Stella Starlet

Enigma

The foyer in Stella's home

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I had the day to myself. After reassuring Enzo a thousand times that I would be alright, he reluctantly left. He had to go be with his wife somewhere. 

While laying on a chaise facing the window, blankly smoking a cigarette, there was  forceful knocking at my door.

I was a little scared, Enzo didn't knock on the door like that and he was really the only one who came over. 

I reached over to the drawer and grabbed a small pistol, holding it at my side as I silently crept to the door.

Fearful, I looked out the peephole and saw a certain handsome man with platinum hair.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, slightly aggressive.

"Dear goodness, Stella! Why such animosity in your voice?" He smirked, sarcasm lacing his words.

"I don't know you." I stated, coldly. "Go away."

"For Christ's sake open the door. I don't want to keep talking to a slab of wood."

I thought for a moment, before slipping the weapon into the back band of my jeans before opening the door.

"There's your beautiful face." Carlisle grinned, amusement dancing in his blue irises. I just stood there, looking at him blankly, waiting for an answer as to why he was here at my doorstep. He sighed and rolled his eyes, running a hand through his hair.

"You must be wondering why I'm here. Well, is it so shameful for a man to just want to see a very special woman at her residence? Let me in, Stell. I just want to talk." 

He called me "Stell"  and here I was blushing about it. I liked the nickname.

I stepped aside and let him walk into the foyer.

He slipped his leather jacket off and placed it on one of the chairs.

I then began to walk towards the living room when I was pushed up against the wall.

I felt a cold sensation being pressed to my jaw. I looked up at Carlisle as he held me to the wall; the gun that was once in my waistband now was being held at my jaw.

"You plan to shoot me with this, Stell?" He asked, his jaw clenched.

"You were knocking at my door like a fucking madman. Don't blame me for thinking you were some lunatic."

Come on, Carlisle. Pull the trigger. I don't care, I thought.

He stared at my face for a couple more seconds, then removed the weapon that was pointed at me. "Why do you look so goddamn lifeless when I hold a fucking gun at you?" He exclaimed. "I should've seen fear . . . anger, hell, anything in your eyes! But there was nothing." His voice became softer and his jaw unclenched.

I just shrugged and pushed myself out of his grip, continuing my walk to the living room. I know the answer well and clear. I was neither living nor dead. I breathed, blinked, moved and talked but I didn't feel alive.

I sat down and poured two glasses of vodka, handing one to Carlisle. I downed it easy, staring out the window to Central Park, watching the trees sway in the brisk wind.

"Stell, I came here to ask you on a date."

I looked at him, bewildered. "I'm with Enzo."

He snorted. "Enzo's with his wife, Elizabeth. They're together now, aren't they?" Carlisle challenged.

I glanced down at his left hand. I snorted louder than he did. "Don't talk about Enzo like that when you yourself have a wedding band on."

"Yes, I do have a wife but currently," he glanced down to his watch and then looked back up. "Is with another man. I don't desire her anymore, that's why she's doing that. I desire you, Stell."

"You don't mean that. This is some sick game to you, you're fucking crazy," I spit, venom audible.

He laughed. He actually laughed as he ran a hand through his hair. "Stell, games are supposed to enjoyable." His faced sobered and he looked angry. "And I'm not enjoying listening to you fight me. For Christ Sake, what do you owe him? Until he marries you, he has nothing on you. Go on a date with me."

I looked at his sapphire eyes and I nodded. "Fine, I'll do it if it means you'll stop harassing me."

He grinned lopsidedly and walked towards me, to where I got up to the counter where a decanter of whiskey sat. 

I was about to pour a glass when I Carlisle's body against my back, my hair being pushed away from my neck. I tensed, putting my glass down.

I felt Carlisle's warm breath against my left. "Let go," he spoke, indicating my obvious reluctance. I felt a soft kiss being placed on my skin. 

My eyes shut and my body becoming more relaxed in his grip, I did exactly as he commanded. I let go. I let go of fighting him because I would be lying to myself if I said I didn't want him. 

He left a trail of kisses down my neck towards my shoulder. "Carlisle," I said, breathily. 

I then felt nothing on my neck anymore. I heard his words at my ear, "See you on Friday night for our date."

He then backed up, removing himself from me. He walked past me towards the foyer and I heard the front door open and close.

I groaned, frustrated as hell as I almost banged my head against the counter. What was his problem? He came in here, held a gun at me, asked me on a date, kissed my neck, and then left. 

He truly was an enigma. 

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After leaving the house, I headed to a coffee shop to sit down and read a book.

Upon walking to the table with my coffee in a mug and my book open in my other hand, my eyes quickly scanning over the words, I bumped into someone. 

I glanced up quickly and was prepared to profusely apologize.

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry."

I looked into the emerald eyes of the attractive woman, biting my lip.

She laughed and nodded to my coffee. "At least it didn't spill on us." She winked.

I blushed. "I'm sorry again." I smiled again quickly and then walked towards the small table in the corner. I felt a tap on my shoulder. "Hey, how about to make up for almost knocking me over, killing me, sending me to my millions of years of impending purgatory, you let me sit with you?" She asked.

I laughed and nodded, leading her to the table. I was not strictly attracted to men, I was bisexual. And at that moment, I found this woman very attractive. She had striking jade eyes and wavy platinum hair. 

As we sat down, I closed my book intending to be social. 

She extended her hand. "Karliah Vanderbilt." I shook her hand.

"Stella Futherford."

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Author's Note-

Hey guys! I decided to create Stella as bisexual because lots of stories mainly feature a straight female and as a wannabe reformer, I made the decision :D 

Some of this story is based off myself, I had gone through similar experiences and have mutual traits as Stella. idk where this was really going to go.... nevermind

Anyway.... Thanks for reading!

Best,

Victoria xoxo