|Love's Last Bite
Author: Hanieya PM
Love's Last Bite: This time, Love really can, and will, Kill. My name is Elena Sky. The world was perfectly fine, until the day HE showed up. He's a man that seems to go out of his way to make me hate him, and yet he seems to be something more. Who is he?Rated: Fiction K - English - Fantasy/Romance - Chapters: 17 - Words: 54,298 - Reviews: 29 - Favs: 14 - Follows: 17 - Updated: 02-11-13 - Published: 12-03-11 - id: 7607158
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Chapter 1: Meeting the Hot New Guy
"Well, then, I guess this is it. There's no turning back now. I made my choice when I ran, and I guess that's the end. No one will come to find me; I'm on my own from now on. There's no one that cares enough to come find me after everything I did, and I don't want them to find me, so I guess it's all good. But, oh man! I wish he were here with me now! How could he do this? After everything! I don't know what to do!
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I woke up to the sun pouring on my face, "What the hell?" I yelled. I checked the clock next to my bed, "Damn it! It's 7:00am on Sunday! Dad! Let me go back to bed! Come on!" Yep, typical Elena behavior when you wake her up on her precious Sunday. Oh, did I not introduce myself? My name is Elena Sky, and I'm 15, and I'm about in the middle of 10th grade. I swear, it was the last day before I was heading back to high school, and my lovely father just decided to ruin my last day of freedom by making me wake up at 7:00 in the damn morning! I'm not religious or anything, so why is he doing this to me! A girl needs her beauty sleep, okay? That's not something you mess with.
Okay, fine, I sound like a freakish diva when I say that, but let's just say I'm not much of a morning person. Well, I haven't even told you much about myself except that I'm not a morning person, huh? Well, I have strawberry blonde hair, grayish green eyes, I'm one of those people my friend calls a stick-person, meaning I'm very, very thin, and I have hearing aids. Yeah, um, when I was younger and I was watching T.V, I kept turning the volume up higher and higher, and my parents found out I was a bit deaf, so, there we have it. I go to Windemere Secondary School, but I was originally supposed to go to Killarney, but, well, Windemere is an art school, and I love my art. I love to do gymnastics, and I have a best friend called Chloe. My old best friend, a girl called Winsey from my elementary school went to Killarney without me, and we still keep in touch, but we don't talk that much anymore. Well, um, I guess that's it; the rest really isn't worth talking about. Now, time to find out why I was disturbed from my sleep.
I tuned into what my dad was saying just as he said, "One of my friends is coming to stay with us, him and 18 year old son. His son was accepted into UBC, and they don't have a place to stay yet, so I said they could stay with us. I'm leaving to pick them up in about 5 hours, and I expect you to welcome them."
"What was the point of waking me up if you're going to go pick them up in 5 hours?" I groaned, falling back onto my bed.
"Because, you told me you were going out to lunch with you're friends for lunch at 11, and not coming home until about 3-o-clock. Better tell you now than to forget to tell you later," he replied, stepping out of the room after he finished.
Damn, if I had known there were people coming, I would have scheduled to go to a friend's place for the night instead of having to face the new people. It's not that I'm mean or anything and I don't like meeting new people, it's just that since they're the reason I'm not getting enough sleep, they're already on my not-so-good side. Hmm…18 year old son, huh? He might be hot; this might not be such a bad thing after all…
I got out of bed and put on a sweater and sweats. I brushed my teeth, washed my face, did my hair, the usual routine. I went downstairs, yawning. I bid my mom and grandpa good morning as I sat down in my seat and ate the chocolate-chip pancakes my dad had made, probably to calm me down. I appreciated it, but maybe he should have known I didn't need it. The moment I heard '18-year-old son', I was intrigued. Hmm, maybe I should wait and meet them here…But nah, I needed to go do some pre-school shopping; maybe some new clothes and a pair of shoes.
I played on my Wii before heading out to meet my friends at Metrotown. We talked for a while, gossiped, did what girls did best. At 2-o-clock or so, Chloe nudged me, "Hey, that dude over there is staring at you."
I glanced at the guy she was pointing at, and my heart did a flip; it was the golden boy of Windemere, Daniel Centanio. He was not only freakishly hot, but also smart, funny, athletic, any girl's dream guy. He had blonde hair, blue eyes, and all the girls in my grade and his own swooned over him, and no questions why. I'm telling you; that dude should wear a sign on him saying 'Look out! I'm smoking hot!' If Winsey could hear me now, she'd probably laugh. Huh, this is so stereotypical; the golden boy always has blond hair blue eyes and is hot. Does that mean I'm gonna meet the mysterious stranger at home?
I didn't do anything; I just stared back at him, dumbfounded. He had the pick of any girl in the school, so why was he looking at me? We just gazed at each other, until he gave me a small wave and smile before turning back to his own group of friends. I just stared at his back, at a complete lost for words. Finally, when speech seemed to be in my grasp again, I choked out, "What. The. Hell."
"Oh my gosh!" Chloe squealed, "That was Daniel!" And he was totally checking you out! I'm so jealous! I bet he's going to ask you out soon!" Yeah, did I mention that Chloe is very explosive?
