Her eyes eternal

Augusta hates Tristan, the new boy in her School.. he is full of himself, all the girls faun over him and on top of being handsome he is smart. Also he seems to old to be her age..
They have a couple of clashes, Augusta getting more and more annoyed with Tristan, he on the other hand seems Hell-bend on having her..
But one day she hears that Tristan is in big trouble, trouble that could kill him. Does she safe him even though she hates him ?
And what is Tristan's story ?

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11. Being worried about him

 

 *Reverend Blomquist*

 I sit with a book in my lap, trying to read but failing miserably, when my two employees return, looking rather sheepishly. I put down the book and look at them expectantly. “What did you discover ?”

 

 “Well the heavy beam had been removed before the barn burned. It was laying unscated on the ground. Someone must have opened and dragged him out”. The tall one says, looking at the ground in front of his feet.

 

 I look from one to the other. “Who would do that ? Is there another vampire we haven’t discovered ? A mate maybe ? This is why I tell you to make sure, you need to stay till it’s to late for it to escape”.

 

 None of them dare look at me. “The fire had caught on really well sir. He was totally gone and we had no idea someone would look for him. Sorry we failed”.

 

 “Yes you failed.. now tell me what else you have found out.. who is he ?” I already know, but I hope these imbeciles can tell me I am wrong, that I made a mistake.

 

 “Not much sir.. his name is Tristan Pugh, he moved here a short while ago. He doesn’t Seem to be the killer type, at least there has been no suspicious deaths or disappearances since he arrived”. The small one answer.

 

 I just sit there, my mind winding back in time, way back.. Finally Tristan within my reach.. first half of my revenge finally within my reach. A cold smile spreading on my lips, this has gotten personal, very personal.

 

 *Augusta*

 “Tristan !” I opened the door to the room, finding the bed empty and the window open. Where had he gone to ? And would he return ? I feel the panic spread in my body. Have they found him here ? No how could they ? And he should have been able to defend himself at least somewhat, I would have heard something. I have to assume he left on his own accord.

 

 I keep telling myself that he is a vampire, he isn’t in real danger, but the fear still creep in on me. My pulse is racing and I hope he will come back soon.

 

 Pacing the living room I am getting more and more angry and more worried, this is so typical Tristan, forgetting that I worry about him.. wait were did that thought come from ?

 

 Suddenly I hear low sounds from the room and a window closing, making me stomp into the room.

 

 “What the hell were you thinking you idiot ? Did you consider telling me that you were leaving ? Did you consider for a moment how worried I would be ?” My voice is Way to high pitched and shaking, but I don’t care.

 

 He turns around cocking his head slightly, looking at me with surprise. “Sorry, but I thought you told me to keep my distance, I didn’t think you cared the slightest bit about me”.

 

 The lopsided grin I find so arrogant slide over his face and the fear and a her kind of blows up, making me take a swing at him, wanting to hit him. But he grabs my wrist, looking at me with something that looks like mirth. “Wow calm down gorgeous”.

 

 I fight to rip my arm from his grip, but to no avail, so I decide to stare him down angrily instead. He sigh and asks softly. “Were you really worried about me ?”

 

 I grind my teeth, not wanting to give him that satisfaction, but his eyes are warm and actually concerned, I sigh and nod reluctantly.

 

 He softly pull me into him, stroking my back and I don’t fight him. “I am sorry darling, I was never my intend to make you worried. I should have thought about you needing to know that I left. But my..needs were urgent and I did not want to risk losing control around you”.

 

 I feel a small jolt at the realisation, it hadn’t considered how hungry he had to be after that ordeal. He had been afraid he could bite me, so I probably should be thankful that he left ? “It’s okay, it was just me being silly”.

 

 “No you weren’t, it was very inconsiderate of me. It is actually kind of nice to have someone care for me and be worried, no one has been that for a long time”. The smile he sends me is warm and soft, making my knees weak.

 

 I look into his eyes and feel how the pulse is beating in my ears, the blood roaring. I have a flash, of looking into his eyes, feeling happy and loved. I shake my head. What is happening ? Why had I been this worried about him ? It couldn’t be some vampire trick.

 

 Suddenly he seems to realise that he is holding me quite close, he Lets me go, looking a bit sheepish. “Whoops sorry, limits, Holding my hands to myself and all that. I’ll try to remember”.

 

 “It’s okay, no harm done”. I say, sending him a weak smile. Something inside me, like a new voice awakened cries out, wanting to be back in his arms. But I ignore it.

 

 He looks at me, like he is seeing something he didn’t expect, then he just smiles softly. “Maybe you better get to bed my dear, you must be tired”.

 

 “Yeah I actually am”. I yawn. “Maybe you should get some rest too”.

 

 “Goodnight Augusta”. He says softly.

 

 “Goodnight Tristan”. I reach up to kiss his cheek, before leaving him standing there, as I go to my own room”.

 

 *Tristan*

 I go to the room and sit down taking my wallet and pulling out a small old photo, it is worn and grainy, it shows a young woman with a little girl on her lap. I smile to myself. “Hi my love, I need you guidance so much.. am I going crazy here ?”

 

 I feel the familiar pain spread in my chest and the tears starting to spill from my eyes. “I am sorry Margareth, so sorry.. I don't want to feel this.. you are my only love, then now and forever.. eternally”. I hold the picture to my chest. A part of me wishing that I hadn’t been saved.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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