|Someone Like You
Author: Mercury-Serenity PM
Spinoff of Falling for Brady- Jevian thought that love would never come for him. He went to La Push, hoping to die at the hand of the Quileute werewolf. Years passed and he finally found what he was looking for, someone to love.Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Friendship - Chapters: 23 - Words: 68,976 - Reviews: 121 - Favs: 24 - Follows: 17 - Updated: 05-17-10 - Published: 11-27-09 - Status: Complete - id: 5540804
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Someone Like You
AN: This is just a spin-off of Falling for Brady. It's the story of Jevian and Savannah. It's going to be short, but it will please some of those that messaged me about wanting to know how they fall in love. I dedicate this story to Laurita and Me!
Before I Met You
Preface: Jevian's Story
Every day I question my existence. I have lived a lot of years, hiding what I am from people. I am just one third human, but I love the bit of humanity that is in me. I am a hybrid. There are no names for what I am. My father is a vampire and my mother is a damphir, half human and half vampire. They fell in love. After decades of living in the world as they pleased, they settled down. They had my brother Martin and after a few decades of pampering their only son; I was born.
I became my mother's love and adoration. She doted on me and made sure that I lived a "normal" life. The year of my birth, she rekindled her friendship with the clan of vampires that taught her not to drink human blood. They took me in and educated me in the arts of fighting, mathematics, science and astronomy. My mother made it her duty to educate me in art and languages. She taught me of her love for human cultures and I became a philanthropist at heart. I loved the philosophy by which she lived: freedom to love and be accepted! She loved to see the world from behind a camera; she taught me her passion for film and for classic arts. When I turned seventeen years old, I left my home. I could no longer be where my brother was. He'd fallen in love with a beautiful woman. He brought her home to live with us one night, after she was wounded by her brother and left for dead. He turned her into one of us, well, not us, but something like us. She was truly a vampire; we were only a hybrid form of vampires. Her long black hair fell to the middle of her back and her red eyes were my perdition. I fell in love with her, despite the fact that she fed off humans. I dreamed of her at night and I loved her with every fiber of my being, but she would never be mine. Her soul belonged to Martin, my brother.
One afternoon, after watching my family hunt for their source of energy and food, I came to the conclusion that I could no longer be in the same place that Maybell Reynolds was. She knew that I loved her, but she never acted on it. She ignored the fact that I adored her and treat me like her brother in law. My brother didn't know why I would speak to him with disdain or sneer at his comments. I was jealous of him. He had what I always wanted and needed, Maybell's love.
The night that I left, I vowed to my father, that I would make my life amongst the humans. I reveled at the idea of meeting different people. I wanted to know their ideas and I wanted to learn from them. I wanted to meet a person that would become my better half, but it never came. I got tired of living alone and wandering through life without someone to share my dreams. Through Maybell's story of how she almost died at the hands of her younger brother, when he transformed into a wolf; I learned of the Quileute werewolves. I knew where they lived and I made the decision to end my life, by entering their territory. I wasn't afraid. I was prepared to meet my creator, if the Lord all Mighty, was truly my creator.
My plan of dying was never fulfilled. I met her and I swear that it was love at first sight. I fell in love with the deep brown of her eyes and the smoothness of her skin. I was mesmerized with this being. She was silently singing to me; beckoning me to her. I was in need of her, without understanding why. I examined her, as I stood behind a tree. Through the distance I could see that she was collecting seashells and every now and then, she would select a few blue pebbles and place them in her front jeans' pocket.
"Gorgeous!" she mutter, with such sadness that hid behind her word, that my heart broke. I wanted to call for her, to know her and the only way that would happen was if I acted on it first.
"Hey!" I called, when she had passed beside the tree I was leaning against.
She turned around and looked the opposite direction of where I stood. "Great! Now I am hearing voices!" she shrugged annoyed, and continued to collect seashells and pebbles.
I ran to her, at vampire speed, and sat on the sand, staring at her direction. "Hey!" I shouted.
She looked back at me and then around the beach and sighed. "Hi." she said, waving clumsily at me. "Where did you come from?" she asked quizzically.
Beautiful girls like her, shouldn't be alone without someone to protect them. The wind was slowly picking up, carrying her soft human scent. She smelled like lavender, gardenias and sea water. It was empowering and I urgently desired her.
