Deja Vu

Déjà vu.

Something that you experience as a two-hundred-eighty-year-old Vampire on a rather regular basis. However, I do say that more often since I have had Anastasia in my life. To take the countless number of scorned lovers that have surfaced as an example.

Further taken into account is the endless trouble that Anastasia has also gotten herself into repeatedly over the just more than a year that we have been together. So, needless to say, that nothing amazes me anymore when it does come to my beloved.

Now right next to me, I have a man that has a rather big smile upon his face, and I do so wish to slap it right off for him. Yet, I need to stand in my own moment and take the situation in. I do wish that it could bring the same smile to my face that Zachariah is currently experiencing, but in fact, I am near goddamn terrified.

The question does be now.

Do I even approach the scene that is unfolding in front of me? I can clearly remem