Is it love: Peter Bartholy

Chapter 13 Part 3 - Peter Pov

Peter Pov ( Lets rewind a bit shal we?)

Lorie - "I want to play!"

Lorie stuck out her tongue and darting around me. Taking me by surprise. Caught up in a fun filled chaise I didn't even realize I had followed her upstairs until she disappeared into a room. A fresh scent of spring flowers and vanilla hit me like a freight train, halting my movement.

Zeva!

My brain was at odds with my heart. I couldn't help it. A small part of me wanted to go in, actually, more like screaming at me to go in. I wanted to see her. But that was a bad idea, and that was all it took to keep me rooted firmly just a few steps from the door. Taking a heavy sigh I leaned against the wall listening to the voices behind the closed door.

Zeva was definitely in there. Conflicted and torn for what to do, I let my mind wonder. Zeva just stirred up so many emotions it was overwhelming. Maybe I should leave for awhile. It would give me a chance to adjust to the thought of Lizabeth and maybe get Zeva out of my system. My attention was expected to be on obtaining a link with Liza... I mean Dorothy. We needed the doppelganger. Adding a human in the mix, would only complicate things.

One problem though, it changed nothing of what I felt for Dorothy. She just couldn't compare. Not when Zeva could hit me with her intoxicating presence while being in another room.

Unable to wrench myself away, I tortured myself listening to the sound of her voice and taking in the faint traces of her alluring scent and sound of her rhythmic heartbeat. The addicting mixture of spring flowers and vanilla, wrapped around me like a soft blanket, reminding me of he soft skin. I didn't have to close my eyes to picture her face, either. Her beautiful blue eyes, could numb my senses to the point where I couldn't think right. Not to mention those tender lips...

Fuck!

Clenching my fists I almost hammered them into the wall. But that would alert the girls that I was just on the other side of the blasted wall, so I settled on grasping through my hair tugging it at both ends. Frustration soon gave way making me pace up and down the hallway.

I felt torn between my past, my present and my duty.

When I thought about Zeva I felt,

Guilty.

When I thought about Dorothy I felt,

Guilty.

Zeva - "Are you still going to kill me, Princess Lorie? I'm ready to die ...."

Zevas words came clearly through the closed door making my blood run cold.

Shit!

I should have paid more attention when Lorie said she wanted to play with Zeva! She had been behaving so well that I didn't even considered that she actually meant play, play with her! Fear snaps my body towards the door within seconds.

But when I opened the door I was stunned to see the two girls sitting comfortably on the floor perfectly fine.

No fangs,

No blood,

Nothing...

Nothing, but a pair of girls looking at me curiously. Each with a doll in their hands. Keeping my emotions in check , I felt Zevas eyes had instantly locked onto me. I might exaggerate but somehow she looked paler, thinner than before. There was hurt in her eyes and I knew that I probably caused it. It pained me to see her like this but there was nothing I could do. This was for the best. For both of us.