Here it is, the first part of the sequel to "Those Eyes." If you haven't read "Those Eyes," you'll be pretty confused so, I recommend going back and reading that story. You'll notice that this story is not in first person perspective. "Those Eyes" was Santana and Alex's story. This is all of their story. In my typical fashion, things move a little slowly as my characters develop. I hope you enjoy and please remember to comment and send feedback!
Once again, thank you Archangel for editing!
SRB
Its Eyes are for the Stars
"Love knows not distance; it hath no continent; its eyes are for the stars."
--Gilbert Parker
The sun peeked in through the blinds, alerting Zachary that it was now morning. He pulled the lithe, warm body beside him closer to his own and buried his nose into her auburn hair. He couldn't believe that he had found her. When he'd been feeling so lost and alone, she had appeared in his life like fate. He pulled her hair aside and nuzzled her slender throat, enjoying the scent that he found there.
She sighed contentedly as he urged her to roll onto her back. Jade eyes met green ones and both smiled broadly. She was his, and he loved these moments with her.
"Good morning," she said softly as his lips brushed against hers.
"Morning, Anna," he returned as he sneakily unbuttoned her nightshirt with a grin on his face. She moaned as his calloused hands rasped across her soft skin.
Each time they made love, he always wished that he had waited for her to be his first. His first had been a girl he had met on the road, a stranger he met while riding through a college town. She had been pretty and easy, just what he had needed to get his first time out of the way. His inexperience didn't seem to be an issue and if her moans and screams were any indication, he hadn't done a half bad job.
She was a Were. He had made sure to choose a girl that he couldn't break. His first time needed to be uninhibited, and he had always heard what sensual creatures Weres were. He had not been disappointed. But now, as he looked down at his Anna, he wished he had waited.
Her auburn waves spilled out around her as she threw her head from side to side in pleasure. He couldn't help but chuckle. She was always so open and free in expressing herself during moments like these. He watched his own hand slide down her pale body, the difference in their skin tones was so arousing. Dipping his head, he began sucking on the spot where her neck met her shoulder, his hand passing over her navel towards her bare, weeping core.
"Yes," she gasped out, her slim form squirming as he played her body perfectly.
He knew there wasn't enough time for a full session, but making her orgasm would be enough. Moving his hand in the way he knew she liked, he stroked her higher and higher until she shattered around his fingers
The sound of her breathing evening out was comforting to him as he watched her come down from her peak. She was so beautiful, so his but he knew he couldn't keep her.
"Do you have to go to class today?" Anna asked as she snuggled back into the warmth of the blankets.
"I do, yes. I have a test next week. You want me prepared, don't you?" he responded, buttoning up his gingham-patterned shirt.
Ash Carlisle had pulled some strings to get him enrolled in university midway through the semester. The generous scholarship he received from the Carlisle family was enough to pay for his tuition, housing, and other costs. He had made Ash swear not to tell his siblings where he was, and to his knowledge the man had kept his secret. He called his siblings weekly, but was adamant about them not visiting despite their near begging.
He could tell that they were still angry that he'd left, but he wouldn't let their yelling or tears dissuade him. Being here felt right, especially now that he had Anna.
He kissed her forehead before he headed out. She listened for the sound of his motorcycle as he rode away. There was something about that sound that she had always loved. It seemed so familiar and comforting.
When he was with her, she felt safe and loved. It was in these moments when he was gone that everything felt so wrong. She felt misplaced.
She had been so lost when he had found her. She hadn't understood what she was, or why she could do the things that she could do. They had bonded quickly as he mentored her as best as he could. Anna had been attempting to live on human food alone, and it had been Zach who explained to her that she needed blood to live. He had explained to her that she was special, just like he was, but she often felt that he was keeping something from her, something vital.
Disregarding those thoughts, she focused on being grateful. He had done so much for her and all she had done was lie to him. Nearly everything he knew about her life had been made up, but the lies had spilled out before she could stop them. It was as if it was second nature to her.
Despite the lies and convoluted webs she wove, she could never shake the feeling that there was someone she should be missing. There were people that she should be missing.
