Chapter One -
Gideon scanned the crowd of university students milling in the small pub. Thru his many years he never tired of watching humanity move around him. He enjoyed the smells of food he could no longer taste, the way people spoke when they thought no one was listening. He was not there to hunt his next meal but if one should peak his interest he certainly did not deny his basic needs.
The sound of a pen scratching on paper in a continuous movement caught his attention. He dismissed the waiter who came to refill his wine glass; impatiently waiting for his view of the sound to be unobstructed. Across the restaurant he found her, oblivious to the world as she wrote in her book. His eyes traveled from her long fingers following her pale skin to the waterfall of silky red curls that fell across her shoulder. The curls just barely covering the lovely profile of her face so focused intently on the words being put to paper.
She paused in her writing as if sensing his eyes on her. She glanced up looking for the source of her uneasy feeling. He couldn't help the image of a sleek deer looking up from her drink to tentatively look for the prey she knows is near. He was surprised at his pulse quickening as her eyes locked with his. They had to be the clearest blue he had ever seen, so bright they were almost silver, but still so expressive. They gave him the sense that she was so much older than her actual age. He registered an understanding in here eyes, as though she saw straight thru his human facade. The look quickly faded as she looked back to her journal shaking her head. "Your crazy," he heard her whisper to herself. Shifting in her seat she drew her hair to the other shoulder, revealing her long slender neck.
Despite every instinct telling him to look away, he continued to watch her cautiously, fascinated by her. In all his years he had never experienced this strange sensation, such a strong reaction. The world seemed to fall away as he watched her unconsciously caress her neck. Her fingers resting for just a moment on that sweet area that he would use to feed. He drew in a breath in time to her own as she moved her fingers to her lips as though recounting a tender lover's kiss.
"Who is this girl?" he asked himself and why has she moved him so?
"Would you like a refill?" the waiter asked the girl as he approached with a pitcher of water. "Damn it, MOVE!" Gideon demanded with his mind.
"Thanks but no, Quinn. I'm getting ready to leave. Can you bring me the bill?"
"Sure thing, Lisbeth." He answered.
"Lisbeth," He whispered the name to feel how it rolled off his tongue.
She looked up again, as if responding to his voice. She looked around, he could feel her pulse quicken. Not seeing the face she hoped to see, her face dropped in despair. Is that a tear? Yes a single drop of water slowly left her check.
"Who are you?" he thought again to himself. He decided he would find out. It had been a long time since something caused him such a curiosity in him and in his time he had seen it all. He could easily cross to her and compel her to tell him her deepest secrets, but somehow he wanted this story to unravel at it's own pace.
Bill paid she grabbed her purse and coat and was gone. He was halfway out the door when he noticed her book had fallen unnoticed from her bag. He quickly retrieved it and followed her out the door.