response odd. »Well, it doesn’t have to be sealed in blood – just a simple relationship would due, wouldn’t it? I guess that means you aren’t taken then?«
Sara turned around and looked out the window. She couldn’t really see the darkness outside though, only her own reflection in the glass. »Philippe, it’s impossible. I know there is someone out there, even if I don’t know his name yet. I’m going back to Seattle tomorrow. I have to get back home.«
She heard him put his cup down on the table and stand up from the sofa. »Please, go now« . She tried to remove him with her thoughts, to just leave her alone, but she felt him come up behind her without moving to touch her. For a moment he said nothing at all, but only looked at her reflection in the window, as if it were a mirror to her soul.
»Maybe I’m the one you’re looking for. Can’t I try to convince you to stay in Paris? With me?« He gently stroked her arm, which she had tightly wrapped around herself.
»Please, Sara, don’t go. I can feel something between us – something I can’t really put into words. It’s there. You must be able to feel it too!« Sara slowly turned around to face him.
»No Philippe, it’s not possible, believe me. Things are not as they seem. I have to go back.« She tried to squeeze by him, but he held onto her hands.
»That’s not true.« He pulled her closer to him and pressed his lips against hers, trying to convince her.
»You belong to me. I felt that the first moment we met,« he said breathing heavily and pulling her closer to him.
Sara’s sensuality made his entire body come alive. He kissed her even harder, edging his tongue deeper and exploring her enchanting raspberry lips. His hands moved down her body and unintentionally brushed against her breasts. Sara took a deep breath and he took this as a signal to continue. He let his tongue travel down her delicate neck to her collarbone and bit playfully into her tender skin.
»You are everything I’ve ever dreamed of,« he murmured faintly, pulling her closer, his body pressed hard against hers.
Sara stood there transfixed, as if in a trance and let herself give in to Philippe, as if her body no longer belonged to her. But as his hands and his body pushed closer to hers, she shook her head. »No, Philippe, please ... I can’t!« she exclaimed pressing her teeth together. »Let me go. It doesn’t make any sense.«
Philippe registered Sara’s words as if they were coming at him through heavy fog.
»Philippe, this isn’t what I want.« A loud hiss of protest emerged from her throat and with a strong shove, she freed herself from his grip. Philippe fell backwards onto the sofa, bewildered by the power coming out of this petite woman. He looked her in the eyes, which were no longer green, but radiating silver. They were glowing like jewels on fire, her mouth contorted, and two large fangs were visible between her lips. They had appeared only for a second, but he had seen them, he was almost certain.
»Sara! What’s wrong with you?« »Nothing! Go now, please. I want to be alone.« She turned around quickly and walked towards the door to open it, trying not to expose her face.
»Sara, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to pressure you.« He walked towards her slowly. Breathing heavily, she turned away from the door to face him. She tried with all her power to get her blood pressure back down and her eyes and teeth back to normal so that she’d look like a regular person again.
With his head down, Philippe edged around Sara towards the door.
»I’ve totally ruined everything, haven’t I?« He looked into her eyes cautiously, not knowing what to expect, and when he saw that they were sea green again, he was sure that his mind had been playing tricks on him. Sara was too unsettled to respond.
»Will we see each other again before you fly back to the States?« There was a hopeful ring to his voice. Sara strained to raise her head.
»I don’t think so.