Monster || Sebastian Stan Fanfic

02. Scent

Hope's P.O.V

'Thank God', I think to myself as I finally get into the plane. For a second I thought I wasn't going to make it.

Leaving London is by far, one of the hardest things I've ever done, but I have been offered a job at a Law buffet in New York City. It's a chance I wouldn't want to miss. 

Besides, I also needed an excuse to leave this place. I will surely miss my family and friends, but there are some things that I need to let go off. Things about my past, things I wish I could bury. This is the closest I'll ever get to that, so yes. I'm both leaving for work and running away.

I look for my seat. I wish I could have been next to the window, but the place had already been taken. I sit down and look at my side. 

There is this dark haired, blue eyed, handsome stranger staring at me. 'Sweet Jesus, is this even a real human being?. How can somebody be so beautiful?', I wonder while I look at his perfect face.

"Sorry if I woke you", I apologize.

"You didn't...", he replies in a deep voice. He is still staring at me and I start to feel uncomfortable.

He seems to notice, as he looks away. Shortly after, he stands up, excusing himself as he carries a backpack and walks to the restrooms.

I feel exhausted. After all, I spent the last two days packing as much as I could. God knows I could use a nap right now. The thought doesn't last much as I fall into a deep sleep.

Sebastian's P.O.V

A flashback of my past comes back when she sits next to me. I know this woman. I met her when she was nothing but a teenager.

I was in staying in London, back then. I remember it all too well.

There was this place, called 'Kensington Roof Gardens'. It was a club where young people would hang out, dance and drink. I normally feed on blood bags from Hospitals I sneak into but, every now and then, I feed from humans.

On that particular night I was eager for a drink, and by drink I don't mean a glass of whiskey. There was this group of young people dancing and laughing really loud. 

That's when I saw her. Jumping, her hair in the air. I could smell her scent. Sweet. I approached her and grabbed her waist, she turned around and looked at me. Her eyes were a rare combination of hazel and green and her hair had different shades of brown.

"Don't say a word. Keep dancing and play along with me", I whispered as I compelled her.

We kept on dancing together for a while, then I took her to a dark corner and grabbed her wrist. It was covered in bracelets, it was rather convenient, as the bite mark would be covered by them. I sank my fangs in, as she laid her back against the wall. Her blood was just as sweet as her scent. I had a hard time stopping. I didn't want her to faint or die. Once I was done, she looked at me and wiped my mouth with her hand, as there was small blood stain on the corner of my lips.

"Now, go and have fun with your friends. Forget you ever met me. If anyone asks about those marks, you will say you can't remember. But, before any of this, you will tell me your name", I compelled.

"Hope. Hope Hale", he replied and with a smirk, she went back to her friends.

I swallow the last sip of the blood bag I'm now holding. I have been adding vervain to the blood bags for years now, so my resistance to it has grown considerably.

I go back to my seat. Hope is now profoundly asleep. I caress her check with my fingers, she doesn't even move. Her once sweet face has changed. She looks like a woman now, but the sweetness of her scent is something I could never forget.