Crimson Eyes (GirlxGirl) [Rewrite/Edit]

Chapter 4 - The Email

Alayna's POV

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I looked at my computer screen, an email from my parents.

Subject: Roger

I'd like to review what you've been accomplishing while we've been gone Alayna. It's nearly Rogers eighteenth birthday and he's yet to get into contact with us or the council regarding his arrangements. If he's not yet marked the girl, it has to be done. If not he must leave her and figure out where to go. We refuse to let Roger bare our name if he isn't going to work with us. Get back to me Alayna, before I have your head along side his.

- Royal Councilman, Darius Vanderdoult

I sighed as I read the last sentence. I refuse to let anything happen to my brother, he thinks he has a choice, but not with parents like ours.

A Vanderdoult doesn't just not complete the transition process. Our people are Royals, we set the example. We bare the mark, as do our life partners.

When we find them, we mark them, they become us.

I got up from the desk in our study, I had arranged to meet with Jasmine this afternoon, I wanted to discuss our conversation from the night before. I wanted to apologize for the way I talked to her.

I walked into my large bedroom, taking off my clothes and standing in front of my large mirror, I turned to the side running my hand over the markings.

The family emblem, it had been scarred into my side during my transition process. It had been years go, but I still remember the pain when I woke up. It was an unbearable couple of days, but it healed fast.

I wish there was another way, but there wasn't. I hated it, but that's what it was.

I walked into my large closet, picking out a slim fitting suit. I put it on, arranging my long black hair to frame my face, I unbuttoned the first few buttons on my shirt, making the suit a bit sexier.

I checked the time on my phone making sure I'd make it there before she did.

I pulled my black Escalade out of the drive way, it was my favorite car aside from my white Porsche. I drove it fast down the street, calling me an adrenaline junky would be an understatement.

I parked at the far end of the parking lot, I sat in my car, waiting for her car to pull in. Before too long I saw it. She parked her red Jeep Pilot perfectly into the stop. I exited my car and walked over to hers.

Tapping on the window I saw her jump slightly, her eyes turned to look at me. The moment our eyes met, I smiled involuntarily. My heart started to race. This girl was doing things to me that I couldn't control, and it felt amazing as well as terrifying.

She turned her car off and opened the door, the moment she stepped out, my breath was gone. This outfit was so, what's the word, jaw-dropping.

I just stared in awe, I couldn't bring myself to form any words. Say something damn it!

"Hi," her soft voice brought me out of my trance, "you're here early."

"We are early, but that's okay. More time to talk" I told her, as yet another smile formed on my lips. I couldn't help it, being this close to her made my heart happy.

I watched as she adjusted her skirt before locking her car and walking away from me towards the entrance. We were greeted by the hostess, a small girl who looked about her age. We were led to a small table in the back, I sat down across from her.

I was a bit upset that there was people around and we weren't completely alone. I wanted to be alone with her. Completely alone.

A waitress walked up to our table setting menus in front of us.

I didn't bother to look at it, "We'll have two of your house coffee please."

She nodded and walked away. I watched her walk away, she reminded me of someone but I couldn't quite put my finger on it.

I heard laughter, and turned to look at Jasmine. I raised my eyebrow at her, "What?"

"Oh, nothing," she responded, leaning her body on the table toward me, "you were just staring."

I frowned, trying hard not to look down at her amazing cleavage. The way she was sitting now made her once covered up cleavage, push up over her shirt.

"Whatever." I responded, god I sounded like a child.

This is what she did to me she made me sound like a child, and it was embarrassing.

I quickly changed conversations, I needed her to sit back in her seat, which she eventually did.

We had been talking for a few minutes, about absolutely nothing, when she suddenly frowned.

"I'm hungry." She pouted, turning around in her seat looking towards the kitchen as if to look for the waitress.

I smiled, she was adorable yet so beautiful. It was incredible how fast I started to fall for her. Although not to surprising. We were soulmates after all. Now I just had to make her fall for me.

"Oh, there she is." she turned fully around in her chair, "waitress!"

I chuckled, " God, relax she'll come in a second,"

She turned to me and stuck her tongue out, "I'm hungry." She repeated.

Our waitress walked up to our table, "Are you two ready to order?"

"Yup, I'll take an order of pancakes, a side of eggs, side of bacon and sausage. I'll also have an orange juice. Thanks." She smiled at her setting her menu at the edge of the table.

I laughed again, "I'll just have an omelette."

"Okay, I'll bring it over as soon as it's ready."

"Thanks boo." Jasmine said winking at the girl, who just smiled as her.

I raised my eyebrow at her, laughing lightly. She just grinned at me leaning her cheek onto her hand.

She had this childlike persona at times that just made me smile and enjoy being around her. I didn't know if it was because of my feelings for her, or because I simply hadn't gotten to know her enough for her presence to annoy me. Either way I was glad I was around her at the time.

She sat there rambling on about herself, it was peaceful. I just listened, every so often throwing in a single worded response to signal I was listening. Although for the most part I wasn't, I was just watching her lips as they moved. Her perfect white teeth peeking under her amazing lips, those lips I haven't been able to get out of my mind. Incredible.

By the time out food came, I'd learned about her obsession with cats. Her favorite color, song, and plenty of her hobbies. Her breakfast didn't stop her from speaking, she talked between bites. Surprisingly it didn't bother me. Had it been anyone else I would've told them to shut up and eat. Not her, she was different, it didn't make me cringe it made me smile, she was cute.

In all honesty I had nothing I wanted to talk to her about, I was afraid of meeting with her and not having anything to talk about. She was making it easy by talking the whole time.

Then she just stopped, her phone started ringing and her body tensed. Her face showed a mixture of sadness and anger. She cleared her throat, and stood up excusing herself. I watched as she walked out of the restaurant. I could see her arguing with whoever was on the other end. She stood out there for a few moments after ending the call, I couldn't tell what was going on but it didnt feel right. Finally she walked towards me, apologized and grabbed her purse.

"I'm sorry I have to go, something came up. Thanks for breakfast, or lunch, kinda." She lightly laughed.

"No thank you for joining me." I responded, pulling out a bill from my wallet, waving towards the waitress and setting it on the table walking out besides her.

I watched as she got in her car and drove away. That might have been the best hour I've had in a long time. It was all thanks to her.