Eva
He takes my hand and leads me outside. Under the moonlight, we walk into the woods. It should be near morning but the moon still lingers. We come to the bank of a secluded lake. The moon reflects on the water, lighting up the lily pads and their flowers. On the fragrant flowers are butterflies.
It is extremely beautiful. It reminds me of the night I was sitting on a dock, dangling my feet in the water. This poem just infiltrated my mind, so I decided to share it with Vincent.
"I go into the night. Seeking someone to hear my plight.I feel the world closing in around me. I leave behind the rest of humanity.I walk further into the night. Leaving everything behind to make me feel alright. I find myself heading out to the place where no one speaks. As I halt within the night, I scan the trees around me. I crouched down and felt the earth pulsing under my hand. There is a power here that I wish to understand. As I wait within the night, I send my senses outward. I feel the life around me, I'm overcome with a sense of knowing. The trees, the grass, the water, all give me peace. As I listen in the night, I gaze up to the stars. May the powers hear my troubles out, and give me answers to my queries. My life has made me so weary. I embrace the calm that settles over me. I thank the powers for their aid, and for the wisdom I have gained. Each time I go into the night, I enjoy nature's delights. The air, the soil, the water, the foliage, and the life that dwells here all bring me strength and rid the darkness by the grace of their light. Even in the darkest of nights, one can embrace such delights. There is much beauty every night."
He asks, "Was that one of yours?" I nod because it came from bits of what I had read online about being one with nature. He thinks for a moment, "It's a very Pagan concept because of how attuned with nature you are. You're likely part witch or your soul just identifies with it."
I have to ask, "Would that complicate things with us?"
He tries to reassure me, "What you are won't change whatever made the connection between us. It just makes you dangerous, and more of a target, once you learn to control your powers."
I say, "We don't even know what I can do."
He squeezes my hand, "Well, I can test your vampiric abilities, and I bet the wolf can see what, if any, shifter ones you may have."
"As for witch stuff, do I just find spell books and give it a whirl, like in Harry Potter?" I ask.
He chuckles, "Fuck if I know."
I laugh, "Aww, where did Mr. Prim and Proper go?"
He looks at the lake and then says, "Let's test your speed." He runs across the water, picks a flower from a lily pad, and returns, twirling it between his fingers as he smirks.
I sigh, "Um, I doubt I can walk on water."
He smirks, as he puts the flower behind my ear, "Try it."
I look at him skeptically, "How do I know you just don't want to get me all wet?"
He chuckles, "You don't."
I reply, "If I get wet, I will find a way to get back at you."
He winks, "I don't doubt it. Perhaps that's what I want." I select the closest one to try for. I think to myself, to be fast and walk on water. I give it a go. I manage to get to the flower and back with only getting wet just over my ankles. He kisses my cheek, "Not bad. Maybe with the years, or if you could turn, you'll be able to avoid getting wet."
"Well, this proves that I have some speed, at least."
He nods, "Yes, and that's good. Stay here. I'll be right back." He sprints to the house puts a record on and returns. He instructed me, "Now, concentrate on your hearing, and tell me what you hear playing back at the house."
I close my eyes and try to block out everything; trying to concentrate on the music from the house. I hear the blood flowing in my veins and his heartbeat, I try to stifle that noise. Then I hear the music. "I hear music," I state, in astonishment.
"Good, describe it," he says.
I think for a second, "Opera, I think. William Tell Overture or at least sounds similar."
He smiles, "Very good. You are right. The opera was a comedy composed by a famous Belgian, named André Grétry. So, you have our keen hearing."
I rub my head, "It makes my head hurt a bit; like I have a mild headache."
He asks, "Do you 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 light bulb 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, 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?"