Trust Me

I laugh, “Do you realize how silly that sounds? I'm in the woods, at night, in the company of a

powerful vampire, and you're asking me if I trust you.”

He raises his eyebrow, “Well, I was going to give you a massage, but now I'm rethinking it.”

I giggle, “Well, don't trouble yourself too much.”

He scoffs, “I swear I think the world hates me.”

I grin as I laugh, “Or loves you; I'm pretty special.” I catch his thoughts without meaning to. He said to himself, 'Maybe you are more than you know.’ Our eyes lock. The space between us lessens, like there is an invisible cord tethering us together, both pulling us and binding us as one. I see the look of amazement in his eyes, and I know mine reflects the same. I can see myself in his eyes. His beautiful blue orbs seem to glow and sparkle. It's like nothing I've ever seen before.

He touches my face, “Your eyes glow like peridot.”

I smile, “Yours glow like someone put a lightbulb in the depths of the ocean.” We gaze at one another. He touches my cheek, and I touch his. It feels like warm silk, so soft and smooth. Then we kiss, and wind swirls around us, picking up bits of water from the lake. It's like we are in the center of a tornado. We pull away and touch our foreheads together. I say, “Are you doing this?”

“No, this has to be you,” he replies.

“Um, how?” I'm so confused.

He says, “I have no idea. Try to imagine it back calm like it was.” I do, and everything returns to

normal. This is so wild, and it has one hell of a learning curve. “Nothing like this happened with Kevin?” he asks.

“No. I had a strong connection with Kevin, but the most that ever happened was that candles flickered or lights dimmed,” I say.

He cocks his head, “And you didn't find that odd?”

Bluntly, I reply, “No, I figured it was just a coincidence, because it didn't happen all the time.” Now, part of me feels silly for not figuring out just how different I was before now. It would have been nicer growing up if I had known why I was a freak. I bet other kids could have sensed that I wasn't human.  I start to comment on how anytime he and I are close, something happens, but his laughter interrupts me. “What?” I ask.

“Eva, you're finishing my thoughts before I can speak them. I think I'm getting used to you.”

I laugh, “Next, you'll say how I'm like a worn-in pair of sneakers.”

He looks confused, “What? Why would you want to wear old shoes?”

I roll my eyes, “It’s an expression. Ugh, just forget it. It's hard to explain.” We talk as we walk back to the house. He thought I might catch a cold, so I told him that I'm rarely sick. He thinks that could be either a wolf or a vampiric trait. But what if I'm not part vampire or wolf? I know we assume what I could be, a mixture based on what my mates are, but what if we are wrong? We sprint the rest of the way back while holding hands. I think I'm growing on him. 

He's still quite odd to me, but there is a charm to it. I do feel comfortable around him and safe. I can be myself. I haven't been able to be myself since Kevin. Vincent gives me a glimpse of what my life could've been like. He is also what my future holds. After tonight, I want to see what having a mate is like.