One Vampire, One Werewolf, One Forbidden Love, P.26

“So, when did you learn you were a slayer?” His voice was soft and sweet. I shifted my gaze to the floor. “We don’t have to talk about it, if you don’t want to.” He could tell the memory pained me. “No, it would be nice if someone other than Angie knew.” I said turning my now sad blue eyes to stare into his own.

“I was 14, just 14 in fact it was my birthday.” My voice was barely above a whisper, and it cracked with tears. Instinctivly his hand reached out and he began rubbing my shoulder. “The door oppened to the classroom I paid no attention, during the entire test our principal had been walking in and out of classrooms,” I paused to breath deeply. “I heard my teacher say, ‘sir you shouldn’t, there is a test going on.’ I still didn’t look up, but then the man said, he said he was looking for me.”

I looked up as if I was looking through something, my eyes held the cold hard blue stare that frightened most people. “It was then that I looked up out of the corner of my eye, and he met my glance.

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