The Vampire...In My Dreams*2*Nelena ^In Description^ Part 1

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The notion should have made me ill, but the look in his hungry eyes lured me to drink every bit of him in. No one had showed that much interest in me, ever. For an instant, I was ready to bare my throat and let him take me.

"And you are Selena Gomez."

The way he said my name made it sound like his tongue rolled over each letter, every syllable, with undying affection. My heart skipped a beat. Vampires could control humans easily, so I'd read. I straightened my back. But I was a witch and he should have no power over me. So there.
I folded my arms. "Are you a...?" Suddenly my gray matter focused on the words he'd spoken. "How did you know my name?"
He waved his hand at the night sky with a gallant gesture. "It's written in the stars."

"Right." Witches often used mumbo jumbo like that to confuse the general non-witch population, but he was no warlock. Or was he? "And why would my name be written in the stars?"
"We were destined to meet, you and I, on this very eve." He sounded so sincere, not at all teasing, though I didn't believe him for an instant.
"We make our own destiny," I said matter-of-factly, tilting my chin up slightly, like I always did when I knew I was right or at least wanted to assure another person I knew I was right.

He took a step forward and the action forced chill bumps to erupt all over my arms. Luckily, the long-sleeved, silky blouse I wore sufficiently hid the physical reaction I had to his presence. I tilted my chin up even more, determined not to step away from him as much as I longed to do so.

My witch's training was far from complete and an ancient vampire, if that was what he was, would be vastly more powerful than me, wouldn't he? At least from the fictionalized accounts I'd read, they were. Certainly, I had no desire to test my theory one way or the other.

Not that I was a coward or anything. But I never saw myself as being really stupid either. Except that I'd agreed to chase after sprinter Kate in the dead of the night trying to locate a vampire who now very likely stood before me.
My throat grew dry, both from running like a horse in a madcap race to the finish line, and from the sheer terror that threatened to undo me when I attempted to pose the question dangling from my dry tongue. Yet I still clung to the words, not sure I truly wanted to know the answer to the question that fought to be asked.

"Isn't it a little late for you to be out at night?" he asked, ruining my chance at questioning him first.

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