Decadent (JacobXEnoch)

I.

Enoch's POV

I watched Jake enter the room and narrowed my eyes before focusing on my creation.

I had given him the cold shoulder multiple times since our initial introduction- well if you consider me making a snide comment and swiftly storming away, an introduction.

"Hey...What are you doing?"

"What does it look like I'm doing?"

"I dunno. I'm not even sure what you're capable of."

"Well you aren't staying here, so I suppose it doesn't matter." I pursed my lips and watched the discouragement fill his eyes.

"Well... Can I just see...?"

"Fine." I puffed my cheeks slightly before pulling a heart out of a jar and shoving it into a dismembered doll.

I watched it come alive and glanced up to see if he was disturbed.

Surprisingly, he wasn't.

Olive gasped happily and clasped her hands.

"And the funny thing is... I can do worst. I can make them rip themselves apart... It's best when I use animals. The ones that were just killed, you know?" I smirked. "I can rise the dead...."

I watched a faint hue of green appear on his skin as I made my creatures rip each other apart.

"Like what you see, American boy?"

"...Somewhat." he muttered before quickly exiting the room.

And you know... I thought that would have gotten him out of my hair. But no, I had to go and bring Victor back and bitch off to make him freak out.

He left for a couple of days and eventually came back, which in a way amused me but also pissed me off.

I mean, he's got some nerve to come back.

Why did he even come back? He's not welcome here.

I sat under the shade of the trees and watched him help Emma before attempting to sneak up on me.

"You've got terrible stealth." I grunted.

"Thanks...?"

"Not a compliment. That was an insult."

"..."

"Why did you come back?" I glanced over at him skeptically. "You're not doing this just because of Emma...are you? Because if you are- you're wasting your time. She's given up love years ago."

"Maybe so... but have you?"

"What?" I blinked and tensed up.

"I asked have you given up?"

"Why are you asking me that?"

"..." he sighed and glanced away.

"No, no, no. Look at me. You're not slithering out of this one."

"Well if you know why I'm asking, why are you pressing for it?"

"Because I can't believe it unless you let the words fall from your lips."

"Well you're the only one who hates me. I figured that if you put so much time into hating me, there must be that much love somewhere underneath."

"I'm disgusting not loving." I snorted. "Please don't let your mind fool you."

"Enoch." he groaned bitterly and glanced down at me.

"..." I remained silent, but held his gaze. His blue eyes made my heart jolt and my blood boil.

"So is that a no?"

"I'm not easy either." I muttered, getting up. I watched his eyes narrow. "I'm 117 or maybe 118 years old, Jacob. It's going to take more than the descendent of Abe Portman to woo me."

"What do you mean?"

"Figure it out." I yawned before walking back inside.

"Can I at least get a hint?"

"No."