He took me home after school. The connection we had experienced was still engraved in our minds. The rest of the school day went by with us being quiet. We just sat at the back of the room holding hands. Silent. Even though I tried to pay attention, to the class, well classes, just seemed to pass my mind. I didn't remember even how I got to my classes. All I could remember were his eyes. Those never ending green eyes and the feel of his hand on mine.
The ride home, too, was quiet. We passed Byrne St. and I gave my complete attention to seeing the never leaving shape of a wolf, dog, bear or maybe a mix of all three. I thought, stupidly, that if I kept my complete attention on anything other then him, the need would go away. Stupid me. The shadow never showed. The normal feeling of being watched didn't present itself to me. I just dismissed it and decided to break the silence.
“So, can I ask one thing? But you have to tell me the truth, no matter what it is, okay?”
He grunted, “Okay, one thing.” he agreed.
“You aren't human, I mean you cant die, right?”
He made a sound between a sigh and a growl. He looked at me and I nodded my head in assurance.
“No, im not human, and no I cant die either.”
My eyes widened in surprise. At least he had answered me truthfully. He was staring at me, looking at my reaction. I looked around and we were already at my house, his car parked in the drive way. I just sat there, composed my feature and looked back at him.
“Okay, thank you for being truthful.” I said with a slight smile to my lips.
Now he was the one with the surprised face.
“You aren't scared. . . . that im not human I mean?”
“Nope, as long as you don't hurt people or me, I could care less if you were the lochness monster.” And that was the truth. I didn't care what he was. It was a bit to late to try and stay away from him. I just couldn't.
He composed his features, and looked forward. Then at me again. His face clearly showed that he was having a problem deciding what to say to me..
“So you don't mind?”
“Well, I don't. But I don't even want to think of how old you are yet.” I smiled at him.
And finally a laugh broke out of him. And I just had to join him. We sat there for about 30 minutes. Again, it was a replay of class, hand in hand, just looking into each others eyes. Then, he bent down and kissed me. It wasn't like the other sweet, innocent kisses. It was urgent, unhappy, and again the strong feelings he had for me were laid out in for me to read.
I felt that he was troubled, and that he wanted to tell me something. But he just couldn't. He broke the kiss and when I looked at him his eyes were still closed. I took in his perfect features. Memorizing every detail, every turn and the dark color of his skin.
Abruptly, he opened his eyes, he said, “I need to go. I have to talk to Naomi. Can I pick you up tomorrow morning again?”
“Of coarse you can. Thats a good idea. Talking to her I mean.” I opened the door and started walking up to the door. I felt his gaze on me till I closed the house door behind me. And heard the slight hum of the Hummer riding away.
I tried doing my homework and not succeeding I might add. Wile trying to figure out the parts of the picture, images of our day kept coming to the center of my mind. He said he wasn't human, but that had given me little to no indication of what he was. I, being a big myths fan, knew there were many creatures that were immortal. But until now I was certain that that was all just that, myths. All just folklore that elders liked to tell their children so they would behave or go to sleep. But something about the look in his eyes, the pain, has assured me that he was telling me the truth. He wasn't just playing a joke or acting. He was serious. The pain and urgency I had felt in the kiss was real. Now it was all up to me to find out.
And now I had a mystery in my hands. I have to know what he is. It didn't matter what he was, I still loved him. Shock filled through me. I loved him, we had been together for less than two weeks and I already couldn't keep my thoughts on something for longer than 20 minutes with out the thoughts of him infiltrating my mind.
I finally finished my homework. And decided to go to bed. I called my mother letting her know that I was going to bed and that I would see her the next day. Next I took out my laptop and checked my email. There was a message from my father asking the usual stuff. How school was? How was I and my mother? And he provided information on him and his wife, Holly. I responded to everything in the message. Adding at least one sentence for each of his. Finally content on what I had written I hit the send button and shut off the laptop. Next I took a quick shower and changed into my pajamas and tucked my self in. The problem was that now the sleep had left me. Instead of feeling exhausted I felt energized. Ezekiel was the only thing that was on my mind. And finally, after many flips and turns I fell asleep replaying the feeling of his lips on mine.
I awoke to the screaming of my alarm clock. I woke my mother up and got ready. Knowing that any second he would be there ready to pick me up. I ate my breakfast quickly and washed the bowl. And literally ran out the door. I though a faint laugh form my mother but nothing else. And like the day before. As soon as I closed the door behind me, I could hear the soft purr of the truck. And when I turned he was there, holding the door open for me. I went up to him instead of getting in and a sigh left me as I said, “Hey.”