"Why would he look at me?" I wondered, inspecting my clothes. I was wearing the same things I usually did when I was cold, and he never spared me a glance before, so why now? I shook it from my head; "There was probably nothing special to it; it'll be back to normal tomorrow. It's not that I didn't want to date him, but the chance was too unlikely, too shocking, too perfect."
About two hours later, an hour later than I said I would be home, I sighed, "I need to go home; I've got some guests to greet." Don't get me wrong, I didn't usually stay out longer than I said I would, but I just wanted to make the guy wait for me, just to tease him. Maybe it was the wrong thing to do, but I wanted to have some fun. It was fun watching Chloe fall for my acting when I tried to make it sound like the guests were some people from my family, and not a guy I had spent almost all day thinking about and trying to picture. Hmm… A hot guy, with tanned skin, six pack, ocean-blue eyes, dark hair, guitar, motorcycle, funny, athletic, smart, lean muscles. Oh good Lord, my mouth was watering just thinking about it; it was a wonder Chloe didn't make me spit out all the details already, but she wasn't paying much attention.
"It's okay," she said, glancing at her watch, "I have to get home anyways. I have some homework from science that I forgot to do. I'll call you later, kay?"
"Sure, I'll see you tomorrow."
We went our separate ways from there, her lost in her dread of homework, me lost in my fantasy of the hot guy I would meet soon. Let's just hope he didn't disappoint me, because trust me, I would be very, very pissed off if I got in trouble for a nerdy guy that would spend all day talking about whatever it is that nerds talk about. Boy, was I in for a surprise or what?
"I'm home!" I called, taking off my jacket.
"You're late!" my mom replied.
What was up with them? They were never this touchy when I was late. Besides, it was only 4; they were never this annoyed when it was still early. I walked into the kitchen, from whence I heard voices. My mouth practically dropped open in shock. There, standing at the stove wearing an apron, tight, black tee shirt and jeans, was the hottest guy I had ever laid eyes. He wasn't exactly my type of guy, but he was still extremely hot! Come to think of it, this was more of Winsey's type of guy, tall and mysterious.
This dude was insane. Wanna know what I'm talking about? Simple; I'll describe him for you. Prepare to start drooling. This dude had dark brown, about mid-chin, artistically messy hair, and I saw the most piercing green eyes I had ever seen when he glanced up at me. I'm talking forest green, like, evergreen-trees green. It was the hottest color I had ever seen. Now, this guy also had golden skin, as if he had been in the sun for hours doing drool-worthy things. His arms were lean with muscles that would probably be rock hard if I touched them. I had a sneaky suspicion that he had an eight pack under there. Crap, that sounds so wrong.
That wasn't it though, as my parents started to tell me as I sat down at the table, still staring at the guy. I learned in a few short minutes-all of which I spent staring at him as he cooked- that his name was Arsenio, which meant manly in Latin, where the name was taken from. Let me tell you, the name suited him extremely well. He had been accepted for sciences at UBC, and he planned to become a doctor to help the sick in Africa, he played guitar, and could sing too, he used to play basketball and hockey at his old school in Madrid, and he had graduated high school with a perfect 4.0 GPA as top of his class and valedictorian. My parents also let slip that he rode a motorcycle, so I could ask him for rides instead of them all the time. They didn't have to tell me; the minute I heard motorcycle, I was already planning to beg for one.
After my parents finished, they introduced me to their friend, a doctor looking kind of guy; very intelligent, but also very nice. His name was what, Dr. Rivera. Huh, Rivera, kind of like Riviera in France. I guess that makes it Arsenio Rivera? Not bad, not bad at all. I was so frickin' obsessed with the guy, and I'd only known he existed for a few minutes. I really need to find something to distract myself with… After shaking hands with Dr. Rivera, my parents nudged me, indicating that I should introduce myself.
By then, the hot Spanish had finished whatever he had been making and put it in the oven to bake, and sat at the table, helping himself to some water. He kept his eyes on me, waiting for my answer. His gaze was so piercing I thought I would die. Turning a deep shade of red, I ducked my head and said, "I'm Elena Sky; nice to meet you." It was uncharacteristic for me to be so shy, but, well, if you had a really hot Spanish in the room staring at you, you would be too.
"We have some catching up to do," my dad said, "Why don't you kids go watch a movie or something in the living room?"
Both of us shrugged and stood, going to the living room, "We have a Wii," I said, "You want to go on it?"
He glanced at me, "You're an interesting girl," he said finally after staring at me for a few moments, and walked in to the living room. I had no clue what he meant, but his voice had absolutely killed me, and I mean killed in a good way. Killed in a I-can-die-happy-now kind of way. I'm serious, his voice was that amazing; it was like he had taken a bit of silk and slid it over my skin. I shivered and followed him, to find him starting up our Wii.
He smiled, "What do you want to play?"
"You can pick."
"How do you feel about volleyball?"
I grinned, "You have no idea what you're about to face." If there was one sport, a real sport, that I was good at, it was volleyball. This dude, no matter how hot, was about to get smashed to the ground.
