I try to follow her trail. Her scent is getting faint. Where is she? I need to find her. She was such a wildcat, probably even more in- wait, where is this going? The stench of cigarettes, booze and sweat is getting to be too much. Ok, cmon Cam, focus. you really need to find the intriguing creature that just ran from you. I get the feeling I'm missing something here. Damn if it's something important, cause I don't think I've ever felt this way about any of the other girls before. Sure I had wild sex with extremely HOT babes but...... This one is different..... I can just feel it.
I start getting so jittery by my thoughts that I almost didn't notice that her scent was getting more vague. Keyword being almost. Paying more attention, I realise that there have been additions to her fragrance. Trust me, it isn't good. I shift my foot from one to another, wringing my hands by my sides.. Let's just forget about her, I can forget about her for a day, right? I headed to the direction that led to the path back home, ignoring the side of my mind, nagging at me to turn back. I am Cameron Forre, and I have never felt so uneasy in my life. What's gotten into me? Get a grip, no girl would appreciate a cowardly pussy to be their boyfriend or lover. Honestly, if I were in their shoes, I won't either.
"Hey mom, dad! I am home!" I called out, dragging my feet as I entered the mansion. Not to boast, but we lived in the richest estate and owned the biggest terrace. I have lived in here for 369 years, I know, I love that number too. Is it considered arrogance to say that I hve the best parents, one of the biggest room in town, and that I love it that way? Don't answer that, it's a rhetorical question. I consider it self-confidence, and one can never have too much of cofidence.
"Honey, don't drag your feet. You are going to dirty the floor AND wear out the soles of ANOTHER pair of shoes." Mom calls out. I smile, she's as caring as ever, always a sweetheart. Time doesn't seem to have changed her at all. "Oh, and where did you go off in such a hurry? I didn't even hear you go out the door."
Where did Dad go? "Cameron, i have never seen you act that way. You have some explaining to do, especially storming out on such an important meeting without a word. It's not like you, young man." Ah, there he is, as ever so serious. "I know what your thinking son, and you know that meeting was important for your future." I groaned inwardly. There he goes again. "Dad, I got bored waiting for the darn meeting to start and went out to an open field, no biggie."
"Son, after centuries you still think you can lie to me? I can practically smell smoke and alcohol off you! What happened?"
I ran a hand through my hair, sighing. Must he be that nosey? "Fine. I was wondering around amd came across a party. There, I caught a whift of someone so sweet yet perculiar. Much like red roses and blueberries, and a tint of honeysuckle......" The more I spoke of her, I just couldn't keep that silly grin splitting my face ito two. "That girl was so feisty, yet i could see she had a soft spot. She was beautiful, elegant, even." What the hell? I have never described someone as 'beautiful', 'hot and sexy', maybe, but beautiful? I must be losing my mind. "Dad, I have never felt this way before... an instant connection with someone that I don't even know. Heck, I don't even know her name!' I threw my hands up in exaggeration.
Finally snapping myself out of my trance, I met Dad's brown orbs, a complete contrast to my own. He shared a strange look with mom, cocking his head to the side, as if sending her a mind message. What is going on?
"Cameron, I think it's time we told you something. This will affect your whole life, so please listen to me very carefully. You have just met your beloved."
Beloved? Wait, what? Huh? Totally bewildered and caught off guard, I stared at them, unaable to process this new information. This... this is insane, crazy, am I dreaming, or is this a joke? I didn't realise I said that out until Mom's soothing voice filtered through my haze.
"Sweetie, its not a joke. This is important. I know it's hard to take in, I went through that myself when Richard here told me about it." I barely registered the words, or the loving gaze she looked at Dad. I however, managed to force out, " What exactly is a beloved?"
A knowing smile formed on Mom's face. "A beloved is the single most incredible thing you will ever experience in your entire immortal life. He or she will be your eternal partner through thick and thin, high and low, smile and cries. They will be your source of strength in this world, the light to your darkness, and your pillar of support when the going gets tough. Simply put it, a beloved is your soul mate. Just like Richard is mine, that girl is yours."
"But be careful, son, because the more the two of you bond, the stronger the connection. Meaning, it will hurt if you guys aren't together. You will become weaker and weaker if you don't see her for a certain period of time, and she will feel sharp stabbing pains at her chest. Son, you don't want her to go through that. It hurts real bad." She concluded with a sigh of contemptment, gazing into my father's eyes lovingly. Oh come on? What now? Geez I felt the connection alright, but I refuse to be tied down to one girl for eternity. Before i could fully process this whole situation, my dad cut in.
"The closer you get to her, the more you will crave her blood. Beware,because once you do drink from her, you will establish a blood bond. You will then be able to read each others minds and you will feel what the other party is feeling. After tasting her blood, you will never get enough of it. Honestly, never yearning for anothers' again. Biting your beloved is pleasurable for her and you but it will hurt her immensely if she runs from it. So much that she may crumble in front of your very eyes."
I was awestruck yet horrified. My fiesty, stubborn girl, collapse? In front of me? That image seems too surreal. I cannot picture her looking fragile at my feet. For some reason, that thought is giving me a boner, her submitting herself to me....... But I can't take any chances. I should keep my distance from her, but a little voice inside me says, 'But are you sure you can keep that up? And for how long?' Those questions, I have no answers to.