He laughed, “Hey, how did you sleep?” I noted that his face looked tired like if he hadn't slept at all.
“I guessed better then you,” I touched his face, noting the bags under his eyes, “I see you didn't get much sleep last night.”
A slight shudder went though him at my touch but as soon as I had made full contact he sighed as well. “Yeah, I had a bad night.” he responded and just stood, staring at me. Like if he was waiting for me to do something.
“I'm just waiting for you to tell me you don't want to see me anymore. That you are scared.” he looked down.
Both my hands, now intertwined with his, came up to his face again. And he had to look up into my face.
“Don't hold your breath. I'm not going anywhere.” I think the genuine look of my face and eyes assured him. He urged me to get on or we were going to be late. He went around to the driver side. The ride was like every other. Hand in hand and silent.
It felt like time stopped when I was with him. Like we just left and were in our own little world and nothing mattered more than the other. But also time flied by. I never had enough time with him.
We arrived at the school shortly and had only seconds to spare. To my surprise, Naomi was waiting for us. With a grimace on her face. Which got worse when she saw me get off the truck, too.
“I have to speak to you, Ezekiel, alone.” she said, emphasizing the alone part. I got the cue and left. Giving him a quick kiss.
First and second period were torture. I couldn't stop wondering what Naomi had to say to Ezekiel. And I had to remember the plans for Saturday. The plans I had made with my friends yesterday seemed like years ago. Not less than 24 hours ago. But that quickly left my thoughts as the bell rang and I was on my way to 3rd period.
I entered the class and . . . his seat was empty. He wasn't at school. Were was he? I mean he was my ride and I so wasn't walking to school. Class started and I was in my own world. I heard my name being called but it seemed like it was far, far away.
“Elizabeth, heres something for you.” said Mrs. Johnson.
I looked up quickly, surprised. “Oh thanks.” I took it from her and to my surprise it was my car keys. Weird, my mother knew I had gotten a ride. Why would she bring me my keys. Unless they were from Ezekiel. But how did he get them. I remember putting them on top of my dresser and haven't moved them from there.
I sat back in my seat, suddenly not feeling well. Something was wrong. I don't know how I knew but something was very, very wrong. He was in danger.
I just sat in class, once more not even noticing what was going on around me. Just concentrating on the feeling that something was wrong, that he had a problem. I couldn't help but feel helpless. I had a feeling that I should just leave and go help him. That he needed me.
But instead I just sat in class. The day passed so slow it was as if I was being tortured. When the final bell rang I rushed to my car and almost ran many students over in my hurry to get to Naomi's house.
The drive there was even worse then class. I wanted to go faster but the speed limit and getting a ticked stopped me.
I finally arrived and noted that both the cars were there. In an instant relief filled me. I ran up to the door and almost banged on it.
“Hello, Lizz. How can I help you?” it was Naomi's mother. “Its for me mom, I will get it” said Naomi from some wear in another room.
When she finally showed she had scratches all over her arms and face.
“Oh my god, what happened?” I asked, instantly worried for my former best friend.
“Nothing we are okay, just go home. We will go to school on Thursday.” she almost closed the door in my face but I put my foot in.
“Where is Ezekiel?” I asked with authority in my voice.
“He is in my room resting. He will see you later'
“Sorry, but later is not good for me,” and I just budged in. I had spent the night many times so I knew exactly were her room was. Not that the pink door didn't give it away. I entered her room and the colors just hit me. The room was painted a bright purple with light blue curtains that let a bit of light in. And there were posters covering the wall. Many of them I didn't recognize, but I did recognize the ones with 303! on them, her favorite band. There was a table with a mirror on top. The mirror was outlined with with pictures of us when we were kids. On the table, there was a make up box, brushes, and hair exesories.
Finally I looked at the bed. There he was laying limp, im sure sleeping, with bandages all over his arms. And on his face were scratch marks. I saw his chest moving evenly up and down as he inhaled and exhaled. I instantly dropped to my knees by the bed and took one of his heavily bandaged hands.
“Don't worry, there wont be any marks on him by tomorrow. We heal fast.” Naomi said from the door. Then she turned and left, saying on the way, “Oh, and you can stay as long as you want. You are his mate after all.” she was gone before I could ask her what she meant.
