Tiberius' P.O.V
I didn't see her again; not until six weeks later. She once again snuck into the library, like a phantom. But there she stood, in all of her heavenly demonic glory. Long hair piled into a messy bun, eyes, dark and wondering as I had seen before.
"Here for anther Clare novel," I question, averting my eyes from the page in front on me.
She jumps backwards a small bit after hearing my voice cut through the silence.
"Ya," she replies timidly, "but do you have anything a little more..."
"More?" I respond, confused.
"More," she says while making dramatic hand gestures.
"OK," I laugh a little before gently taking her hand.
She shivers and looks at my hand as if it has committed murder without my bodies permission. I pull her along- ignoring the shivers running up my arm- and introduce her into the wonderful world of angels and demons.
She scans the spines looking for something that spikes her interest; brow in full furrow, concentrating on titles and summaries leading to pages of heartbreak and pain mixed with happiness and unbearable joy.
She pulls a book, looks at the cover and then quickly places it back on the shelf- a look of shock and disgust on adjourns her delicately sharp features. I laugh at her antics.
"Well what would you suggest?" she questions smugly.
I step so close to her that my breath heats the skin on her neck. She stiffens as I reach up and pull a smaller hard cover novel off one of the top shelves. My small amount of biceps is flexed; a sharp intake of breath can be heard.
"This one is really good," I whisper in her ear, allowing my lips to graze her neck a bit before walking to the library office.
Once the books is entered into the computer she runs- practically sprints- out of the library. Her thick hair cutting through the wind, shielding her from the world.
She's mesmerizing, every move she makes is elegant, precise, and graceful. When she's finally out of the threshold I do a happy dance. I finally got to see her again.
"Mom," I yell running into to kitchen.
"Yes, Ti."
"She came back today," excitement is oozing out of my mouth.
"She? as in the dark haired, bright eyed one," My mom says, trying to describe my mysterious female friend.
"That's her," I smile.
"Oh honey," my mother runs over and crashes me into a hug, "What's her name?"
I hadn't thought about asking for her name; I was just so excited to see her.
"I don't know," I reply honestly.
"You love her and you don't even know her name, Honey your head over heels."
"Am I?" I'm too shocked at her accusation to argue.
"I was the same with your father; he'd come and go as he pleased. Leaving me in pieces, then showing up weeks later putting them all back together I was his personal puzzle falling apart at his will," my mom sighs, reliving the varying emotional memories.
"I love you mom."
"I love you too, honey."
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Like a Shadow
RomanceTiberius James was just a regular bookworm until he met a girl, so passionate about life, that he completely overlooked the fact that she would party with the dead.
