something that he was most like it would have been a vampire. I had tossed and turned while thinking of the coincidences and I'd almost had myself convinced and freaked out that I was dating a vampire until the flaw in my plan had slapped me in the face.
I had seen Julian in the sunlight plenty of times and if there was one thing I knew about vampires it was they couldn't go out in the sunshine nor have the suns rays touch their skin. So I was back to my original questions; what the hell was Julian and when would he trust me enough to tell me?
Coming out of my thoughts I realized Julian had been speaking to me, and it was about his family. Groaning to myself I shook my head and began to pay attention, his family was an important subject, especially if I was meeting them soon.
"Avalon isn't my real sister," Julian said, he looked at me strangely, as if he knew I had just come into the conversation.
"And both of us are our mother's adopted children." He squeezed my hand and I smiled at him, his strained face relaxed and I leaned over, breathing in the scent that was uniquely his. He tensed as I brushed my lips lightly across his neck. I felt his breath slowly exhale, and retreated not wanting to push either of our control.
"Will Avalon be there today?" I asked, settling back into my seat.
"Yes, but she's shy so don't expect much from her," I barely heard his answer since we were pulling into his driveway at the same time. Julian's house was in the foothills a bit, in the small community of Bangor.
The house was old; I could tell that just by looking at it. But not falling down crumbling old, nice and well kept old. It was two stories, covered in dark brown wood siding and a large off white porch. It reminded me of our old house before my mother had decided to Stepfordize us.
But what truly caught my attention was the row of Sterling roses that led from the driveway to the porch steps. Sterlings were my favorite rose, aside from the deep blood red ones that I grew. They had silvery purple blooms and were thornless.
“Oh Julian, the roses are lovely,” I told him as he opened my door and held out his hand.
I let him help me out of the truck and walked over to the first blooming plant and inhaled in their faint, yet perfect, scent. Julian just watched me with a tiny smile on his face; we stood in his yard for a few moments before I felt his hand touch the small of my back.
At his one brief touch my heart thudded louder, I watched as his eyes seemed to glow. Blushing I remembered he could hear every beat, every pause.
“Don’t be embarrassed, it’s endearing, if not a little worrying.” Julian kissed my forehead and slipped his hand into mine.
When we walked into his home the first thing I noticed was that it smelled like a flower garden and something spicy and almost coppery. His home was dark, a few lights were on, but their bulb wattage was rather low and there were dark curtains pulled over the windows.
Julian took my coat and draped it over the chair near the door as I looked around. A staircase wound its way up, disappearing into the dark, its wood banister gleaming as if just polished. As I stepped further into the room, all the furniture looked antique, and it was all beautiful. I passed a hand over the fabric of the couch, it was soft and the pattern looked like spun gold. There was a love seat in one corner that looked rather oriental and a small table in the other set off by two chairs in a deep shade of mahogany.
“Do you like it?” I heard Julian’s voice in my ear and I closed my eyes for a few seconds to enjoy his
I had seen Julian in the sunlight plenty of times and if there was one thing I knew about vampires it was they couldn't go out in the sunshine nor have the suns rays touch their skin. So I was back to my original questions; what the hell was Julian and when would he trust me enough to tell me?
Coming out of my thoughts I realized Julian had been speaking to me, and it was about his family. Groaning to myself I shook my head and began to pay attention, his family was an important subject, especially if I was meeting them soon.
"Avalon isn't my real sister," Julian said, he looked at me strangely, as if he knew I had just come into the conversation.
"And both of us are our mother's adopted children." He squeezed my hand and I smiled at him, his strained face relaxed and I leaned over, breathing in the scent that was uniquely his. He tensed as I brushed my lips lightly across his neck. I felt his breath slowly exhale, and retreated not wanting to push either of our control.
"Will Avalon be there today?" I asked, settling back into my seat.
"Yes, but she's shy so don't expect much from her," I barely heard his answer since we were pulling into his driveway at the same time. Julian's house was in the foothills a bit, in the small community of Bangor.
The house was old; I could tell that just by looking at it. But not falling down crumbling old, nice and well kept old. It was two stories, covered in dark brown wood siding and a large off white porch. It reminded me of our old house before my mother had decided to Stepfordize us.
But what truly caught my attention was the row of Sterling roses that led from the driveway to the porch steps. Sterlings were my favorite rose, aside from the deep blood red ones that I grew. They had silvery purple blooms and were thornless.
“Oh Julian, the roses are lovely,” I told him as he opened my door and held out his hand.
I let him help me out of the truck and walked over to the first blooming plant and inhaled in their faint, yet perfect, scent. Julian just watched me with a tiny smile on his face; we stood in his yard for a few moments before I felt his hand touch the small of my back.
At his one brief touch my heart thudded louder, I watched as his eyes seemed to glow. Blushing I remembered he could hear every beat, every pause.
“Don’t be embarrassed, it’s endearing, if not a little worrying.” Julian kissed my forehead and slipped his hand into mine.
When we walked into his home the first thing I noticed was that it smelled like a flower garden and something spicy and almost coppery. His home was dark, a few lights were on, but their bulb wattage was rather low and there were dark curtains pulled over the windows.
Julian took my coat and draped it over the chair near the door as I looked around. A staircase wound its way up, disappearing into the dark, its wood banister gleaming as if just polished. As I stepped further into the room, all the furniture looked antique, and it was all beautiful. I passed a hand over the fabric of the couch, it was soft and the pattern looked like spun gold. There was a love seat in one corner that looked rather oriental and a small table in the other set off by two chairs in a deep shade of mahogany.
“Do you like it?” I heard Julian’s voice in my ear and I closed my eyes for a few seconds to enjoy his
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