Is it love: Peter Bartholy

Chapter 15 Part 2 - Peter Pov

Peter Pov:.

"Why can't we go to your place?"

My tone may have been passed of as neutral if it wasn't for my tense jaw, my main attention on the piece we were playing. It gave a soothing tone, perfectly hiding my frustration. Why was she being so difficult? I have tried everything short from trying vampiric force to get her home. She would be safer there. But no.  She had refused every time. Seriously. Not even Lorie was this stubborn! 

Time flew. It had gotten to the point where I needed a distraction against my growing hunger, hence we were now in the music room. Her practicing and me silently tempering my vampiric side.

Dorothy - "Father is having company over, and they they tend to be a little on the rowdy side. Your place would be quieter."

Dorothy giggled, staying in almost perfect tune with me. Her shoulder nudged mine, trying to get more than a nodded in response. She wanted to go to the mansion, and so I concentrated on correcting her mistake. She definitely had talent, her executions where near perfect. Her enthusiasm didn't waiver either. There was just something holding her back.

Dorothy - "Hey. Let's try this one."

With a flirtatious giggle, she lets her fingers gliding through the keys, breathing life to a piece that had been haunting my head.

She only managed a few strokes, yet the piece she chose taunted me. When she started to slow, my fingers quickly took over. Reaching every keystroke, I executed its melody with precision. Breathing life into it.

I closed my eyes, trying to call on the feeling of the songs emotional heartbeat and the time I met Lizabeth.

Images of golden blond hair flashed through my head and I felt my body shudder. It wasn't Lizabeth. Her face was unfocused which grabbed my attention. I could almost picture her watching me. Her oceanic blue eyes looking up, a hidden smile on her face. The faint scent vanilla...

The scruff of the door broke the spell bringing my attention back to reality with enough time to register the door clicking shut. Who was that? My mind immediately went on the defensive prepared for the worst. 

"Stay."

I ordered. Without even glancing at her, I crossed the room, reopening the door. My body tensed, ready to assess the possible threat. This was public grounds and neutralizing was always a last resort. My breath hitched and I stumbled back at the golden hair and wide blue eyed saucers looking back at me.

"What are you doing here, Zeva?"

Zeva - "I've come to the wrong room. I'm leaving , sorry I interrupted you..."

Totally taken aback by her blatant lie. She'd seen us and now she was upset and hurting. Where was Sarah Osborne? I couldn't even smell the witch nearby, only faint traces on Zevas clothes and those weren't recent. 

Anger quickly went to panic  as saw noticed she was about to leave. I knew it was wrong when my hand reached out and grabbed hers. But I couldn't let her run off. It wasn't safe.

"I'm sorry about my behavior, earlier, I'm not usually like that."

My voice strained fighting between the need to comfort her yet keep her at arms length. Slowly her eyes turned from her hand to look at me. Her brows furrowed and I braced myself for what was coming.

Zeva - "Why were you angry at me?"

And there it was. Her eyes were begging for an answer. But what could I tell her? The truth? That I belonged to another? Yeah, somehow I felt like that wouldn't go over too well.