’s wrong with me?”

“Why do you want this girl so badly?” He rephrased his pervious question.

“Dmitri when I saw her my mouth dropped and my drained pulse quickened into double time.” I confessed.

“Err... Alex you sound emo.”

“I am not emo… Well not at the moment.”

“Want to go home?”

“Sure, but what I really want is to talk to Fallen.”

“Have you called her?”

“Yes, but I think she thinks I’m a stalker, because I had her number and no one provided me with it.”

“What did you tell when she asked?”

“Well I went on with her hypothesis and said ‘world’s best stalker’ then laughed to hide the distress in my voice.” He shook his head and accelerated off into the dark woods. I went with him heading back to our home. And there waiting on the porch was my sister Amelia staring up at the stars wait for us to approach. She stood up and skidded over to my side while gabbing my hand in all of the same movement. “What do you want Amelia?”