Chapter 4

I woke up with him by my side. It took me a second but I remembered we had to go to school

today. I jumped out of bed and so did he.

“What, what happened? Whats wrong?” he asked in a hurried, mad voice. “Nothing, I just

noticed we are going to be late for school, its already 8.” I said hurriedly, trying to clam him

down. He stared at me like I was crazy and laid down again. I noted that he was right. He

didn't even have the scars he had had last night.

“What are you doing, get up and get ready,” I said. Then it hit me. I looked horrible. I looked

at the mirror surrounded by the pictures and my hair looked like a hay stack. I quickly lifted

my hands up and covered my hair.

He laughed, “You look fine. Personally, I like you better natural, no offense. And we aren't

going to school, ill make up a lie and we will be okay, don't worry. Now come back to bed or

I will be forced to make you come back.” he smiled and opened the covers and his arms in one

slick movement. I looked at my options. The time that would take me to get ready they

would be in 3^rd period. There was no point in going half the day. Also, I didn't doubt that he

would carry me to bed if I didn't obey. So in the end I walked up to him and laid by him.

He wrapped his arms around me and kissed my forehead. “There, isn't that better?” he asked

amused.

“Very,” I responded. And kissed his neck. When my lips made contact the muscles in his arms

tightened and then loosened. This time I was the first to say it. . .

“I love you, Ezekiel.” I whispered into his neck.

“I love you, too.” he whispered back. His hands made that same course up and down my

spine. My shirt muffled the feeling but I still loved the way his hand felt. His other hand

was at the small of my back. I tightened my arms around him and pressed myself closer to

him. Love coursed through me. It was like I had waited my whole life for him. Like I had

my own prince that protected me. His arms around me made me feel like I had a shield that

covered both of us. Our heart beats had quickened and our breathing had spiked up, too.

He put some space between us and looked at me. Putting a piece of my hair behind my ear.

He was the one. I was done, I could never love another man like I did him. I didn't care

what he was. I didn't care that he was immortal and that he had problems that hurt him. I

just wanted to be there and cure him after one of the 'calls'.

We stayed like that for a few more minutes. Then he said, “If we don't get up, this is all we

are going to do today. And I don't think Naomi likes us taking over her room.”

“You are right, but frankly, I don't see anything bad with staying here all day. I'm quiet

comfortable actually.”

“Okay, let me rephrase. If we don't get up, we are going to do something that you might

regret later.” he looked at me, knowing exactly what I was thinking.

I got up and said, “Okay, okay. Some other day then. I'm going to get ready.”

I gave him a kiss and got out of bed. Grabbed the bag with my things and went to the

restroom. My mother had packed me my make up, and Naomi let me borrow her flat iron. So

I took a shower and got dressed. When I went back in the room he was wearing only a

towel. He had gone and taken a shower in the other bathroom.

“Oh my, I-I'm sorry. Ill go wait outside.” he was surprised at hearing my voice behind him.

He turned and smiled, “It's okay.” I just hesitated by the door. Again his chest surprised me.

“Y-Yeah.” I turned and left the room, and I think I heard him laugh. I went into the

kitchen. I looked around the house too. Trying to find Naomi, but she was no wear in sight. I

went outside and her car was gone. She must have gone to school. I got some breakfast and

ate it quickly.

He came out of the room, wearing only jeans and drying his hair with a towel.

“Better?” he asked showing me that at least he had pants on. “Yup.” I smiled at him. “So,

what do you want to do?” he asked wile he got his shirt from a bag in the living room.

“Can we go to your house?” I asked shyly.

“Sure, just let me finish getting ready.” he answered and left into the room. Taking the bag

containing some of his things with him. About ten minutes later he came back and found me

sitting on the sofa watching MTV.

“Ready?” he asked.

“Yeah, lets go.” I got up and we left the house.

“So, do you live alone? I haven't heard you talk about our mom or dad lately.” I asked a few

minutes after we left. We were tuning the corner going into Byrne Street.

“They died in a car accident, I lived in a boys home for many years and then got emancipated

last year. . . I decided to come and live here, were I had some family.” he said calmly. I knew

instantly that that was a topic he didn't want to talk about. Not yet. Just then he turned on

a street. I thought that he was going to hit a tree but instead a narrow road unfolded itself in

front of us.

