I reached Zoey just in time, I thought. I have been drawn to her scent and to the heat her body gives off. I know now I can never be too far from her because everything about her will call me back.
I watched as Zoey walked out of the back door of Robert and Ann’s home, and then get into the rental and drive out of the compound in the direction of Seattle. What is she doing there? I told her to find a remote place, and why is she leaving without Terry, I wondered? Just as stubborn as always. Never listens. She doesn’t know what she’s up against.
The day, rainy, dark, and overcast served to give me cover from the harshness and deadly rays of the sun.
But to be seen with Zoey would bring Samantha to her door steps. I had to warn her but I can’t call Zoey for fear Samantha would find some way to intercept her phone calls.
Taking another form, that of a wolf, I raced through the forest without being notice.
Arriving behind Zoey to see her drive into an underground parking garage, I stood back, and hid behind a car, and then I changed back.
Traveling during the day had overtaxed my strength making me weak. I had spent days aboard a ship with little to eat. I didn’t want to provoke the suspicion of the captain who I employed to steer my yacht, so I stayed locked in my cabin.
Traveling in the jet and the boat, I lost days. It is the middle of the day and the only thing that saves me is this god forsaken weather. The dreary cloudy days make me long for light. But that will never come again for me.
In the garage, I found a car with a cover and dust and I knew it had been parked there for months. I opened the door and made myself comfortable in the trunk. And there I rested and I waited for Zoey.
The drastic nature of my risking my existence, by doing this in the middle of the day, only made me more anxious to see her and talk to her. I missed Zoey’s snarky remarks and I even missed her cursing at me. But most of all I missed the ease to which I became accustomed to entering into the warmth of her body. I felt being in and with her reminded me that I was indeed no different from her.
With Zoey I was human again and the thought of death and life being together wasn’t unnatural any more. You can’t have life without death and death without life. For that reason I find that I need to be with her and we need to have children.
It was a laughable thought, but it was that thought which gave me the desire to continue this long existence.
When I first proposed the idea to my mother she agreed, however, my father and Aare saw that as something that would threatened them and their kind. I speak as if I’m not like them and I see it that way. I have a soul. I can feel for others and that makes me different. But that was tested when Aare tried to prove to me that I wasn’t any different them him.
Given the chance and the opportunity, I would feed on a human. That wasn’t my finest moment.
I heard Zoey’s voice and with her the voice of a man. He appeared pleasant not a threat to her. It was then I realized that the voice was that of that Detective. I listened as they stood and talked not far from where I lay.
“Zoey, would you consider another date with me?”
“I’m not sure?” I’m pleading don’t go on a date with him, Zoey. But obviously she doesn’t hear me. If she loved me, she wouldn’t go.
“I tell you what, if I cook for you then would you?” he said.
“That all depends on what you’re cooking,” she said with a bashful laugh. It was her girlish laugh she used to give me when she became a teen. Especially when she wanted me to do something for her. She tried to convince me to be with her doing the day. Of course I never could.
“I like Lasagna,” Zoey said with a soft voice. I had to control myself. I wanted to tear Ryan Cole’s heart out.
She never mentioned to me that she enjoyed Lasagna. I felt betrayed. I guess one betrayal deserves another. How could I be so weak as to fall for Aare’s deception? I know now Zoey will not forgive me. But I need to see her one more time before I remove myself from her life. After what my family did to her, it’s only right that I walk away and let her have her dreams.
I had to think about Samantha. She will never let Zoey rest until I become her slave where she can control me forever, but it would be worth it.
Watching and listening to Ryan Cole stand in the daylight with Zoey, laughing and speaking to her, my base instincts said to kill him on the spot. Kill anyone who dares take Zoey away from me and that includes Samantha, but I’m conflicted because my instincts now said to try to get Zoey to forgive me and to go away with me.
When Ryan Cole closed her car door and walked away and I saw him looking back, and I knew it wasn’t because she was someone he needed to question about the recent killings and her kidnapping.
The look on his face told the whole story. Still a very young man, and not married, he had become enamored with Zoey the way I had. That teenage girl who would later become a beautiful woman had enchanted him, as well as had done with many others, but it was him she had agreed to go to dinner with at his apartment.
Zoey drove out of the garage and headed for home. I would make it to the compound before she reached there and wait for her.
She arrived at the gate and it was no longer open. Robert had made repairs. Zoey drove in and parked the rental and noticed that no one was around. She headed up the stairs and to her room. She opened the door, kicked off her shoes, walked to the bathroom and dropped her dress, returned in just her underwear to find me standing there waiting for her.
“What are you doing here, Sebastian?”
“I came to see you.” I was nervous. My hands shook so I placed both of them behind my back. I glanced up at her and then I took off the hood to my clock and resumed the position of my hands. I didn’t want her to be intimidated. But I couldn’t stand not being near her so I stepped close to her, and she stepped back.
“Have I changed so much that you would be fearful of me?” I said.
“I thought I knew you, Sebastian?” I raised an eyebrow. Of course she knew me. I hadn’t changed that much. I was still the one who loved her all those years and cared for her and tried to protect her.
Trying to control my urge not to tell her that I had seen her in Seattle, I took a long breath, but I couldn’t control my urge to say, “I thought I knew you.” She bristled at my words.
“What do you mean and no one truly knows anyone. If someone had said that I would witness the barbaric display I saw you participate in, I would have bet my life that you wouldn’t do something as sickening, but then I would have lost my life wouldn’t I?” She said to me. Her eyes bearing down on me. Making me feel small and insignificant.
“I just came to tell you good-bye and that I wish you happiness with whomever you choose to be with. I won’t stand in your way and I will see that Samantha leaves you alone. She will if I promise her my devotion and loyalty.”
“I can’t ask you to do that,” she said. Her voice soft as I remember. We stood staring at each other not wanting to take a step to meet. I heard her heart beat. I heard her breath hitch.
The thumping of her heart gaining strength and momentum and becoming a wild defining boom only I could hear. Her breathing intense, she opened her mouth and a low whimper revealed her true feelings.
Reaching for her I said, “How can I let you go?” She looked into my eyes and there was an almost encouraging spark coming from her eyes. Her body so warm, I couldn’t resist kissing her neck. With her soft breast on my chest, the throbbing of her heart pumping the blood through her body seduced me, and that feeling I could lose her, made me frantic.
She wore no bra underneath that dress. I couldn’t help thinking how someone else had been so close to her. With one hand I ripped her panties from her body and she stood naked in front of me. Her body beautiful and youthful.
I reached and brought her up into my arms. Looking down on her, she said, “Now what Sebastian. We can’t keep doing this. How can we say good bye to each other? You and I know this isn’t good for us. What can we hope to ever be to each other? I am a human and you are...”
“Soul-less.”
“That’s not what I wanted to say,” she said to me as I leaned over her wanting to feel her mortal soul join with mine.
“I need you now before I say good bye to you forever.” I took off my shirt and she passed her hand over my chest. My heart bled for her touch. My body begged for her one more time. When I had taken everything off, I lay over her.
Zoey leaned up to kiss me. Her eyes brimming with eagerness, but gentle and passionate. She held on to my arms and the heat she radiated burnt through me. She had ignited that fire in me that no one could. How can I walk away from her, I thought.
Not in a hundred or thousand years will I be able to capture a love like hers again, and my heart broke.
My desperate passion made me eager. But I wanted my last sexual experience with her to be my best. I could never hope to have this again. My existence would be without love and full with hate. I would need to feel this to keep my soul. If just for now.