naya

"Oh uhm..." She stammered, she could feel the intense devotion in his words towards her. It made her nervous. She was too stunned to speak. She was so confused and was beginning to regret wandering off from the party to explore the rest of the castle.

He knew that she wouldn't understand entirely what he was or the love they once shared. His heart ached at the truth, the only thing numbing the pain was the sweet face looking back at him shyly at this moment. The face he's spent years without.

He sighed, standing up and a quick second he was sitting next to her. She gasped. Of course she was aware of the coexistence of vampires, but seeing one use their abilities, in real time, so close to her was astonishing. "Jesus Christ...what the hell was that for? You couldn't walk over here like a normal person?" She said flustered, slightly giggling. He chuckled.

In a low purring voice, he raises his hand slowly motioning her to scoot closer to him, his loving gaze never leaving her face, "come here", his voice soft and sultry yet so assertive. Like a fisherman being lured into the sea by a siren, she felt hypnotized to do what he said. She found herself cautiously scooting closer to him, putting her hand in his. He brought her hand to his lips and placed a gentle kiss on it, still holding his gaze to her.

"Your heart is beating so beautifully fast..." he said, he tuned out every other sound in the room to be able to only hear her heartbeat. "It's all I can hear right now.." he said bringing her hand to his cheek, caressing his own face with it. "Well yeah, I'm nervous...this is the closest I've gotten to first base". She joked, trying to hide her nervousness. He moved her hand from his face to his hair, guiding her hand to rub his scalp.

"You touch just like her..." He said, closing his eyes and furrowing his brows in anguish. His mind flashed with the tender intimate moments he created with his lover before he was taken from him. She could see the pain on his face. The pain of reminiscing, trying to find his wife's touch in her. "I'm sorry..." She said quietly, pity and sadness suddenly replaced the butterflies in her stomach. "For what?". He asked, being snapped out of his thoughts. She was silent at first, not sure if what she was about to say was insensitive, but she felt it needed to be said, "I'm sorry, but...but I'm not her...", she looked down in shame.

He sat up straight, "no, no, no, don't say that...you are her..you just don't remember", he said cupping her face in his hands. His hands were warm. "Why are your hands so warm?" She asked, weren't vampires stereotypically cold blooded creatures?

He didn't answer her, just stared at her face, studying her. She had the same plump brown lips, snub nose, chocolate brown eyes that twinkled in any kind of lighting she was in, most importantly, she had a beauty mark placed perfectly on her left cheek. This was the most unique beauty he's seen. He reminisced on the first time he ever met her. He was in awe, awe that never left even after she died. But here she was, healthy and full of life, staring back at him with her beautiful doe eyes.

She was starting to feel uncomfortable, she moved his hands from her face and turned her whole body away from him. Obviously he was still grieving his wife, she didn't even know vampires could feel such strong emotions, it was making her scared. "I'm sorry, I have to go". She said beginning to stand up but he grabbed her hand with both of his and fell off the couch onto his knees. "Please, don't go, don't do this to me again. I'm sorry if I scared you". He sobbed burying his face into her hand. She sighed, "Let go of me please" she calmly demanded. He immediately let go of her hand, he didn't want to continue to pester and possibly scare her away forever. She hurriedly walked away, taking a quick glance back at him before leaving the room. He was kneeled over with his hands covering his face in despair, she heard his quiet whimpered pleas. Like he was pleading to a god to make her stay.

She felt so guilty but that changed to relief when she saw her sister standing by the door talking to their other friends with the car keys in her hand. All she wanted to do was go home, take a hot shower and forget all of this. And that's exactly what she did.

That night she was laying comfortably in her bed, sleeping peacefully. The same thing couldn't be said for the lovesick vampire. He tossed and turned in his sheets, he cried as his heart ached and tore apart, he wasn't just in emotional pain but physical pain as well. He wasn't just in love with the woman, he was bonded to her.