Path of the Eclipse (continuation)

“I see you like baseball.” He said, nodding to the screen. I nodded, giving him a small glance and pulled it back to the screen. “I go for the Yankees.” He whispered. “Me too, but I can’t really pick between the Phillies and the Yankees. It sucked for me on the World Series.”I said, rolling my eyes. He chuckled. My eyes started to get heavy. I can’t sleep, but I could do what you humans call “snooze”. I closed my eyes. I heard Eric get up and put his plate in the sink. I fell into a slumber sitting up so he went and sat next to me. I leaned my head on his shoulder. He placed his head on top of my head. Soon we both fell asleep. I woke up first. His head was now on the back of the couch so it was easy to get up. I went to my computer again. Zeth was on the main one. Drat. Oh well….later I guess. So I went to my room. Maybe I could check out a book….? No Eric could find it and think it was suspicious. I could hide in a very good spot…..under my mattress, in the way back of my closet shelf, behind my dresser. Wait I have a freakin’ laptop, man that headache really got to me. I grabbed my computer and logged on. I looked up ‘werewolf facts’. ‘If wounded in werewolf form, the body of man will hold the scar as well.’ I wonder if he has any scars. I kept reading. ‘They have little or no….’ “Scarlet?” Eric said outside my door. Drat, I am never gonna get the info I need. I bookmarked the window this time. “Yes?” I said. “You keep disappearing on me.” He chuckled. “It’s not like I can go anywhere.” I mumbled. He stopped chuckling as if he heard me. How could he have heard me? I turned my gaze to the door. I walked out. “Where do you think you’re going?” Eric said, grabbing my elbow. I tried to pull away but once again his grip was strong. “What?” I said annoyed, turning around. “What’s the matter? I just want to talk to ya.” Eric whispered, brushing my cheek. I closed my eyes leaning into his hand. He chuckled softly. “What is there left to talk about?” I whispered, skimming my nose along his hand. He smiled down at me. “We haven’t talked about ourselves that much. All I know about ya is that you went to 12 different schools, you don’t sleep well at night, your moody, and are on this special diet of yours.” He whispered, running a hand through my hair. I froze. “I don’t really like to talk about it.” I whispered, walking away. “Hey, wait.” Eric whispered, turning me around. “You can tell me anything, I am a good listener, but I don’t have a big mouth.” He said, smiling crookedly. “I don’t know…” I whispered, shaking my head. “Come on, it can’t be that bad.” He whispered. ‘You have no idea…’ I thought. He looked at me as if I said something, but he just shook his head and got back into the conversation. “We’ll start off small ok?” he said, leading me to the living room. I chewed on the inside of my cheek nervously. ‘What if something slips, what if I say a wrong date from 50 years ago, or worse I spill my secret completely…’ I thought. We sat down on the love seat. I gulped. “So uh….where where you born?” he asked, twirling my hair in his fingers. I stayed quiet for a few seconds. “Somewhere in Romania, I was never told where.” I whispered, playing with his fingers. “Really? Wow, I was born in England.” He said. “What’s your favorite color?” I asked, laughing softly. “Green.” He whispered. “Mine are dark green, blue, silver, red, and black.” He looked at me. “That’s some list.” He said, pushing my hair out of my face. “What’s your favorite place in the world, one that you have or have not visited already?” he asked, chuckling. “I would have to say London. I lived there for 5…, I mean only a year but it was nice and cold. I like that kind of weather.” I whispered looking away from his gaze. He looked at me suspiciously. “OK, well I liked New York, no scratch that, I liked Morocco. It was nice and sunny there; I like that kind of weather. Weird how we are so different, and yet look at us now.” He said raising his arms, chuckling. He tends to chuckle a lot. We kept asking questions until it was 11 o’ clock at night. “We better get to bed.” I whispered, removing the blanket that was wrapped around me. “Why? It’s Saturday night, can’t we do something fun?” he said, smiling evilly. I rolled my eyes. “No seducing involved right?” I said, looking at him like a teacher when they see you misbehaving. He shook his head, “No.” I narrowed my