I just stayed there. Kneeling by the bed holding his hand. Then I felt some one touching my head. I looked up and I encountered his green eyes. And they showed me. . . happiness. He was also relieved as I was that he was okay.
“Are you okay?” he asked with worry outlining every inch of his face.
“Am I okay? I should be asking the same to you. What happened to you and Naomi? I noticed she has the same scratch marks as you.”
“Nothing that you should be worried about. We are both okay, and the problem is solved. You don't have to worry about me.” he reached up and caressed my cheek.
“But I felt it. I felt that you were in danger. I knew something was wrong and I just sat there, and waited for the class to end instead of coming to you.” I looked down, feeling shame that I wasn't able to make the choice of going to him. I looked up and I saw that he was confused.
“What do you mean you felt I was in danger?”
“Exactly that, I felt that you were in danger and had the sudden urge to go and help you, im sorry that I didn't.”
“No, no, you did the right thing. If you would have been there you would have gotten I hurt and I wouldn't be able to forgive my self.”
“So, are you going to tell me what you were doing or is it part of your secret?” I asked, trying to divert the attention from me.
“I will tell you, but not now. And I would like you not to try and find out your self. It isn't safe. Okay?” he added the authority that he had used on Naomi in the sentence.
“Okay, okay.” I lied, and clearly he knew it.
“I mean it, Elizabeth. It's dangerous, it can get you killed. Just give me time and I will tell you everything.” he used my whole name.
I smiled up at him, “Okay, I promise. Now lay down, and don't move. These are going to take some time to heal.”
“Yeah, about a day or so and I will be just fine.” he chuckled.
“Is that another of those weird secret things?” I asked trying to pry more information that will lead me an answer.
“Yes, and I know what you are doing. But I cant tell you know, and I wont.”
Okay now I knew another thing about him, he healed fast and he was immortal. There were many creatures that had the same features. Two of the main ones were werewolf's and vampires. And they were both out of the questions. First he wore a silver cross all the time. Vampires weren't good with crosses and werewolf's weren't good with silver. Also, on the night of our date, it was a full moon. And werewolf's supposedly changed during them. And he was out an about during the day. So clearly he wasn't either. At least I think so.
Movement on the bed brought me back to reality. I looked at him and he was trying to get out of bed. “Hahaha, you are so funny if you think you are going any wear but this bed all day. You are my responsibility for the rest of the day.” I said wile pushing him down back on the bed. He smiled but allowed me to tuck him back in bed.
“Good, I would love to be under your care.” he said, the smile lingered on his lips.
“Okay, do you want anything?”
“Well, I think I want this.” he grabbed me around the waist and pulled me to him. I fell on him and instantly turned and was on his side. He chuckled at my reaction and wrapped his arm around me. “Yup, thats exactly what I needed to make me feel better.” he laughed and hugged me closer to him. He was shirt less, so I could see his chest. Well what wasn't covered with bandages. What a way to spend my Tuesday. I didn't get to sit with him during lunch, but I get to be here now. His chest surprised me. It was, what I could see, completely muscular. My head laid on the part of his chest that wasn't bandaged and my hand rested on his stomach. Which, I might add, was a full six pack. I ran my fingers up and down his stomach and felt him shudder.
“Do you want me to stop?” I asked gazing up at him.
“No, im okay.” he smiled at me and I went on to running my fingers over his stomach. Time passed and nether of us wanted to break the silence. My hand kept its trail on his stomach and his started one of his own started one on my spine. Suddenly I wanted nothing separating us. Not even the clothes. No, stop, if I even inferred that he would most importantly thing im easy.
We must have dozed of because I woke up to Naomi knocking on the door.
“Come in.” I heard him say.
She poked her head in, surely making sure that we were decent. “It's your mom, she wants to know if you are spending the night. She said if you are that she would bring some clothes over, oh and that if you stay over she is going to go back to the firm and keep working.”
“Can I say?” I asked looking up at his face. His features got soft and he replied, “Yes, but you have to ask my cousin.” We both looked up at her, and I bet even his eyes were begging.
“Sure, I don't care. I'm going to call mom and tell her. Have fun.” she closed the door and just left.
