Is it love: Peter Bartholy

Chapter 19 Part 2 - Peter Pov

Peter Pov

"Zeva..."

I hesitated, before getting closer. She didn't seem hurt and there was no scent of blood.  That alone, should have come with some sort of relief, but it didn't.

Standing right infront of her, and still there was nothing. No spring flowers, no vanilla, not even a whiff of the fear that was so visibly rolling off her trembling body.

"Zeva?"

Venturing her name again, I received no reaction. Reluctantly I reached out my hand. My stomach lurched when her body recoiled from the slight touch. Her eyes shot up  from their hiding place with a look of pure horror.

"Zeva, it's me..."

I mumbled the words. No longer sure if my presence would even ease her fear or just add to it. The words were dry in my throat.The way she looked at me was more like a frightened  animal cornered and looking for a way out.

Carefully I backed away, my eyes watching her every movement. If she ran, it would trigger my vampires need to chase. And without a scent  I wold have no choice but to follow through. I seriously hoped to avoid that though.

The instant an opportunity of escape presented itself, Zevas body coiled itself into action. The vampire in me responded already antsy for the eventual chase.

Time froze.

Instead of running, Zevas body had launched itself right into mine. The contact as her arms wrapping themselves around my chest was not only unexpected but came with a total shock to my system. Waves of sensations zerged all the way throughout my body. A pull unlike anything I had ever felt.

Coming out of the daze, I slowly my arm wrapped themselves around her waist, protectively encasing her small frail frame against my own. Carefully I let my fingers brushed through her soft hair, taking out a small feather that had nestled itself in.

Zeva - "Thank-you, Peter ... I ... I got lost. I'm so glad you're here!..."

Her words were either half broken or full of sobs. A testament to her sorry state. I tightened my hold on her, feeling the relief and the bitterness when she took the comfort. 

I should have told Nicolae what I knew or I should have called Drogo to come pick her up. But I hadn't done any of those. I had tried to keep her at arm's length and for what? So I didn't feel guilty about Dorothy. Full of turmoil I buried my face in the crook of her neck, seeking my own comfort.

Even without her scent, my body felt molded to fit hers. The sensation of having her in my arms felt precious, and I relinquished myself to the feeling that it brought.

The uncontrollable uneasiness when she wasn't nearby...

The possessiveness..

The jealousy..

The unwillingness to see her hurt...

No, I couldn't reject her.

I needed her...

she was my sweet, little.. Zeva.

Yours? She will never be yours. I heard my brothers voice taunting in my head. Just hearing his voice made me tense. The image of hands roaming up and down her body flashed in memory. Was that why her scent had been all over the him?

My throat tightened and my mouth suddenly dried, at the mere idea.

"What are you doing here alone?"

I almost swallowed back the words, but I needed to know. Had she gone out here with him to..?

Zeva - " I thought I saw ... something ... I wanted to check but I got lost and my phone had no reception. "