eyes. “Fine.” I whispered, crossing my arms. I felt warm lips kiss my cheek, and they started to go down to my neck. I felt butterfly kisses along my jaw line. “I thought you said no seducing.” I whispered breathlessly, falling into his little trap. “Who said I was seducing. You’re the only one that’s saying that…” he whispered, his lips brushing against my skin below my ear. I moaned softly. He chuckled, his warm breath carressing down my neck. I gripped my hands in his silky black hair. His lips went to mine finally. I sighed into the kiss, placing a hand on his shoulder. I felt him smile. I wonder. I slid my hands down his chest, down his toned stomach to the end of his shirt. If I do this, I could see if he has any scars. I tugged lightly on his shirt. He didn’t get the idea. I tugged at it again. He pulled away from my lips and pulled the shirt over his head. I stared at his well-muscled stomach. ‘He has a 6-pack!’ I shrieked in my mind. “I see you like.” He whispered. I nodded. He chuckled bringing his lips to my neck, close to my shoulder. I put my head over his shoulder. It didn’t look like he had any scars. Wait, I saw one right where my chin was. It was long and thick, like he was stabbed with a knife and then the person who did it, tugged the knife, or maybe broke it in his skin. His skin was so warm. It felt like you sitting next to the fire, with a blanket. I skimmed my nose along his shoulder, up his neck and to his jaw. He shivered. I gasped. He bit my neck, he found my weak spot. He chuckled. I shook my head and smacked him. “No fair.” I whispered, kissing up his neck. “How is that?” he whispered in my hair. “Because we made a deal…” I whispered in his ear. He shivered. I chuckled. “You cold?” I asked, sliding my hand to his hair. “Your skin is cold.” He whispered. I stiffened; forgetting my skin was ice cold to the touch. “It usually is.” I said, almost shaking myself. He slid his arms around me, hugging me close. “Now that’s better.” He whispered, skimming his lips in my hair. He slid his head down, and sucked on my weak spot again. I gasped again. I felt my emotions change; which means my eyes are turning that red color again. I felt my teeth retracting again. I pulled my head away and turned my head around. I hugged my arms around myself; trying to calm down. “Are you ok?” Eric asked. He put a hand on my shoulder. I turned around and hissed, showing my teeth. He backed off a little. He looked pale. “I knew it. You’re a vampire!” he said. I growled. “How did you know about that?!” I spat. He looked straight into my eyes. I felt them change to the same color as his. I can also mimic some appearances. “Woah.” He whispered, awed. I smiled sarcastically; the dark side of me was taking over. “I see you like.” I sneered. He gulped. “Vampires aren’t supposed to be able to do that.” He whispered. I smiled again. “I’m not your average vampire, I’m different.” I whispered, raising an eyebrow. He eye balled me. “Now answer my questions.” I said, skimming my finger down his cheek. “So cute…” I whispered, brushing my hand through his hair. He moved away. “How do you know about vampires?” I asked, sternly. He stayed quiet for a few seconds. “You can say, I’m not all human.” He stuttered. “You’re a werewolf aren’t you?” I said casually. He looked at me. “How’d ya know…?” “It wasn’t that hard. Warm skin, forest like eyes, your smell, that scar you have on your right shoulder.” I interrupted him. His jaw dropped. I rolled my eyes. He stared at me. “Are you usually like this when you’re…uh…?” “Hungry.” I growled. He gulped again. When I saw the look on his face, something snapped back into place iside me. My eyes started to change back to the normal blue. I put a hand to my head. He waited patiently for me to come back, his eyes still big with confusment. I felt a finger brush down my cheek. I was leaning on the back of the chair. I cringed away from it. “Stay away from me, I’m just a monster.” I whispered, choking back tears. I got up and ran to my room. Eric caught me before I could slam the door. “Hey, you are not a monster.” He whispered, placing a hand on my cheek. I moved away from him. I felt tears run down my cheeks. Eric sighed. He reached his hand up to brush the tears away, but I moved away more. “Why can’t you listen and just stay away!” I said. I ran to the front door, I grabbed my jacket and was about to open the door and head out into the darkness but Eric’s hand caught mine. He grabbed me and pushed me against the wall. He held my shoulders hard, which means I couldn’t get away. I struggled and pushed against his grip anyway, but it was no use. I relaxed a little, but still kept on alert. I looked away from his face. “Look at me.” He whispered. I didn’t. “Look at me.” He hissed under his breath. I didn’t. He grabbed my chin, and roughly pulled it so my face faced his. “Listen to me!” he growled. I cringed. I felt the hand move away. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. It’s just that…these changes are hard to get used to.” he stuttered. He kept his other hand tight on my shoulder, while the other one brushed the hair out of my face. I moved my head away from it. He sighed. “Listen, you are not a monster, you don’t come close to one, you just need to learn to control it, and you did not choose to be what you are. That’s what we have in common.” He whispered. I peeked at his face, but it was down, his hair was covering his eyes. I tried to get away from him, but he held fast. “Why won’t you listen? You love me, I love you, and I know that, you know that. If you are gonna keep running away, how are we gonna work this problem out? How!?” he said. I looked down at the ground, feeling warm tears roll down my cheeks. Eric brought his lips to mine all of a sudden. I moved my hand to smack him on the face but he smacked it against the wall. I tried it with the other hand, but he did the same thing. He kissed me harder, and yet softer. The kiss was slow and warm. My hands relaxed into his; gripping his fingers. I kissed back the same way, slowly relaxing my muscles. After a few minutes he released his grip on me, wrapping his arms around me in a soft embrace. My hands moved around his neck. He pulled away, “I told you.” He whispered on my temple. I put my head on his chest. He sighed. “So I’m guessing what happened last night had something to do with this?” he said. I nodded. “What happened?” he whispered. I stayed quiet for a minute. “I bit you.” I whispered, pulling away. “I nearly killed you.” I continued, holding back tears. “Look, at least you didn’t.” he said, bringing me back into a soft hug. “That’s the thing; I was so close to doing so. Your heart beat was…so faint…” I whispered, hugging him closer. “It’s not your fault. Look we can work through this together, ok?”He whispered, moving my hair out of my face. I smiled weakly. “OK.” I whispered, pulling my head up to look at him. He wiped a stray tear away.





Chapter 4: I See the Future and it Doesn’t Look So Good….
Some people are gifted for seeing the future. Most people want that power, so did I, until I encountered it….

The day started off normal. Me getting up and ready at the crack of dawn, the boys taking forever to get ready, breakfast served, out the door; at school though I heard some comments coming from the she devil herself, Crystal Martinez.“I hear she’s a slut…” she says, “I heard that she lives alone in a nice penthouse across town, I wonder why….” I snarled under my breath. Eric looked at me. “What’s the matter?” he asked, holding my arm. I kept looking in the direction of the bitch squad, my lips curled up in a snarl. “Nothing.” I whispered. Turning around and pulling Eric along with me. “Slow down,” he chuckled, “we’re not going to be late.” “I’m not worried about that.” I whispered. “Scarlet what happened?” he asked, pulling me to a stop. I sighed. “Crystal, that’s what happened.” “Why?” he asked. I rolled my eyes. “She said I was a slut, and she knows that I live in a penthouse on the other side of town.” I whispered. His face went blank. He looked like he was about to turn around and go slap her. “I didn’t hear her say that though…” he whispered. “But I heard her voice say that!” I said. “Maybe she was just thinking that….” He whispered. “How would I be able to hear her then?” I asked, putting my hands on my hips. “Maybe you have telepathy…” he said. “That’s nonsense even for me.” I said. He smiled crookedly. “Life can throw you curve balls.” He said, wrapping his arm around my shoulders. I cringed. He looked down at me questionably. I looked up. “Sorry, not used to it yet…” I said, shrugging. He shook his head smiling. The bell rang seconds later and we walked to our first period class. The first period class went by slow, like always. I was done with my assignments before anyone else, so I just doodled. Eric looked over my shoulder to see what I was doing. “You call that doodling? It’s more like an art piece.” He whispered in my ear. I jumped, I was so focused on my “doodle” that I forgot he sat in back of me. “It’s just a drawing. I don’t even know what I’m doing…” I whispered back. I looked back at him. He was looking at the drawing. I looked back at it. It was soooo not a doodle. It was a very detailed drawing of the woods with wolves poking their heads from behind the trees.  