Odilia
I couldn't explain the forlornness that I felt over the weekend when I didn't get a chance to be with Stefan again. Yes, contrary to one night stands, I remembered his name and contrary to what I said before I missed him.
This is why On Sunday night, I found myself at Club fusion. This was the last day of the weekend, so I thought what better way to get over a man than to find another one. So, I was trying to scope out one, thinking surely the sex couldn't have been good enough to make me change what I originally sought. No strings attached was what I was looking for. I wanted a man that couldn't get me as rowdy as he could. I still found it unsettling that he'd gotten me out of everything not once but four times before I fell asleep.
I ran my hands through my hair, feeling the effects of another straightener that had pulled my natural curly hair straight and down to my back. The outfit I had chosen to wear was a white and blue plaited skirt, with white ankle high boots that had a buckle on each side of them, and a white short sleeve shirt that had a slashed effect across the breasts. It was what I called a teaser shirt because if worn without a bra it teased the viewer because you could only see the top of the cleavage, while the bottom half rested snugly inside the shirt. I sat down at the bar and asked for a drink. The bartender handed me a cosmopolitan and I nearly gagged on it's taste. Normally cosmopolitans were my favorite. I just left it sitting there.
I glanced around and spotted a guy starring at me from across the room. He was what most people would consider eye candy, and he wasn't that bad looking either. He was a little shorter than I was, a dark skinned brother with deep waves in his hair. He had a beautifully shaped mouth that was known to most of our descendants.
Getting up from the bar, I felt a rush come over me at having found someone else so quick. I walked over to him and smiled. I was going to enjoy this night if it was the last thing I did. I went up to him and batting my eye lashes, I introduced myself, "Hi, I'm Odilia. What's your name?"
"Marcus." He answered with a smile. Perfect and straight, just like I like them. One point for Marcus. He lifted my hand up to his mouth and kissed it, "Why are you here tonight?"
"Looking for some fun, how about you?" I cooed.
He smiled even wider, "The same type of fun you are baby, how about be go somewhere, just the two of us?" I liked his directness. "Where would you like to go?"
"To my place."
"And where is that?" I inquired, my tone coy.
"Just a little ways from here."
Not really caring about the bad possibilities of this situation, as long as I could get past Stefan, I smiled and replied, "Alright then, sugar, let's go." I smiled.
He moved up off the wall and together we walked out of the club.
Stefan:
I felt my fangs divulge as I thought of how I just wanted to seriously tear into this guy's throat. I didn't want him anywhere near her. I sure as hell didn't want him to touch her. She was mine and it sickened me at the thought of him touching her. Not only that, but I had a feeling something wasn't right. This man was no ordinary man; this I am sure of. I had a foreboding sense of doom where he was concerned and I didn't understand why she couldn't feel it. She should be able to see that he isn't who he appear to be. If anything happened to her I would definitely kill this man.
I followed them as they made their way outside. She had agreed to follow him in his car. It made me wonder, if this was the tactic she used with every man and suddenly I felt angry at this thought. Swallowing my saliva, I closed my eyes and imagined myself in her car in spirit form, so that she couldn't see me. It was then I felt her heart beat and I felt the longing in her heart. My eyes shot open and I put my hand over my chest.
There was so much emotion there it was unbelievable. It was like she was the female equivalent of me. When she stopped at a red light, it was then that I realized I was in her back seat. I looked up and saw her look in her review mirror. She gasped and then quickly I visualized myself invisible.
Odilia
I nearly jumped out of my skin when I saw Stefan in the back seat, but just as I noticed, the light turned green and I turned my head back to the road for a split second. It was then I realized it was just my imagination. No one was back there. Besides, how could he get back there anyway? There was no such thing as magic. I stopped as the guy in front of me slowed down and turned on his left blinker. I did the exact same thing and turned left with him. We had been driving for a good ten minutes when the guy stopped his car and turned off his lights. I did the same thing. I got out of the car to meet him.
"I'm glad I didn't loose you," He stated, glancing at me.
"No, it was quite easy to follow you." I stated, a sweet smile on my face.
"I'm glad to hear that, now shall we?" He inquired, grasping my hand in his. I felt a little giddy knowing that within a few moments I would be able to prove that nothing life changing had happened with Stefan and that my desire for him was nothing more than a desire. I smiled at him as we reached the door and I waited for him to unlock it.
"What's your name again, sugar?" I asked.
"Marcus, sweet thang."
"Oh. Well, thank you Marcus."
Once the door was open, I walked in behind Marcus as he turned the light on in the foyer. I looked around as he shut the door. The place was so opulent and beautiful, with antiques everywhere. I walked into the sitting room and didn't notice as he locked the door behind himself. The entire place was shrouded in darkness.
The light switch was hit and I gasped so loud it made him laugh. The entire sitting room looked like something out of the fifties, there was a juke box in a corner of the room . There was also a living room set and a television with a few upgrades to it, to make it look more modern. The room itself was done in black, gray and white checker.
I said, "This is cool."