Ten minutes later, I was proven wrong; he had beaten me almost every game, except one when he was distracted by his dad calling his name. Yeah, I was feeling pretty stupid now, and I was also pretty tired. "You are really good," I said a while later, "Did you play volleyball in Madrid too?"
He shrugged, "No, that was my first time." At my stare, he laughed and said, "Yo, calm down, I was just kidding. Yeah, I played volleyball too, mind if I give you some pointers so you put up more of a challenge next time?" Great, a hot Spanish dude with an amazing sense of attitude too; this dude was seriously any chick's dream guy.
I shrugged too, pretending he hadn't just busted my pride like crap, "No, I think
I'm good." I would have come up with a better response, but at that moment, staring in his eyes, I didn't have a clue what to say. My breathing hitched up as he moved closer to me, and I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. He dashed every thought from my mind as he gazed into my eyes, just staring at me. I lost myself in his eyes, those wonderful, beautiful eyes. He stared at my lips; he wanted to kiss me, and good Lord, I wanted to kiss him too. He moved closer, reaching out an arm to pull me closer. He looked in my eyes, as if asking for permission. "Oh man, do it!" I begged.
He moved sharply away from me, crying out in fright. He moved all the way to the other side of the room, avoiding my eyes. We were both panting heavily. My pant was more of desire and outrage that he hadn't kissed me, and his was more of fright I think. He was mumbling words I couldn't understand to himself. I was taking Spanish, yes, but he was speaking amazingly fast and quietly. I caught bits of it, and what I heard meant "Oh my God, oh my God." That was all I could understand.
After a minute, he regained his posture, and was back to his easy-going, confident self. I'd learned during our volleyball game that he was a kind person by nature, but he was also arrogant because of all the good he did. "What was that about?" I asked when I had gotten my breath back, "You wanted to kiss me."
He shrugged easily, as if it had been nothing special, "I did," he admitted casually, "But I didn't know if you had a boyfriend or not, so I pulled away. After all, a girl as beautiful as you must have somebody."
My breath caught when he had called me beautiful, and I blushed such a deep shade of red, I was surprised I didn't explode. "I don't have one," I said, "So kiss me." Wow, I was being bold today.
He took a deep breath as I watched him intently, "Would you like to go out with me?" he asked.
My mouth fell open, though I'm not quite sure why; his request was perfectly reasonable and understandable. So why was I so shocked? Wait, stupid question, it's because a freakishly hot guy just asked me out. Duh! I nodded, not trusting my mouth to speak.
He nodded, though it looked somewhat grim. After that, our parents called us in for dinner. We walked into the kitchen together, him holding the door open for me like a gentleman. We had dinner, pretended nothing had happened, and then after dinner, he just…changed.
I don't mean changed as in he changed out of his clothes for different ones, but I mean his behavior changed. Dramatically. One moment, I was sitting in my room all happy and daydreaming about where he would take me, and the next, he came bounding in my room and started gushing about how we would go to the movies with matching sweaters. I stared at him, dumbfounded, as he bounced around the room, squealing about how much fun it would be, and what we would do, and what we would where, and damn it, it is freaky seeing a guy act like that! "Did you hit your head on something after dinner while I was in here?" I asked finally when he paused to take a breath.
"Why would you think that?" he asked. Tears brimmed his eyes, and he looked like a sad little puppy that was about to cry. Trust me, seeing that on a guy is the weirdest thing ever.
"What happened to you?" I asked, turning away from the look on his face. Normally, I would have laughed if a guy had done that, but this guy had asked me out; if he acted like that in public…I can't even think of what's going to happen. "A while ago you were so manly and so arrogant. Now you're…you're acting like a girl!"
Tears fell from his eyes and he started sobbing his eyes out, "I knew you wouldn't like me for me!" he cried, hands over his eyes, "I knew I shouldn't have shown you that side first! I thought you would like me if I put on a cool front first! I was so stupid!" He grabbed me and shoved his face up to mine, "This is what I'm really like!" he cried, "You hate me now, don't you? Don't say it! Don't say that you hate me!"
He was acting like such a kid; either he was a very, very good actor, or this was for real. "Is this some kind of joke?" I whispered, backing slowly away from him.
He gave one wail and fled the room. I fell on my bed, at a lost of what to say and do. "Okay," I thought, "I'll just go take a shower and sleep, and the next morning, it'll be as if this day never happened." I did exactly that and went to sleep, praying that either he was messing with me, or that I had never met him. Guess which one happened?
That's right, neither of them did. The next morning, I found him cooking in the kitchen, "Morning," I said, yawning. Okay, one wish didn't work; let's hope the other did.
He didn't answer me, just looked at me with tear-stained eyes. "Good Lord," I whispered, "It wasn't a dream."
Then he spoke, "Um, not to pressure you or anything, but do you still want to catch a movie?" he asked shyly. It is freaky seeing a hot guy act this humble, I'll give you that much.
I sighed, "Don't judge people from the start; get to know them, then decide if they're good or not." "Ok, let's do it," I said, nodding. I'm probably gonna regret this…