"What are you doing alone in a place like this?" I asked, tucking lose strands of my hair behind my ear.
"Where did you come from?" she demanded a little frightened.
"What are you doing alone in a place like this?" I asked again, lifting my face to stare at her.
The scent of her blood hit me like a ton of bricks and I felt my eyes change color. I knew that my eyes were red. I have been hungry prior to coming to the beach. Whenever I felt hungry, lustful or angry, my eyes would become red due to the blood that ran through my veins. I didn't drink human blood, but that didn't stop my body from reacting to the smell. It was different for damphir; they could inherit the eye colors of their parents' and they would never change to red when they thirst for blood... I tried to move my head in a way that the hair fell over my eyes, hiding my shameful origin.
"Um," she said, looking around the perimeter. "I just wanted to go for a walk."
"Funny, I wanted to walk down the beach too." I chuckled, as I grabbed a handful of sand and slowly let it slip out of my clenched fists.
"Why are you here?" she asked him.
"I came to see the beach!" I grinned at her. I really wanted to die, but you lovely girl, you have made me think my decision twice. "What's your name?" I asked and wiping my hands clean, against my dark trousers.
"I don't talk to strangers." she said curtly. "But if you want to know, it's the same name my mother gave me… and yours?" she asked impolitely.
"That's funny." I chortled, lifting my face to look at her. "My name is Jevian."
"Jevian? Isn't that like a Hispanic name?" she asked intrigued. She walked towards me and gazed down at me.
I nodded and smiled. "I was born in El Salvador. Thus, that makes me a Salvadorian. But enough about me, is that a hint of a Hispanic accent that I can detect in you? Where are you from?"
"Um, here and there," she answered, as she sat beside me.
"Why are you making small talk with me?" she asked.
"What do you mean?" I asked intrigued.
"Dunno," she shrugged. "Why are you talking to me? Do you usually play with your meals?" she blurted out.
"What do you mean, strange girl?" I said curiously. "I don't play with my food! It's impolite!"
"Well," she paused, gulping hard. "Your eyes- you see, your, um… your eyes are red. Why?"
"I have conjunctivitis." I lied; it was the first conversation I had with someone that resembled my age and I didn't want to blurt out what I was. I glanced at her and smiled widely. I could hear her heart beating fast. So, she knew what I was… to be correct, what I descended from. "You should stay away. I might be very contagious." I said teasingly.
I would never harm her; she was an intriguing young girl. Beautiful and her eyes were mesmerizing me. I felt the urge to cup her face and kiss her. She had the same spark that Maybell has in her eyes. I was falling for someone else that wasn't Maybell. Her spirit was calling for me and I didn't know how to respond.
"Yeah," she mumbled and stood up. "I should get far away from you. But you have something that attracts me to you." she said honestly, catching my attention.
"You should." I said, my smile died on my lips. "You should leave. I have never been…" I trailed off, raking my hand through my long locks. "I should go, right? I want to know you more."
"You and I can't be friends. You're not safe here, Jevian." she said sadly.
"Why do you say that?" I asked intrigued, my forehead creasing with disappointment.
"You are in danger." she said hesitantly. "I don't know why I am telling you this, but you have to leave. Please, go!"
"Are you kicking me out of the beach, strange girl?" I asked amused, giving her a scrutinizing stare. "It's not like it's your property."
"I am not kicking you out! Ugh! Your kind is not welcome here. There are things, powerful beings that can easily kill your kind."
"Why are you telling me this?" I asked, I swept a few strands of hair that the wind blew across my face. "Do you care what happens to me?"
"I don't know." she said confused. "I know that you didn't hurt me. You might be different from the rest of your kind. I have met a few, but…"
"I wouldn't hurt you." I said honestly. I would never harm her. She was too precious; I still didn't understand why I needed her close to me. Why did I felt this sudden attraction to her?
"You wouldn't? Why is that?" she asked with fascination.
"I don't know! I guess that you intrigue me." I shrugged.
"How so?" she asked nervously, as she looked around the beach.
"I don't know! I am drawn to you." I said shyly. "You are cute, strange-girl."
"Why? Is it the smell of my blood?" she asked, as she sniffed at her clothes. I laughed, because she was just too adorable to resist.
I shook my head and stare at her. "You really are a strange girl."
