Dusk, chapter 3
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Once again, I couldn't control myself. It was like someone took over my body, or brain, and did it for me. I opened the door to my house, stepped aside and looked at him.
"So, erm... Want a cup of coffee?" I asked, and smiled unsure.
***
We walked inside, he didn't say much. I think he was just as uncertain as I was, he seemed to be a little restless. Twitching and stretching, his look wasn't on the same place twice. I followed him to the living room, then went to make coffee. From the kitchen I could see him, how he was looking around. His gaze always ended on me, but he quickly looked away again. I studied him, wanting to know and remember exactly what he looked like. Wanted to remember his deep red lips, white skin and pale, bright blue eyes until the day I died. And more then that, I wanted to be with him. Forever, for eternity.
*Frank's P.O.V*
I watched him as he was roaming around in the kitchen. Sometimes his look turned to me. I tried to hide the fact I was looking, and glanced at other stuff as well. He had a giant house. It was extreme, especially if he lived here all alone. He must have been rich. Another thing I noticed was that he had many books. And when I say many, I do not mean a bookshelf. No, I mean that the walls were covered in bookshelves filled with books. I wondered if he had read all of them. I looked towards the kitchen. He was staring at me. We both looked away, and I could not help but smile. I glimpsed at him again. He did not look at me, but he was obviously blushing. Was this normal? Did he feel something for me too? After a few minutes he had finished the coffee and went back into the living room. He placed the cup in front of me and looked at me. I stared into his eyes, they were so green. More green then the grass in the summer, more green then the trees in the forest, the most beautiful green I had ever seen. Emerald, jade, olive, lime, mixed together to a green I did not even know existed.
He looked at me, then down at the coffee and back at me again. I do not know why I did not say anything, when I was a human I used to be very talk active. But something about him numbed my brain, and I just looked at him and tried to hide it at the same time. After a while he said something, and broke the silence.
"So... what's your story, Frank?"
Hard question, I was not even sure what my story was. I had lived for so long, and I did not know most of it. But still, I opened my mouth, started to talk and tried the best I could.
"It started in 1404, 9th December to be exact. I was born in Frankfurt. My mum died right after I was born, but my dad was still there. He was a good dad, and raised me well. We moved to America and lived there until I was 20. Then my dad died. I was broken; I had loved him so much. I wanted to forget about it, and moved to Paris. I lived there for two years, two horrible years. I drank too much alcohol, was with too many whores and I did everything a man shouldn't do. Then, a cold night in September, I got in a fight. What can I say? He smashed my face and left me on the street to die. Then my saviour came. A man I would hate so much, still love with all my heart and always owe my life to. And now... you will not believe me. But this is the truth, and if you do not believe it... I do not want to think about what I have to do to you.
His name was Elisious. He was a vampire. If he had not come, I would not be here today. I would be dead, and maybe not even buried. Anyways, he made me. He made me a vampire."
*Billie's P.O.V*
He made me a vampire.
The words were ringing inside my head. And he was right. First I didn't believe him, he was just a maniac with way too much spare time. But then... I looked at him. Looked at his pale, almost white skin, his black hair and his eyes... Pale, bright blue eyes, eyes that had seen too much. He had been through a lot, way too much. Then I thought of the way he talked. He talked like... like as if he was born long time ago. Like as if he was born in 1404... Maybe I'd read too many books, maybe my imagination was having fun with me. But I believed him. No matter what made me, I believed him. Everything made sense, in an illogical way. Which meant it didn't really made sense at all, but life isn't always logical. So I looked into his eyes, and said slowly and serious.
"I believe you."
And I could see at the way he softened, his shoulders sank down and his body relaxed, that he believed me
At that moment, I knew my life had changed for ever. I knew a vampire, I was in love with a vampire. It could've been bad, it could've been wrong, but it was the best thing ever happened to me.
"So, erm... Want a cup of coffee?" I asked, and smiled unsure.
***
We walked inside, he didn't say much. I think he was just as uncertain as I was, he seemed to be a little restless. Twitching and stretching, his look wasn't on the same place twice. I followed him to the living room, then went to make coffee. From the kitchen I could see him, how he was looking around. His gaze always ended on me, but he quickly looked away again. I studied him, wanting to know and remember exactly what he looked like. Wanted to remember his deep red lips, white skin and pale, bright blue eyes until the day I died. And more then that, I wanted to be with him. Forever, for eternity.
*Frank's P.O.V*
I watched him as he was roaming around in the kitchen. Sometimes his look turned to me. I tried to hide the fact I was looking, and glanced at other stuff as well. He had a giant house. It was extreme, especially if he lived here all alone. He must have been rich. Another thing I noticed was that he had many books. And when I say many, I do not mean a bookshelf. No, I mean that the walls were covered in bookshelves filled with books. I wondered if he had read all of them. I looked towards the kitchen. He was staring at me. We both looked away, and I could not help but smile. I glimpsed at him again. He did not look at me, but he was obviously blushing. Was this normal? Did he feel something for me too? After a few minutes he had finished the coffee and went back into the living room. He placed the cup in front of me and looked at me. I stared into his eyes, they were so green. More green then the grass in the summer, more green then the trees in the forest, the most beautiful green I had ever seen. Emerald, jade, olive, lime, mixed together to a green I did not even know existed.
He looked at me, then down at the coffee and back at me again. I do not know why I did not say anything, when I was a human I used to be very talk active. But something about him numbed my brain, and I just looked at him and tried to hide it at the same time. After a while he said something, and broke the silence.
"So... what's your story, Frank?"
Hard question, I was not even sure what my story was. I had lived for so long, and I did not know most of it. But still, I opened my mouth, started to talk and tried the best I could.
"It started in 1404, 9th December to be exact. I was born in Frankfurt. My mum died right after I was born, but my dad was still there. He was a good dad, and raised me well. We moved to America and lived there until I was 20. Then my dad died. I was broken; I had loved him so much. I wanted to forget about it, and moved to Paris. I lived there for two years, two horrible years. I drank too much alcohol, was with too many whores and I did everything a man shouldn't do. Then, a cold night in September, I got in a fight. What can I say? He smashed my face and left me on the street to die. Then my saviour came. A man I would hate so much, still love with all my heart and always owe my life to. And now... you will not believe me. But this is the truth, and if you do not believe it... I do not want to think about what I have to do to you.
His name was Elisious. He was a vampire. If he had not come, I would not be here today. I would be dead, and maybe not even buried. Anyways, he made me. He made me a vampire."
*Billie's P.O.V*
He made me a vampire.
The words were ringing inside my head. And he was right. First I didn't believe him, he was just a maniac with way too much spare time. But then... I looked at him. Looked at his pale, almost white skin, his black hair and his eyes... Pale, bright blue eyes, eyes that had seen too much. He had been through a lot, way too much. Then I thought of the way he talked. He talked like... like as if he was born long time ago. Like as if he was born in 1404... Maybe I'd read too many books, maybe my imagination was having fun with me. But I believed him. No matter what made me, I believed him. Everything made sense, in an illogical way. Which meant it didn't really made sense at all, but life isn't always logical. So I looked into his eyes, and said slowly and serious.
"I believe you."
And I could see at the way he softened, his shoulders sank down and his body relaxed, that he believed me
At that moment, I knew my life had changed for ever. I knew a vampire, I was in love with a vampire. It could've been bad, it could've been wrong, but it was the best thing ever happened to me.
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