The way the leaves moved in the breeze, the fur on the wolves, the blades of grass. Eric was looking at one wolf in particular; the one standing out from all the rest; the one standing in the front, out of the shadows, looking straight at me. I had colored the eyes a greenish color, and he was black. Was it Eric in wolf form? Do I have some kind of telepathy and know what he actually looks like in his immoral form? Although this looks strangley what i've in one of my day-dreams. “You should be in art…” he whispered, looking away from the wolf to my eyes. I started to blush. He smiled and brushed a finger along my cheek. I smiled. “Miss Crimson, do we have a problem here?” Mrs. Peters said. I turned around. “No Mrs.” I whispered, looking down at my desk. “Good, get back to work!” she said. I jumped and just started adding more detail to the wolf. I looked back at Eric. I rolled my eyes, and looked at him like, ‘you’re so dead later’ and turned back around to work more on my drawing.
At lunch I was still working on the drawing, this time not getting a tray of food. Unlike Eric, who looked like he was starving. I told him to go get something to eat, while I finished up the sky of my drawing. The moon was a lunar eclipse with small stars scattered around the sky, with soft little clouds. I smiled down at it. Maybe I should be in art….but I don’t want to be in another class without Eric. I put the drawing in my back pack and waited for Eric to get back. I heard some heels coming down the aisle. The next thing I knew there was ice cold water all over the booth table top. I jumped at the coldness. I growled. “Oops so sorry.” Crystal said sarcastically. I got up slowly, “You did not just do that.” I growled. My eyes were starting to turn blood red. “Maybe I did, maybe I didn’t. What are you gonna do about it?” she said, looking at her perfect nails. “This.” I snarled, raising my fist for the punch. I couldn’t do it, even if I wanted to so much. If I punched her across the hall, people would be suspicious. I clenched my fist tighter but put it back down to my side. Crystal was covering her face as if she was afraid I would make it look worse than it already was. I sighed, grabbed my backpack and walked off. Once I got around the corner, I slid down to the floor and tried to control my breathing. I heard footsteps coming. I put my head between my knees. “Scarlet, what happened?” Eric’s voice whispered, sitting down next to me. I kept my head between my knees as I answered. “Crystal again, spilled water all over the booth. Got angry, almost punched her, and nearly blew my secret, the usual.” I said. He brushed his fingers through my hair. I pulled my head up and put it on his shoulder. “At least you’re starting to control it…” he whispered. I shrugged. He was right; at least I didn’t punch a hole in the school wall, get into multiple fights with people, and get suspenstion. He kissed my temple. I sighed; my eyes went back to normal. We went outside to a table under a tree, since I have that little problem with the sun. I had a bottle of water clenched in my hand. I was looking down at the table top, thinking. Eric reached across the table and held my hand. I snapped out of it and looked up at him. He smiled, crookedly.  I smiled and shook my head. He brushed a finger down my cheek. I sucked in a breath of terror. My vision went blurry for a second. I saw Eric walking across a street with a huge Ford F150 coming his way. He didn’t see it apparently, and it hit him. He was down on the street, with blood all over the place; dead. I came back to earth, gasping. “Scarlet? What’s the matter? Scarlet!” I looked at Eric, with fear in my eyes I bet. “Nothing.” I gasped, drinking some water. “You were staring into space with a weird look in your eyes, something’s up.” He said. I can’t tell him that I saw his death...i think. “I was just thinking.” I said. The bell rang. Thank god. I ran off to my next class.