I nuzzled closer to him. Wondering how long we had been asleep. The jeans and tennis shoes I had on were bugging me so I took the shoes off and threw them to the side. I couldn't wait till my mother got here with my pj's. He chuckled and wrapped both his muscular arms around me. So strong yet so soft, I felt completely safe I his arms.
“So, you are spending the night here. I wonder were you are going to sleep.” he joked.
“Well I don't know. Maybe I should go and ask Naomi and start settling in.” I started to get up but his steel strong arms held me in place.
“You aren't going any wear, unless you have to change after your mother brings your clothes and what ever you are going to wear tomorrow.” he pulled me closer, “Well, unless you want to sleep on the couch and alone, thats fine by me.” he shrugged.
“Oh, well okay, see you tomorrow.” and again he held me in place.
“Now its you that is acting funny. You aren't going any wear.” he hugged me closer, if it was even possible. I let him, with no complaints. He then let go of me and took off the bandages on his arms and chest. “Told you I heal fast.”
Right then and there his beauty hit me. His broad chest was now completely uncovered and my eyes searched his broad shoulders, his chest, and his stomach. There were scars all over his chest but it didn't take away from the shock. I ran my finger on one of the scars that stretched from his right shoulder to the left of his chest. I looked up, im sure with a worried expression.
“Don't worry, by tomorrow it will be gone, they all will be gone.” he said looking down at his chest then at his arms.
I followed his gaze and stared at his arms. They were surrounded by strong muscles outlining them, showing every detail. His darker skin color made him look that much better. He laughed and I looked up.
“Nothing.” he smiled my smile. The one that reached across his face from ear to ear. His eyes gemmed and I couldn't help reach up to his face and kiss him. Putting my hands in his dark brown hair. I broke the kiss as soon as I had noticed what I did.
“Sorry,” I said looking down and instantly blushing. He put his hand under my chin and pulled my head up and kissed me again.
“I'm not,” he said with his eyes still closed.
Soon after my mother arrived with my pj's and clothes for tomorrow. Thankfully, Naomi hadn't told her that Ezekiel was there, or I would not be here. I changed and put my hair in a bun. I went in the room and he was in the same position I had left him in a few minutes ago. He looked at me as I went in and smiled. I hesitated by the door, and he noticed so he patted the bed by him signaling me to go back to him. He didn't have to ask twice.
“Love the look.” he smiled and I blushed. I got in and got in the same position as we had been before. I knew that this was never going to get old to me. He opened the covers and I saw that he, too was wearing deep blue pj's.
“I like it, too.” I said touching his chest again. He sighed at my touch.
“So, are you sleepy?”
“Nope, that nap that we took earlier relieved some of the sleepiness.” I responded with a laugh. His laugh conjured up butterflies in my stomach.
“What do you want to do then?”
“Well, you have been asking me questions all this week, now I think its my turn.”
“Okay, go for it.” he said, not completely sure.
“Whats your favorite color?”
“Blue,” he answered instantly.
“Whats your favorite animal?” as soon as I asked he turned and looked deep into my eyes. Confusion filling the bottomless green eyes.
“Wolves,” he answered, slowly.
“Wow, that is my favorite animal, too.” I said looking into his eyes.
“Hmmm. . .” was all he said
“Okay, so you know were I live. Its only fair that I know were you live.”
He pondered at my question, “I live at the end of Byrne St. there is a little road leading up to a house. You probably haven't seen it. Ill take you to my house this weekend if you are free.”
Byrne Street. He lived on the same road that creped me out. The road were I saw that shadow of a giant dog, and the road that gave me the feeling of being watched.
“Are you okay?” he asked suddenly worried. “Yeah, im fine. It just took my by surprise, I haven't seen a road any wear on Byrne St. I thought it was pure woods on both sides.”
“Yeah, ill take you on Saturday, if you want?”
Crap!!!!! I had made plans already to go to the movies with my friends. But I couldn't say no to those enchanting green eyes.
I looked up to his face and nodded. Suddenly, I felt tired. I laid my head on his broad chest and closed my eyes.
“Lizz,” I heard him say. “Yes,” I responded looking up at him again. He looked at me like he was searching in my soul.
“I love you,” he said in the most loving and sweet voice. I smiled too, “I love you, too.” and laid my head on his chest again.
“Good, now sleep my love, sleep,”
Those were the last words I heard before I drifted to sleep. That night, I slept like I was in the right place. That I was with the person I was meant to be with. I slept with my favorite song playing over and over. . . his heart beat.