"Look, Jevian, you have to go. Vampires are not allowed in La Push. If those mystical beings smell your scent, they will destroy you. You have to stay away from here." she said aggravated.
"You… know what I am… and you aren't afraid of me?" I asked confused, a devious smile on my lips. Maybe life wasn't as bland and insipid as I thought it was. "Like I said, you intrigue me very much."
Could she be feeling the same connection as me? I wanted to ask her, but I couldn't. She was afraid of me; that was the only reason she stayed beside me. I intrigued her and that was all that she felt for me.
"So, I intrigue you now, but as soon as you grow tire of me; I will become your dinner, right?" she said.
"I am not a cannibal!" I said appalled.
"You might as well be one… you drink… you drink human blood." she muttered, as she continued to look around the perimeter nervously. I took a step closer to her, she shuddered by the proximity of my cold body next to hers. I was cold, that was part of having vampire genes in me. The only human in me was my beating heart, and the fact that I slept at least three hours at night to feel completely rested and dreamed.
"I see-" I paused, needing to fulfill the urge to touch her face. "If I wanted to kill you, I would have done so earlier. But like I told you, I am intrigued by you."
"So, I am safe with you?" she said, gnawing at her lower lip.
I shrugged and gently caressed her face. "Pretty much!"
"Pretty much, Jevian?" she said hopeful.
"Yes, you are safe with me." I smiled, lowering my face to hers. My eyes were fixed on her lips and I wanted so badly to taste her lips.
"Jevian," she whispered sadly, as she veered her head to the side and sighed deeply. "You should leave La Push."
"Why?" I asked, bringing my lips closer to hers. "I just want to…"
"You gotta go, Jevian." she said desperately. "For your safety, leave and don't ever come back to La Push! Don't you know about them?"
I sighed. Of course I knew about them. For centuries, those vampires that had venture through these parts of the United States of America knew about the dangers that the Quileute werewolves impose on them. They knew and I knew! I came her hoping that one of those werewolves would terminate my miserable life. I wanted to die, but after meeting this fun, beautiful and intriguing girl, I didn't want to die. I wanted to know her and love her.
"No, I don't know about them." I lied.
"They are around and they protect La Push from leech-, from people like you. I mean from vampires." she hissed furiously. I could hear her heart beating faster, and the beautiful blush that decorated her cheeks, made me smile.
"You look lovely when you blush, strange girl. You are very pretty!" I chuckled, running my hand through her hair.
"Great!" she gasped, yanking her hair away from my hand. "You are gonna eat me now, aren't ya?!"
I patted her head and chortled loudly. "No!" he said pleased.
She sighed and continued to look around the beach nervously. "OK!" she said relieved. "I'm safe with you, aren't I?"
I nodded, kissing the softness of her forehead and inhaling her glorious scent. My mood had changed and my eyes were probably changing to their natural color. She stared at me and gasped softly, as she stared into my eyes.
"Your eyes! They are…" she trailed off, an expression of confusion on her face, as she continue to gaze at me. "What happened to your eyes?"
I stared at her, my lips pursed tightly together in a thin line. A gust of wind blew our way and I tensed up. It carried the scent of the werewolves of La Push. I had a change of heart and a change of mind. I didn't want to die, at least, not today.
"I should go now." I said, placing my hands in my pockets. "I don't want to die at the hand of the Children of the Moon."
"Children of the Moon?! Don't change the subject! I want to know why your eyes changed from crimson to brown so suddenly."
I hesitated, but took her hand in mine and began to trudge down the shoreline, until we reached the parking lot. "Where are you taking me? I thought I was safe with you!" she hissed, trying to pry her hand free from mine.
"You are, strange-girl." I said, when we stopped in front of my dark blue SUV. "I won't hurt you! I am not a vampire. Well, I am on my father's side and also my mother's side…" I paused, leaning against my vehicle.
"I don't get it! Your dad was a vampire and so was your mother? I thought that female vampires couldn't have…" she trailed off confused.
WOW! So she knew enough about vampires. How? I don't know, but she continued to increase my interest in her.
"My head is hurting, girl!" I laughed. "OK, my mother is half human and half vampire. My father is a vampire. Get it?"
She nodded, her face still held an expression of confusion. "Are you venomous?"