Closing her eyes, she thought back to the last thing she vividly remembered. The memory was never fluid, merely snapshots of images and feelings. There was darkness and pain, a suffocating feeling, panic, more pain, cold stone, then more darkness. She thought of the woman who had found her and smiled fondly. Marian, the older woman, had never told her where she was found, and Anna wasn't sure if she wanted to know.
It was Marion who had given her clothes, a place to stay, and gotten her a job at the diner where she had met Zachary. She owed Marion so much.
There were times when she'd remember. Someone would ask an obscure question and she'd just know the answer. One day, two customers had sat in a booth and argued over marketing techniques. Growing frustrated with their bickering, she'd provided her input and was met with stunned expressions that were almost comical. Retrograde amnesia is what Marion had called it. She had retained facts that she had learned, but couldn't remember the details of her previous life.
The woman inspired a feeling of safety and security, and her words had truly resonated with a very confused Anna. "I know it's scary now, not remembering. But keep in mind, dear, that now you can be anything... anyone that you choose to be. Some of us are locked in place in this life, but you... you've been given another chance."
Even with this new mentality, she still craved to recall her life before the darkness. It was in these moments when she was alone that she strained her brain to remember, but it was always the same. All she ever saw was soulful, brown eyes, nothing else, and all she ever remembered was one name: "Anna."
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She watched the sky. The gray clouds rolling in were fitting for how she felt that day. Sighing, she tore her eyes away from the impending storm and back to the homework in front of her. Biochemistry seemed less important in comparison to the fact that everything she had grown to love and trust was falling apart.
"Santana?" she heard, seemingly out of nowhere. Looking up from her textbook, she noticed a concerned looking Audrienne standing in the doorway. Her nearly white hair was pulled back into a neat bun that sat high on her head, highlighting the elegant features of her angelic face. She wore a sheer black blouse tucked into a teal pleated skirt that reached mid-thigh. Gold ballet flats and a gold Kate Spade watch finished the ensemble.
Santana filled with a slight pride for her younger sister. The young woman had worn a uniform of some sort her entire life, and had acclimated quickly to living on the outside world... or at least looking like it.
"You look very pretty, Audrienne." Santana said with a smile. Stephen, Carmendi, and Aara all called their older sister, Audri. Santana had yet to fill comfortable with saying the nickname. "What's the occasion?"
A small smile graced the blonde's full lips followed by a blush. "I'm going to see Dr. Otto today."
Dr. Ryan Otto had asked to meet with each hybrid rescued from the lab. He took blood samples and assessed any known abilities. This was part of a plan to slowly acclimate each new addition to the family into the rest of the world.
Her reaction was slightly confusing to the older sister. "Why would a doctor's appointment require you to look like this? Last time I went to see the doctor I was in a t-shirt and yoga pants."
The younger woman blushed once more and opened and closed her mouth like she couldn't quite form the right words. "When Carmendi came back from seeing the doctor that day... the day you found out about her, there was this... scent that came back with her. It wasn't her scent, I know her scent. It belonged to someone else and there were these eyes... these dark green eyes," her voice stated, taking on a breathy quality that hadn't been there before. "Each time someone comes back from seeing him, it's like this... anxiety inside of me increases and intensifies. I can't blink without seeing those damn eyes. He's my mate."
Mate. Hearing that word made Santana think of her own recently distant mate. Since the death of Aislyn, she saw him less and less. He had thrown himself into school and working with the hybrids. The children needed to be placed in school, some needed counseling, and others were too dangerous and unpredictable to be around humans yet.
At first he would sleep on the other side of the bed, no longer holding her. Now, he came home less and less. She was waking up alone nearly every morning, his side of the bed always cold.
His blame and guilt was nearly palpable. He seemed to alternate between two looks, disdain or looking straight through her, and she felt a piece of her soul die each day.
"Santana? Santana, are you alright? You've seemed distant lately. Is..." the young girl paused, suddenly uncomfortable, "...everything okay between you and Alex?" The concerned voice of her sister broke through her haze.