At the end of the road was a large house. Too big for one person I thought. On the outside it

was all dark colored. Black and brown. It had a big dark brown door on which designs were

engraved. He opened the door and the house was beautiful. In the living room, he had a flat

screen hanging on the wall, and across from it were two snow white leather sofas, with

different colored pillows. The wall were a cream or golden color. With paintings

surrounding it. The kitchen was bigger then my room. On the far wall, well it wasn't a wall,

it was pure glass and you could see out into the woods. We went upstairs and there were

many doors. He lead me to the second door on my right. He opened it and in the center of the

room was a four poster bed with gold and ivory covers. The poles on each corner of the bed

had he same intricate designs as the front door. The walls were the same color as the living

room. He had a brown dresser on the far side.

“Wow,” I said. I turned around and he was leaning against the wall. Just looking at me.

“Do you like it?”

“Yes I do. Its surreal, the house is so big and comfortable, I love it.” I said with a big smile on

my face.

He chuckled, “Good, you are welcome here when ever you want.” he said with a bright gleam

to his eyes. I smiled at him and walked out to the living room. I sat on the corner and and we

decided to watch a movie. He turned off all the lights and closed the

curtains. It was as dark as night in his house, even though I am sure it wasn't even 10 in the

morning. He put in one of my favorite movies, The Notebook.

“I love this movie. It shows how much two individuals can love each other and how love

always wins,” he whispered in my ear in the middle of the movie. A shudder went down my

spine at the closeness of his lips.

“I know what you mean,” I whispered back, “But why are we whispering?”

He laughed out loud, “I don't know,” and that was all that was said though out the rest of

the movie.

The movie ended and he turned off the television and opened the blinds to let the light in. I

looked at the time on my cell and it said it was 1 in the afternoon.

“Are you hungry?” I looked up and he was observing me.

“Yes, I am.”

“Well, come with me. Do you like raviolis?”

“Yeah, I love them. Are you going to cook?” I asked, not sure that I could picture some one

like him, all manly and strong, would be in the kitchen.

“You sound surprised. You don't think that I can cook?” he asked, raising his eyebrows.

I laughed, “No, you can do anything cant you?” I was urging him on.

He smiled, “You'll see. My food will be the best you have ever tasted.”

“Okay, im up for it,” and again I was urging him on.

He walked me to the huge kitchen. Instantly he was working, getting pots and pans.

Making the sauce he saw my interrogating gaze, “What?” he asked.

“Nothing, I like watching you, its like you are in your natural habitat.”

He hesitated when I said the last part. Weird.

“My mother loved to cook, and I liked to help her. She taught me most of what I know in

the kitchen.” he narrowed his eyes, sorrow spread over the normally happy green eyes of his.

“Oh, I am sorry. I didn't mean to bring her up.” I said suddenly feeling very bad for bringing

it up.

“No, its okay. I'm fine.” he said looking up at me, sincerity outlining every inch of his face.

He kept cooking and I kept watching. Asking him once and again if he needed any help, and

over and over he kept saying no.

Finally, the food was ready. Every corner of the kitchen smelled great. We sat and ate and

he waited for me to take my first bite. I looked at him and popped a ravioli into my mouth.

WOW. It was the best thing that I had tasted in my life. It had spice and a great taste. I

hear a laugh to my right, and looked up.

“What did I do?”

“Oh, it was just your face, you looked completely taken by surprise.” he laughed but started

on his own plate.

“Well I am. Everyday you surprise me.” I laughed, eating a nother ravioli.

He just chuckled but kept eating. We finished eating and he did the dishes. After much

arguing, he won. I thought it was fair that he cooked and I cleaned but he saw nothing of it.

By the time we were done, it was 3.

“Do you want us to do anything specific?” he asked me, wile he was putting up the plates.

“Anything you want.” I said.

He gave it a though and then answered, “Lets take a walk. Its looks like a good day.”

“Yeah, I would love too.” I said.

We left thought the back door, he took my hand in his and we followed a trail up into the

woods.

“Do you like living here?” I asked after a few minutes of silence. Birds were singing over our

heads and squirrels were rummaging around.

