The water was warm when I eased myself into it, the water nearly spilled over when I did. The candles made my little bath all the more soothing and the CD that I had put into the CD player was playing a soft melody from a piano. I smiled to myself and let my mind run wild. It had been quite a rough day. And not rough as in what had happened about two hours before, but rough as in like 600 years ago. I decided that I had to find Essence if she was still alive I had to talk to her. It would not only be absolutely amazing to meet a past mother, but a vicious, beautiful killer…okay I had to admit, I wasn’t too pleased about the killing part. I am not too fond of killing and it seems as though I have never been much of a killer. Sure I had attempted but never actually went through with it. I frowned. I still made an attempt and that angered me a bit, couldn’t I have just counted from ten to one? But then again, I didn’t really remember what it was really like to be an angry vampire. As I closed my eyes to let the water soak away my troubles, I heard the door creak and knew that Azazel had come back in, but when I opened them the beautiful face staring at me was certainly not his.
“Zephyr! What are you doing here?!” I exclaimed quickly pulling my legs up to conceal as much of my body as I could. He just gave me a wickedly chilling, but thrilling smile. I felt like he was letting off an electric charge in my direction. I could practically feel it pulsing.
“I just came to talk to you.” He looked me up and down a moment and grinned a vicious hunter’s grin. Only the type of hunting he was doing was much different than hunting for food, he looked to be hunting something else. At the moment it didn’t hit me.
“While I was in the bath?” I made an angry face which set his red eyes into a smoldering fury.
“Like I knew? I do suppose it was a good thing though.” Giving me another predatory look. Okay, now it hit me. I tightened my arms around my legs and looked down into the water. I didn’t really like the feeling of another man, other than Azazel, talking about me like that. Suddenly my CD player made everything worse by playing a beautiful, sad love song. Zephyr smiled.
“Okay, what do you want?” He grinned and I knew that he knew that him being there was unsettling to me. So making things more awkward he leaned closer and let his electric charge practically pulse through my veins.
“I wanted to know if you remembered what I was to you.” I noticed the emphasis that was on the word I.
“What you were to me?” I put the emphasis on you and watched as him predatory grin suddenly became an angry scowl. I smiled a lovely grin of my own and watched as he had the awkward tables turned onto him.
“You mean that you don’t remember how I came to be this way?” I gave him a confused look. Guessing seemed like a good way to get bit if I answered wrong.
“Hmm, lets see. You came to be, that is the question, am I correct?” He waited with a statue’s patience. “Did you come up from the depths of Hell?” I smiled; he frowned. I opened my mouth to speak, when I suddenly got hit with the answer. I did it; it was I who made him. I felt his electricity go wild around me. Then I realized this was his special ability, electricity; and I was in a bath of water. The expression of shock hit my face.
“What?”
“I made you.” I looked at my knees and shook. “You’re not going to kill me, right? I mean I’m Tyler, not Cort.” But before I could look up I felt his hand on me; fear ran up my spine as I waited for the ‘shock of my life’. But it didn’t come. I just sat there with his hand on my shoulder. I looked up and suddenly his lips were on mine I felt his body pressed between my legs in the water and his hand was wrapped in my hair. I began to protest but felt myself giving up quickly. His lips withdrew and his forehead stayed pressed to mine while our noses touched slightly. I breathed and pulled my hands back. One had been against his chest and the other was in his hair. I felt the force of the kiss, not only on my tingling lips, but my tingling body as well.
“You use electricity.” I whispered, stating it more of as a statement than a question.
“What?” Our heads were still together.
“Your power is electricity isn’t it?” I tried to pull back from him, but my arms were just weak against him. I wasn’t so sure if it was me not being strong enough, or me just not wanting to really let him go. Idiot! Azazel would kill him if he found us like this…butMy thoughts began to twist a bit.
“Tyler, I don’t have any certain power. I’m just the ordinary killer.” I gasped. It wasn’t him? I suddenly put two and two together. He was mine. I wasn’t so sure what I meant by that. Somewhere inside I felt a strong passion to be there in his arms, that’s why I didn’t push him away, and the electricity was merely that fierce passion burning for his lips….Stop being so confused, you love Azazel, not some worthless leech. Even though I thought it, I knew I didn’t mean a word of it. The fire was beginning to burn a bit brighter. I pulled my head away slightly and looked at him. His red eyes were quite watered. Was he crying?
“Why do I feel this way? Why am I burning with this-this-” His lips cut me off. I blushed and pushed him away. Fire or no fire I was going to be faithful; maybe….
“You feel it, the feeling that Azazel feels for you, the feeling that you use to feel for me, the feeling I want you to feel for me.” He sat back and looked at me. I no longer saw a monster, but a broken man hiding under those crimson eyes.
“Zeph-” He put his finger to my lips.
“Please, don’t ruin my moment.” He stood up, soaking wet, and practically disappeared. I was left my bath cold, confused, and highly disturbed; so I got out as quickly and efficiently as possible.
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The sun shone in through the windows. I sighed and leaned back in my desk. The teacher was giving her idea of an interesting talk about a former president who reigned for four terms. I, on the other hand, was reminiscing on my little bout with Zephyr. I blushed as I remembered the chemistry I felt when his forehead was pressed to mine. I shook my head and looked to the front of the class room. The teacher, Mrs. Flitch-an old wind bag that seemed like she was raised even before Cort’s time- had turned around and began putting an assignment up on the board. I opened my book and started flipping to the page when someone knocked on the door to the classroom. I looked up slightly interested.
“Come on in.” Mrs. Flitch stammered in her southern accent. The door opened and the principal stepped in with two boys that looked almost too old to be in my grade, two boys whose faces were too much alike, and too much familiar.
“Mrs. Flitch, you have two new students. Silver and Silias Newwell.” He placed a sticky note on her desk and promptly left the room. My mouth was slightly hanging down as I watched all the girls shift and the boys size them up. I couldn’t believe it. They had enrolled.
“Alright class, settle down.” The girls didn’t cease the giggling but Mrs. Flitch continued anyways. “I’m sorry what were your names again?”
“I’m Silver.”
“I’m Silias.” They’re voices were bell like and just as attractive as their faces, but when they simultaneously smiled I think everyone gasped.
“Alright, well the only seats left are next to Tyler in the back. Make yourselves comfortable.” Both nodded and headed my way. Silias took my left and Silver sat in front of him. I shook my head at them.
“What are you guys doing here?” I whispered just a bit too loudly, I saw the girl’s head in front of me twitch a bit and she leaned a little closer to me,
“Your brother wanted us to spy on you.” Silver winked as my mouth dropped ten inches down and my eyes practically began to come out of their sockets. “Umm, I don’t know maybe to learn. A mind is a terrible thing to waste.”