*Isabel's POV*
I raced through the woods, my feet barely brushing the ground as I flew across the land back to the cave. My hair whipped my face again, stinging harshly, reminding me that I still wasn't a full immortal yet. And the feelings the wolf gave me...
Why did the stupid mutt get to me like this? Why was the animal getting me so frustrated? He's a fucking dog!
But I liked it. I loved knowing a human hid behind those huge canine eyes that bored into mine.
Wait. Huh?
No. That DOG would never be anything except a pain in the ass. But... Something was coursing through my dead veins, causing me to think that, maybe, just maybe, I was still human. Human enough to love...
If only that were the case. This werewolf was using his special mutt powers to make me think I love him! Wasn't he? Stupid wolves. I scoffed under my breath hatefully.
I swerved, narrowly missing a tree before diving into the cave I called home calling out to the empty air. "Honey, I'm home!"
An eerie silence greeted me, my trilling voice echoing back, reminding me I was utterly alone. I searched for the dusty old coffin I had hid deep in the cave because the sun was due to rise any moment. I sleepily stretched my already perfect muscles, my human instincts bleeding through my vampire facade. I crawled into my coffin, closing the lid, leaving me to dream of a wolf howling at the moon with a slight wind ruffling his luscious fur while the humans began to wake up to about their day.
*Gabriel's POV*
The sun peaked it's bright rays over the land, giving life to everything under it. I stood quietly with my face peered towards it, absorbing the warmth that was radiating off of it. I was technically a child of the moon, but I enjoyed being able to feel the warmth of the sun beating down on me. It gave me a sense of comfort.
Short film-like pieces of the night before hand replayed in my head. I only had small bits and pieces here and there. The only thing that I was absolutely sure of was that there was a vampire. Everything else was a complete blur up until I had broken out of the groggy state I was in whilst in the middle of the field.
I decided it would have to be something I thought about later, after I had eaten. That was assuming that I could successfully block it out. That damn vampire had my head scrambled.
A part of me was angry that I could not remember any important details pertaining to the vampire, and the other part of me was upset that my brain had been washed basically clean. Part of me felt that I was supposed to know her, that there was a connection between the two of us. No! She was a vampire, and I a werewolf. Any form of relationship between the two species is utterly forbidden.
It was almost five o'clock when the small diner that I typically ate at had slowly came into view. The small neon sign that read "OPEN" blinked frantically, which helped to catch passersby attention. A small ring of the bell invaded my sensitive ears as I pushed the door open, causing a face of discomfort.
"Ah, Gabriel!" The little old lady, Mrs. Betty, shrieked happily. She engulfed me in a warm and welcoming hug, which brought a grin to my generally placid facade. "I was beginning to think that you weren't coming today!" She released me and shuffled me along to my normal table. "What'll it be today dear? Oh, wait. Let me guess. Biscuit and gravy with a double side of hashbrowns, Texas toast, and an apple pie for desert?"
"You know me so well, Mrs. Betty." Another grin made its way onto my face and I gave her a nod, confirming my order.
"We'll have it right out for you, dear." She shuffled to the back to begin preparing my meal.
I knew it would take a while for the food to be prepared, so I reached into my bag, grabbing my drawing pad and a pencil and begin my sketch.
Almost thirty minutes had passed and the sun had began to slowly fade away back behind the trees, leaving an orange and pink hue on the land before it.
"She's absolutely beautiful, dear. Who is she?" Mrs. Betty curiously questioned as she sat my plates down in front of me. That was a good question. Who was she? I did not know her name, and I could not figure out where I had seen her, but I felt a connection with the woman in the sketch.
"I'm not sure. Maybe she came to me in a dream." It was not a dismissable assumption.
"Well, honey, if that's your dream girl, I hope to one day be able to meet her." She gave my arm a light squeeze before disappearing to the back of the diner.
"I do too."