“I love it, especially after I meet you,” he answered, I took my eyes away from the beauty of

nature and looked at him. His face glowing with sincerity and love. His eyes barring into

mine and I couldn't help but stop and kiss him. His lips soft against mine. Our lips molding

to each other. I broke the kiss this time, blushing.

“We better keep going,” I said, returning my gaze to the trees and animals. He took my hand

again and we kept walking again. A smile spread on his lips.

“Tell me, what are you thinking about?” he said spontaneously.

“Well, that I cant believe someone like you would be in love with me, and that I am lucky

you are. I am also thinking that I love kissing you,” I said surprised that I was so truthful

with him.

“Why cant someone like me love someone like you. You are beautiful and smart and your own

person. You are the best thing that has happened to me since my parents passed away. I love

you.” He stopped me and made me face him. I looked down but he put his hand under my

chin and held my head up. “I cant believe it either, but I love you more then anything else.

You are the one for me, Lizz. The only one.” His green eyes gleamed and in that second I

knew that he was the one for me, too. I loved him more then anything and I had been trying

to suppress my feelings. But it was helpless.

“And now im thinking that I love you, too, and that you are the only one for me. I cant

believe it, but I love you, more than I love myself for that mater.” I replied. His eyes gleamed

with happiness. He smiled and kissed me again. And like last time, it was an urgent kiss, a

kiss with a secret.

“I don't care what you are. You can tell me anything, nothing can separate me from you

now,” I whispered with my eyes still closed. I felt him tense against me.

“Please, don't. I cant now. I cant ruin another thing in my life. I will tell you, but give me

time to sort these emotions that are all jumbled up in me. Okay?”

“Okay, I'll wait as long as you want,” I just couldn't say no to the agonizing face of his. I

saw the pain that this topic caused him. How much had he suffered? I have never wanted to

repair something as I wanted to repair him. He was broken, and it was up to me to fix him.

And I will.

“Thank you.” he whispered. Hand in hand we walked back to his house. Not uttering even

one word. Just thinking of what we had said to each other. Thinking that we had just

declared ourselves to each other.

In his house, we just sat and watched television. He was laying down on the sofa, his head

was resting on my lap and my hand was on his head.

He moved his head and I said, “Do you want me to stop?”

“No, I like it.” he said as he put his hand on my leg. I saw him smile and I did, too. This was

one of the greatest day of many more to come.

By 8 I decided it was probably time for me to go home. We went back to Naomi's house for

me to pick up my bag and my car also. He left his truck there and rode with me.

“How are you going to get back?” I asked as he got in my car.

“I'll run back,” he answered smugly.

“It's about 20 minutes to get here, and that is when I am speeding. It will take you for ever

to get back,” I looked at him surprised.

“No it wont, don't worry about me. Ill get back just fine. Lets go,” he replied quickly and

with a broad smile on his face. Like I was missing a joke.

“What ever you say,” I said as I started y car and backed out of the driveway. Naomi hadn't

been home, which was strange. She was always home before 8, unless it was an emergency or

it was a Saturday. I mentioned it to Ezekiel, but he said she was fine, and I trusted him. So I

said nothing more on the topic.

We arrived home and yes, my mother wasn't home. I looked at him for a brief second then got

our of the car. He did, too, and came to my side of the car.

“I have to go, I'll pick you up tomorrow before school. I love you,” he bent down and kissed

me. He waited outside until I was in the house and the door was closed. Then I looked

though the window and he was completely gone, only a spontaneous breeze blew for a few

seconds and then subsided.

I shrugged and went upstairs to my room. I checked my email and my father had written. I

replied quickly telling him that I had a lot of homework to do and that I wasn't going to be

able to write to him as much. The last time I opened my Yahoo seemed like it was years and

years ago. I replayed the kiss he had given me in the woods. It was urgent and sad. It laid his

emotions out in the air. I felt his sadness and also a bit of madness. He was mad, I just didn't

know why.

And again that same question came up: what was he? Why did he feel that he couldn't trust

me? Hadn't I shown him that he could tell me anything? I mean, I hadn't freaked when he

told me he was immortal or when he healed cuts that would have left scars on a normal

person,a human. I could take what ever he had to tell me. I want to be like him. Yes, yes, I

want to be like him. I want to live with him for years on end. I want to be what ever he was

if that meant we could be together. I didn't care if it was an abomination, I wanted him.