CHAPTER 6

VALERIE'S POV

What's happening to me? It has just been two days and he already has my heart racing.

And what's even with the hoodie?

It's not like Albany was that cold for someone to be walking around with a hoodie twenty four hours of a day. Or could he be suffering from a severe cold related ailment?

That must be the reason for his really cold hands and pale skin.

I don't know why, but I suddenly felt sorry for him and a part of me wished he'd recover completely from whatever sickness he had, so he could enjoy the rain and cold like everyone else.

"One! You're too beautiful to expect not to be stared at." His calm voice rang in my ears, taking me back in time to a few hours before.

"Two!! You have and you still are, the only woman I want to stare at for as long as I breathe..." The thoughts of our lips almost touching gave me mixed feelings, feelings I myself can't explain.

Trying to distract myself with drawing was futile, as my deepest thoughts came alive on the paper. Somehow, I had sketched his face without even realizing.

Staring down at his face, I wondered if he was as confused as I was.

Could it be possible that he somehow feels the same way for me?

He clearly likes me, it's obvious.

But he hasn't said it in definite words that he likes me so I shouldn't get my hopes up and assume.

What if dad's right and I'm just a new adventure for him? It sure makes logical sense to want to have a exciting fling with the most beautiful girl in class as some sort of welcome gift into the city. Pretty faced guys are the worst!

That must be it!! Nothing else and nothing more!

I can't... No! I won't fall in love with him.

Not in this lifetime!!

WRITER'S CORNER

Taking off the hoodie and button down shirt he had on his well defined, sinfully gorgeous body, he stared at the mirror, which stared blanky back at him.

What on earth was he expecting?

It's already been half a millennium, he should have been used to the fact that seeing an image of himself, or being able to admire himself was no longer conceivably possible, as the only reflection he got was from the ones generously offered by a river or stream.

Should he resent the angry human who was so bent on punishing his fellow man? If he had known that this would be his fate, would he have chosen differently? Would he have just done things differently and accepted death's visit when it came for him?

Who knows?

In his quest to cheat death, he chose to become something he never imagined of becoming.

He had thought immortality was all bliss and happiness, watching everything grow old and evolve right in front of you, having no worries or nightmares.

Nightmares? Sleeping wasn't even a word as they were never tired enough to have a good sleep.

He used to be scolded sternly for snoring too loudly while he slept, now he could only fantasize about it.

Having to change locations every few years and having little or no information of value on the internet was just how the Descendants had decided, and it was a safe way to live, keeping their existence a secret.

Though they were all of one kind, they still had a rank system within them, of Pure and Impure Blood. The leaders at the big table were all of Pure Blood, as it was forbidden for an Impure Blood to share a seat with them.

The Descendants thought it wise to avoid a clash of power, as that would have been the case if all vampires stayed in one territory or state, and so, they spread themselves around the globe, living quietly and separately from each other, showing as minimum link or connections to each other as possible, a way of avoiding suspicion from the human world.

Sighing, he made his way to the bathroom to have a cold bath, a way of relieving himself from thoughts of her (Valerie Gonzalez).

He could have picked any other continent and state, when Seth gave him the responsibility of choosing where to spend the next five years of their life.

But why Albany and not any other state in New York?

Why did he choose Crescent High School out of the list of options provided?

Why was he always drawn to her everytime?

Would this time be any different from the first four times?

"Daemon!!" A scream, followed by an image of a girl, with long black hair, falling inside a ditch with stakes flashed through his mind, as his grip on the sides of the bathtub became tighter.

"Let's run away together." The image of a smiling face of a short haired brunette flashed through his head, as the acrylic bathtub seemed as though it'd break.

"No!" He heard his own voice yell inside his head, images of the dead black haired lady with stakes disfiguring her body, a burning house, a burnt emaciated woman, and a dead woman in a car flashed through his mind as though his mind was organizing a slideshow specially for his discomfort.

The sound of the bathtub being crushed by his hands brought him back to reality, as he stood up with hands that seemed unaffected by the broken pieces of what was once a bathtub.

Sitting unclad on the bed, all he could think of was ways to save her. He wasn't willing, neither was he ready to let her go. He still wanted to keep her by his side and make her his but the fear of histories repeating themselves again made his lungs unable to effectively carry out their responsibility of providing oxygen. He was, however, unaffected by his lungs incapabilities as he did not really need to breathe to continue existing.

His once dead heart came alive, again, with just one glance at her, and here it was, pounding harder against his chest walls in just a few hours of seeing her.

Should he run faraway from her this time around?

And even if that felt like the wisest thing to do, can he bring himself to run away from this soul that somehow he had gotten himself entangled with?

Should he try to fight harder this time around and still keep her by his side?

Or should he just remain a good friend to her and watch her love someone else?

Loving someone else, other than him (Daemon), seemed to be the safest and best solution out of this predicament but could he really survive seeing her with someone else?

Can he really resist the temptation of draining out all the blood from any guy that comes close to her, even though it'd mean breaking his promise to her?

Should he really carry on with making her fall in love with him? Or should he make her hate his entire being?

A curse of love?

Fate must have played her cards really well with him, he thought.