Here is more of the encounter between my main character and the boy that she can’t help but be attracted to. Again, I wanted to get the reader to feel the desire that she both hated and liked. I wanted to get the idea across about how she struggled internally with what she was and what she wanted. I hope you like it.
“Why did you come here again,” I finally asked.
“Well, first because I wanted to see you, to see your amazing green eyes again. You are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen and I find you interesting,” he said.
I was surprised by his confidence; he was not at all embarrassed when he said all of this to me. Most boys could not say hello to me without blushing or stuttering.
Jesse continued, “I am impressed by the fact that you are a talented artist, a straight A student, and you don’t care about the stupid things that most teenage girls care about. I want to get to know you and you are avoiding me.” He looked at me more seriously. “So, you left me no choice but to come here to find you today.”
Jesse looked at me and waited for me to respond. I didn’t know what to say to him so I resigned to nodding. We both stood there in silence for a few minutes.
Finally I said, “Thanks. For…you know, being nice to me and letting me be nice to you.”
Jesse turned again and leaned his head back against the wall showing his neck. His jugular vein throbbed and I could smell his blood a little more than before. That made me swallow hard and I had to tell myself to calm down.
My throat didn’t burn with thirst but something else stirred inside of me. I had not fed yet so I was a little weaker than usual but I was not thirsty enough for this kind of reaction. It wasn’t thirst, it was different. I tried to focus again repeating to myself to calm down, but his neck, it was so enticing. I wanted to bite into his neck, taste his blood then lick and kiss the wound. How sordid was that. I focused on his necklace, a wolf pendant. He pulled himself out of the lean easily, turned around, than started backing up to look at the building that he was leaning on.
“This is where you live,” he asked.
I turned to look at it too. It looked like a store front.
“I live in part of it, I was hoping to open a gallery, but I most likely will not be here long enough so those plans are out the door. I want to go to college maybe do some traveling,” I said.
“Ambitious too,” Jesse said but he did not look at me. “Where are you parents,” he asked.
“Dead,” I said. “I have an aunt that has custody but she travels a lot.”
Jesse glanced at me. I could see that he wanted to learn more but I hoped he would not ask any more questions about my living situation. I needed to seem as normal as possible. I thought about reading his mind to see what he was thinking but I could not bring myself to do it. I liked him too much to invade his privacy.
“My dad died too,” he said and he turned to lean against the wall again.
He looked sad as he confided this to me. I guessed the death was recent by the look in his eyes.
“Sorry to hear that,” I said and decided to change the subject. “So did your family move here?”
“No, I am staying here with my aunt and uncle…Xavier’s parents,” he said.
“You and Xavier are cousins,” I asked quizzically.
Jesse smiled then said, “Yep. Xavier is upset that I came here to talk to you too.”
“Well don’t let me be the person that comes between you and your family,” I said quickly.
“He will get over it. I teased him about being to chicken to talk to you so it’s his fault not mine,” Jesse said and he laughed. “Besides, he has a girlfriend.”
That hunger for blood in me that lingered but was always was controllable started to grow. It was becoming more a need then craving now. I could hear Jesse’s heart beat making his blood pulse under his skin. I could smell that faint smell of forest still but more and more, I could smell his blood. I imagined how good it tasted, how warm it was. I wanted him, and the need was confusing.
I bent down to pick up my back pack. Jesse stopped laughing and stopped leaning on the wall. He looked concerned or unsure whether or not he upset me or said something wrong. I looked at him for a minute and tried to say this without hurting his feelings because I needed to get inside and away from him.
I wanted to walk up to him and to put my face to his neck. I wanted to smell him, get close. I wanted to feel his pulse in my mouth, to taste his blood as I touched him and he touched me. My attraction to him physically was making the possibility of tasting his blood more tempting. He could live through it and I could mesmerize him afterward. He would never know what happened, I thought.
I snapped out of my sordid thoughts shaking my head in disgust. “Look Jesse, it would not have mattered if Xavier talked to me. I am not looking to have a relationship with anyone. I have to concentrate on school and well…other stuff. My life is drama free and I like it that way,” I said.
I tossed my bag over my shoulder and started for the door that led to my apartment.
“So you are turning me down, breaking my heart,” he said and he smiled. “I just find you so exciting, so… fascinating, Rayne. I promise you there will never be drama between us.”
“I’m flattered by your…fascination with me but I just can’t do this right now. Besides you can’t promise things like that,” I said and I started to back away from him.
“Wait Rayne,” Jesse said. “What do I have to do? You make it hard for me to breathe when you’re around. The truth is I’ve never felt this way about anyone. It makes me sad to think that we can’t at least be friends. I just want to be friends. I want to get to know you, that’s all. I promise.”
He moved closer to me. So close that I could touch him without reaching. My mind started racing, a voice in my head started talking. Grab him, entrance him, put your lips to his neck and bite. You know he will like it and so will you. I felt dizzy and I turned away from him disgusted by this new desire. He was overwhelming, beautiful and most of all, he was uninvited.
I regained some control and looked at him. I smiled slightly and shrugged my shoulders.
“We’ll see what happens alright. I’ll see you on Monday,” I said and I walked away.