"I-" I began, but a loud howl pierced through the air. I knew that they were near. I needed to get away, but I wanted to take her with me.
"You should go, Jevian." she said pleadingly. She turned around and began to walk away from me, leaving me empty and despondent.
"Will I see you again?" I shouted. I needed to see her. She spun around and stared at me. She was nervous, as she stood there. She shrugged and with that, all my hopes of seeing her died.
"What for?" she shouted back. I got in my car and turned on the ignition. She didn't want to see me. I couldn't bring myself to leave this place. I needed to see her once again, desperately!
"You are my friend, aren't ya?" I asked cockily, driving the SUV closer to where she stood.
She sighed and shook her head. "No!" she yelled, as she ran away from me. "I'll stay clear from you." she cried low, but I was able to hear her. My heart was broken by her words.
I placed the car in park, turned the ignition off and got out of the car, closing the door with a loud thud. I used my vampire ability to run fast, and before she had a chance to blink, I stood in front of her. She looked afraid, but at the same time, she had an excited expression on her face.
"I won't hurt you!" I promised, placing my hands on her waist, bringing her closer to me. She stood there, without moving, but her eyes staring at me. I brought my lips to hers, tasting the delicacy of her soul. Her lips were soft and easily molded to mine. "I won't hurt you. I swear." I whispered against her lips.
I couldn't get enough of her mouth. She possessed the lips that fitted perfectly with mine. She gently wrapped her arms around my neck, bringing me closer to her.
"Still, I don't trust you." she said softly, as she pulled away from our kiss. "Don't do it again, please." I kissed her again, this time she shoved me away from her.
"Strange girl, meet me tomorrow, please." I said pleadingly. She continued to stare at my eyes and her own eyes were getting moist with unshed tears.
"Where?" she said.
"I don't know… please, meet with me tomorrow." I said, unable to contain the desperation on my voice. I could see the shadows moving through the trees. The werewolf was close and I didn't want to die, not yet… I still needed to fight for love. I was falling for her, slowly and steadily.
"Um, I don't know…" she trailed off nervously, when she heard a loud howl.
"Please, I want to know you better. Give me a chance to prove to you that I am not a monster." I begged, taking her small, warm hand in mine.
"So, you can eat me?" she snapped.
"Meet me at Robin's Nest." I said, feeling the coldness that releasing her precious hand left on my skin. I slowly ambled to my vehicle. "It's a restaurant in Forks. Meet me there tomorrow at noon, please."
"I won't!" she whispered, lifting her hand to her lips, as she probably recalled our previous kiss.
"I'll be expecting you!" he said and smiled tenderly at her, placing my car into drive and driving down the dirt covered parking lot of the beach.
She never came to meet me the following day. I waited for her, until the place closed. I felt dead and in a way, I was dead. I had lost the battle of love once again. I met her again, a few months later. She was being observed by a vampire that wanted to kill her. I ran to her rescue and discovered that her boyfriend broke up with her, because of our kiss. I felt horrible for damaging her life… she cried and suffer because of me. I gave up on my fight to have her. My only desire was to make her happy. She would never be mine. She was destined to be with someone else. I was happy with being around her. She was a charming young girl and I loved her dearly. We became best friends, and I accepted it with honor. I would rather be next to her, as a friend, than be without her. Not everyone is a winner in the game of love!
I watched her live her life, her marriage and as she aged gracefully and lovingly. I saw her crying when she lost her first child. I hugged her, but she wanted her soul mate's arms to console her, not mine. I was second in her life. I didn't mind, because I knew, I silently knew that there was someone waiting out there for me. I would live and eternity waiting for someone to love me with the same intensity she loved Brady.
And that was the beginning of my amazing friendship with Leslie Alexandra. She was the person that gave me hope and taught me to fight for happiness. Through her, I saw the world brighter and more vibrant. I watched from the sidelines, as she lived her life, as she grew into a beautiful woman and took on the role of sister, wife, mother and confidant to her husband and children. I saw everything that made her happy, but in my need to be near her, I didn't see your love for me. But with all honesty, if it wasn't for her, I would not have met you, the love of my life… Yes, it took almost seventeen years to find you, Savannah, but I did… and this is the story of how I, Jevian Gustavo Jose Claramount, met such a magnificent and breathtaking person, that has loved me even when I considered myself impossible to love.