THE INTRODUCTION

I am not your regular stalker or any type of stalker for that matter, but I have recently found myself in a bit of a sticky situation.

What started out as just a good old curious habit, stemming from a need to entertain myself has me spiraling out of control like I have some sort of compulsive disorder. Nothing more and no afterthoughts as to where this could go after I have made it to this point but I can only be hopeful.

My stalking habits weren’t supposed to turn into regular action, but I guess when you listen to what any crazy stalker had to say, you will get a sense of familiarity with all the explanations I have given to try to justify all of my recent behavior.

Over my many many years of existence, even while I was still mostly human, I have never felt anything like it before.

The first time I saw her was at the grocery store two blocks away from her home. Yes I know where she lives now, and this piece of information wasn’t graciously offered by Rose, neither was she the one who told me her name.

Halfway into following her each time I always find myself asking the question “why are you doing this?”

As always I never give myself any definite response. Nothing tangible enough to justify my decision to keep following, and nothing good enough to motivate me to turn my crazy self around and head home, or maybe to an extent the idea of going home seemed too confining to pick at that particular moment.

Like the proverbial moth to a flame, I follow her the very moment I see her. With no particular pattern to my movement, or any reason as to why I do the things I do. When she is around, all that seems to make sense of the situation is the fact that I am drawn to her. There was just something about this very girl that has made it almost impossible for me to not think of her on every passing day and every waking moment now.

The first time I saw her, she was putting on the craziest ripped jeans, the tightest orange tank top, and the slickest ponytail I had ever seen in my life. On any other human, I would have found the fashion choice a bit ridiculous, but on her, it seemed perfect.

She also had the shiniest brown skin one could ever liken to any human. It seemed like one of those glazed pottery sculptures that one just had to dust off a bit after leaving unattended for days, and the shine instantly comes back.

She had just walked past me smelling like a mixture of strawberries and something else, Maybe peppermint?

I still can’t quite place it.

She smiled at me as she reached over to the white refrigerator to pick up a bowl of chocolate ice cream while she held on to a bottle of vodka in her right hand. It was a sweet shy smile that she gave me, nothing to it really but that took the nonexistent breath away from my chest.

I had seen her earlier just as she walked into the store. She was nothing like an attention seeker, but the moment she walked into the store heads turned, and my humble self wasn’t an exception.

She seemed like the kind of girl who knew that she had a commanding presence, but she couldn’t careless or even gave the slightest hint that it got to her head. She looked like she was trying to blend into her surrounding but wasn’t having much luck because she was a creature was carved to perfection without the slightest bit of tint to her glow.

I have never for once seen any human trigger the faintest bit of feeling in me. Yet this very girl was doing a lot without even meaning to.

Without even doing a thing.

The ice cream and the vodka were the only two things she had come to pick up from the store that very evening, strange as the combination might be, I found it a source of intrigue.

I didn’t want to ask, for fear that I would come off as a nosy stranger but perhaps if I did ask that would have been all the prompt that I needed to start up a conversation with her, but I didn’t.

Instead, I chose to leave the store as fast as I could, that seemed like the most sensible thing to do in the face of the confusion I was silently battling.

First I wasn’t even supposed to be in the grocery store for any reason, I have never been in one since I was born many years ago as a little human baby.

For that day I was simply bored with my entire existence and decided to give myself a little tour if I am permitted to call it that.

Truth be told, I got something much more than I bargained for.

I stood and watched from somewhere outside the store as she chatted away with the lady at the counter.

On any other day, I would have been irritated by the fact that they were taking up time, but that day just wasn’t like any other day.

I was much more content watching one of the arguably most beautiful human I had ever set my eyes on and I loved the feeling.

It was new to me, and I was enjoying it regardless.

She was one of the most animated conversationalists too; the way her hands made gestures in the air was so graceful and energetic at the same time that it somehow absorbed me into her ball of happiness.

There I was standing in the streets, far away from my clan, trying to have the most normal day possible for the first time in over a century watching this little human lady and I was smiling.

Smiling ! this could be madness but I love it.

For the first day I followed her, I had no plans to follow her home. I let her walk away from the store after I lost the battle of trying to convince myself to walk up to her and start up a conversation.

I was not scared or anything of that sort, no that wasn’t the case. I knew that if I talked to her for the first time, there was no going back and I just had to make sure that I was ready to take full responsibility.

I have always heard the other vampires talk about finding a lifelong bond with another vampire and how amazing it was to have your world fixed into a person. That was how they described it, but I never really understood the logic behind the statement. I see vampires get bound together every day in the clan in a ceremony that is called “forever and a day feast” but for some reason, I have always felt having a lifelong bond was a luxury that I couldn’t afford.

It was something that I have longed to have, but over the last century, I have found my chances of having a “FAADF” getting slimmer as each day passes. I knew something wasn’t meant for everyone, so I wasn’t going to seat around moping and sulking about just how unfortunate I was, I had a lot of royal duties to attend to and I needed to stay as focused as I can.

So that day I let her walk out of the store, and I on the other hand went on with the rest of my night as if nothing happened. Well, the last part isn’t necessarily true, but I must assure you that I tried my best to get on with my life.