Love Bites

LOVE BITES Chapter 33 : The Mortal and Immortal Side of the Heart

A/N: Evangeline Polair above ^^

Chapter 33 : The Mortal and Immortal Sides of the Heart

The microwave beeped, sounding that my delicious meal within the oven was piping hot and ready to serve.

Almost drooling, I pulled out the bowl of creamy carbonara that I'd made a few days ago and was eating as leftovers tonight.

"Are you positive you don't want some?" I asked Alastair, licking my thumb clean as it slipped into the sauce. Crossing the kitchen quickly, I settled the hot bowel on the counter.

"No," was all he supplied me with, his tone stiff but still caressing a wave of gentleness about it.

I gave him a sad smile as I stared at the back of his head and the dark locks that fell past his ears and to his collar. He leant on the opposite side of the counter, arms crossed over his chest and facing ahead, giving me the view of his long back and the white shirt stretched across his lean muscles. He stared into the living room. It was shadowed by nightfall, only the chandelier in the kitchen on and illuminating the counter tops.

Alastair had been like that for hours, trapped in the confinement of his thoughts, looking but not really seeing any of what was around him. He'd become more reserved since Evangeline and Draven's unexpected visit, but that wasn't the only thing that'd changed. He looked sterner and more on edge than what his normally equable temperament would suggest. Passersby probably wouldn't think twice about it. I, however, could sense even the littlest alterations in him without even trying. And right then it was blindingly obvious that he wasn't all there in one place.

Pulling out a stool, I plonked down at the end of the counter and ate in total silence. It wasn't uncomfortable or awkward, it was simply... quiet.

We could hear the house move around us, things in the walls creaking, the howl of the wind and fall of snow outside. The only warm thing was the carbonara I'd made. Which I was enjoying all on my own.

I sighed. "Alastair..."

"Perhaps we should move," he mumbled, loud enough for me to hear and drop my fork in shock.

The words I were about to say ran dry on my tongue. "What? No."

He turned over his shoulder to meet my gaze. "We should consider it."

With my brows furrowed I asked, "Why?"

Money wasn't what I was worried about. It'd never been an issue, not with the will Mother and Father left behind with their passing. They were undoubtedly wealthy in their time, and I guess now I understood why. They were immortal and in a way, I considered it cheating.

Alastair and I never flaunted their riches but we were never given the shorter end of the stick either. Still, money or not, the idea of leaving this town seemed pointless and a waste of the precious time we had. That was the real issue. Relocating just wasn't worth it.

"Why?" I repeated.

"You just met Evangeline," Alastair pointed out. "Do you need me to explain any further?"

I picked up my fork again, slowly tugging the pasta off with my teeth and letting the creamy sauce melt on my tongue. "Your Mother..." I began, "she's very... eccentric? And she looks..."