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subject. I knew I had to fight it. “Guys like him weren’t to be trusted,” I told myself as my thoughts dwindled to Jacques and Louisa. I sat down away from him trying to ignore the feeling that came over me. Sipping my coffee I tried not to look at him. He turned around and walked over to me.
     
    “I found out my sister was alive today” I blurted out.
     
    “Your sister? You have a sister?””
     
    “We lost contact a long time ago.”
     
    He nodded and listened to my story as I told him about my time at Miss Madison’s school and how Louisa had met Jacques. It was the first time I could confide in someone my own age about what had happened and it felt like a great burden had been taken off of my shoulders and as if I saw Louisa’s desertion in another perspective. I decided then and there that if she missed me and loved me enough, that she would come looking for me.
     
    He looked at me and touched my face.  I could smell his cologne.  He got so close that I could hardly control myself. I wanted to touch him back, but I controlled myself.
     
    “I’ve never felt this way about anyone Fleur. It’s just something about you, you are mesmerizing. I can’t keep away from you.”
     
    “Don’t be ridiculous, I don’t think this is appro…”
     
    He interrupted me and drew me near and for the first time in my life I was kissed. His kiss was deep and personal and then it changed and became playful as he nibbled on my bottom lip and then I pulled away.
     
    “We can’t do this…I’m sorry.” I tried to ignore his eyes.
     
    “Yea I know, I don’t know what came over me .When I asked to see you tonight, this was the last thing I had planned to happen. The truth is I’m a vampire catcher Fleur. My life is complicated. I feel a lot for you, but we can’t do this now,  your right.”
     
     “A what?” I blurted out confused.
     
    “I catch vampires, that’s what I do. I won’t be able to live with myself if something happened to you.”
     
    “So are you telling me that that guy Zach who tried to attack me was a vampire?” I shook my head in unbelief. “Is this your idea of a sick joke?” I asked.
     
    “I wish it was.”
     
    I could see he was trying not to pull me closer and for a moment he gave in and then he pulled me into his arms, hugged me and then he walked to the door.
     
    “Are you leaving? Don’t go!  I need some answers!” I said stubbornly. I called out as I ran after him trying to stop him.
     
    He jumped onto his bike and gave me an apologetic look and then he was gone. I felt somehow betrayed, but I kept it inside. I couldn’t understand it I hardly knew him and yet I felt so strongly about him. It felt like a part of me had been ripped apart when he got on that bike. As I stood there watching him a strange nostalgia came over me. I had been there before.
     
    Somehow, someway I had lived this life before.
     
    I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone
     
    But though you're still with me, I've been alone all along.
     
    Evanescence  

Chapter 7
     
    Chance encounter
     

     
    There was something sinister and different about him. It wasn't just the way he tried to avoid me after that day it was something else and it bugged me tremendously. I started keeping a journal.
     
    Day 1
     
    He never showed.
     
     
     
    Day 2
     
    The day passed uneventful.
     
    He didn’t show …again…
     

     
    Day 3
     
    I miss him …is that weird?
     
     
     
    Day 4
     
    Will I ever see him again? Why did he kiss me and then disappear? Maybe its because I sucked at kissing…
     
     
     
    Day 5
     
    Should I ask Martha why Oscar doesn’t like Daniel?  No, that would just complicate things.
     
    Why would Louisa forget about me and say that I am dead? I need to stop overanalyzing things!
     
     
     
    Day 6
     
    Oscar asked me if I was feeling sick. I suppose I have been a bit withdrawn, but who can blame me?
     
     
     
     And then a month had passed.
     
    I lay awake at

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