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that predicatable Melina was a bit boring, anyway. Shayna layed down onto a big couch pillow and pulled the blanket over her.
“Cold?” Melina asked. “I told you that you were crazy for going out there.”
Shayna closed her eyes, and thought of Cain, “I would do it again in a heart beat,” she said, getting cozy deeper into the couch.
“I bet you would,” Melina had a hunch about how her twin truly was feeling about this boy, she had felt it once herself. A car horn sounded outside. “Maria’s here, we’re going to grab a bite, do you want to go?” Shayna didn’t answer, “Shay?”
Melina walked over to the couch and looked at Shayna who was completely unconscious, and snoring a little. Melina smiled and tucked the blanket around, her sleeping twin, more. She wanted details but they would have to wait. Instead, she left with her friend.
Chapter 4
Cain walked out of the stall leaving the Quarter horse mare lying in the hay, with labored, but stable, breathing. He found a rag laying on a saddle, and used it to wipe his face. He left the barn and walked into the house to find Aunt Mill, cooking goulash on the stove. She had been with Cain for a few years, he had found her wandering in an alley in Eureka, California. She had been babbling something about the “One”, “The One that would save him.” He couldn’t seem to get rid of her, and beside the fact that he thought she was a witch of some sort, she turned out to be a very, intellegent, wonderful old woman, and he soon came to adore her. She knew what he was from the start, and it never seemed to bother her. She had been the one, who insisted he come to Michigan.
“Long day dear?” she asked when he sat down. She could tell by his eyes that he had just fed. The red ring around his pupil gave it away.
He looked at the aging woman, frail, and old, “How am I going to do this?” he asked her. She sat down across from him at the table.
“Cain dear,” her eyes looked tired, and full of concern, “Maybe you should just stay away from her for a while, at least until she is eighteen. Then you won’t have to worry about being a danger to her,” she suggested.
“I wish I could,” he said, and looked out the window, “But I can’t. I ache without her. I need her near me physically. As much as I want to stay away from her, and keep her safe, I can’t.”
The pot on the stove started bubbling over, and Aunt Mill rushed to tend to it.
Cain continued, “I hate myself for putting her in danger like this,” he hit the table hard with his fist.
“Then why do it, child?” Aunt Mill said, stirring oregano into the pot.
Cain loved the smells of the food she cooked, he would never eat it, but it smelled delicious.
“I try,” he scratched his head in frustration, something he had done since childhood, “She keeps showing up whereever I go. Who would have thought that damn horse would find her out there in the woods, in the middle of a mini blizzard? I was tracking him all night, and then there she was.”
“That is a little ironic,” Aunt Mill said, and then paused and smiled, “A little poetic too.”
Cain, lost in his thoughts, finally said, “I’ve been able to control myself so far,” he thought of Shayna’s beautiful face, “As long as I never taste her mortal blood, I think I might be okay.”
“Hopefully,” she raised an eyebrow at him from the stove. Then suddenly she shook her head, dismissing the thought that he would hurt Shayna, “You know what dear, your right, you’ll do just fine, trust yourself,” she told him.
“She told me the same thing,” he remembered, “To trust myself.”
“She seems like a smart, inquisitive girl,” Aunt Mill said, “You’re very lucky Cain.”
“He’s here, you know?”
“Cold?” Melina asked. “I told you that you were crazy for going out there.”
Shayna closed her eyes, and thought of Cain, “I would do it again in a heart beat,” she said, getting cozy deeper into the couch.
“I bet you would,” Melina had a hunch about how her twin truly was feeling about this boy, she had felt it once herself. A car horn sounded outside. “Maria’s here, we’re going to grab a bite, do you want to go?” Shayna didn’t answer, “Shay?”
Melina walked over to the couch and looked at Shayna who was completely unconscious, and snoring a little. Melina smiled and tucked the blanket around, her sleeping twin, more. She wanted details but they would have to wait. Instead, she left with her friend.
Chapter 4
Cain walked out of the stall leaving the Quarter horse mare lying in the hay, with labored, but stable, breathing. He found a rag laying on a saddle, and used it to wipe his face. He left the barn and walked into the house to find Aunt Mill, cooking goulash on the stove. She had been with Cain for a few years, he had found her wandering in an alley in Eureka, California. She had been babbling something about the “One”, “The One that would save him.” He couldn’t seem to get rid of her, and beside the fact that he thought she was a witch of some sort, she turned out to be a very, intellegent, wonderful old woman, and he soon came to adore her. She knew what he was from the start, and it never seemed to bother her. She had been the one, who insisted he come to Michigan.
“Long day dear?” she asked when he sat down. She could tell by his eyes that he had just fed. The red ring around his pupil gave it away.
He looked at the aging woman, frail, and old, “How am I going to do this?” he asked her. She sat down across from him at the table.
“Cain dear,” her eyes looked tired, and full of concern, “Maybe you should just stay away from her for a while, at least until she is eighteen. Then you won’t have to worry about being a danger to her,” she suggested.
“I wish I could,” he said, and looked out the window, “But I can’t. I ache without her. I need her near me physically. As much as I want to stay away from her, and keep her safe, I can’t.”
The pot on the stove started bubbling over, and Aunt Mill rushed to tend to it.
Cain continued, “I hate myself for putting her in danger like this,” he hit the table hard with his fist.
“Then why do it, child?” Aunt Mill said, stirring oregano into the pot.
Cain loved the smells of the food she cooked, he would never eat it, but it smelled delicious.
“I try,” he scratched his head in frustration, something he had done since childhood, “She keeps showing up whereever I go. Who would have thought that damn horse would find her out there in the woods, in the middle of a mini blizzard? I was tracking him all night, and then there she was.”
“That is a little ironic,” Aunt Mill said, and then paused and smiled, “A little poetic too.”
Cain, lost in his thoughts, finally said, “I’ve been able to control myself so far,” he thought of Shayna’s beautiful face, “As long as I never taste her mortal blood, I think I might be okay.”
“Hopefully,” she raised an eyebrow at him from the stove. Then suddenly she shook her head, dismissing the thought that he would hurt Shayna, “You know what dear, your right, you’ll do just fine, trust yourself,” she told him.
“She told me the same thing,” he remembered, “To trust myself.”
“She seems like a smart, inquisitive girl,” Aunt Mill said, “You’re very lucky Cain.”
“He’s here, you know?”
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