My Soulmate with Fangs

-Scarlett-

I casually glanced over at the hot guy who had been sitting a few feet away at the subway every day for months. He was ridiculously good looking and seemed like a gentleman by the way he had let the ladies on the subway get in before him a few times. They had ignored him, tough, and while I hadn’t meant to, my brain had blanked and I had been unable to do anything but stare at him blinking awkwardly before scrambling over to my usual seat.

Ever since that day, I had been trying to make myself talk to him. And every day since that resolution, I had chickened out. He was just way, way out of my league. But it was just talking! Just going and, y’know, saying hi! But nope. My legs turned to noodles and my tongue to jelly and I forgot every word in my vocabulary.

But today was the day.

I was going to talk to him.

I was going to say hi, compliment him, and then walk back to my seat.

I summoned all the guts in my small frame and walked over to him. I stood next to him for a minute, and glanced over at him, my tongue going dry as I felt my palms begin to sweat. fingers crossed we wouldn’t shake hands. He was drawing an eye in a sketchbook which was perched on his lap. It was an eerily good drawing, looked like it was staring at me, but just made me want to know where the heck he learned to draw like that.

I tried to say something, anything. At least something normal, like “Hi, I’ve seen you around?” I didn’t even know what I wanted to say.

I opened my mouth and blurted out.“That’s crazy good.” I gestured toward his drawing. He jumped, glancing up at me in shock. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to sneak up on you. I just saw your drawing and it’s really good.” Of course. Only I could scare my crush by just talking to him.

His expression darkened, a combination of anger and almost horror spreading across his features. “You aren’t supposed to be able to see me.”

“What?” I cocked my head, thinking I didn’t hear him right.

“You aren’t supposed to be able to hear me either.” He muttered worry filled his face.

I put my hand on his arm. Why did I do that?! The instant my fingers touched his skin, my brain blanked and it took me a few seconds to remember what I had meant to say. “What do you mean?”

He jolted like I’d shocked him. “And youreallyaren’t supposed to be able to touch me.” He stood up and walked straight through the wall of the subway train, no sign he had ever been there. Except for his pen, which he had dropped in his hurry. I picked it up, shock filling my senses as I realized that cute guy just walked through a wall.

And then he came back. No explanation for his disappearance, just a disturbingly blank stare. He grabbed me and threw me over his shoulder with no struggle, which, while I’m small, was still shocking, and carried me through the wall before I had the chance to react, to kick out, to try to save myself from being kidnapped.

Everything blurred into darkness and shadows.

“I’m sorry about this.” The guy mutters in a deep, quiet voice.“I have no choice. You’ve seen too much.”

“What the heck do you mean? Before you went and walked through a wall, I hadn’t seen anything but a cute guy and a notebook.” I kicked him in the leg hard with one of my dangling legs.

“In the notebook, you saw the Eye, right?”

“Yes, I saw an eye drawing.”

“Even before you had seen that you had seen too much. Now, you’ve seen so much I have to kill you. Sort of.”

“How exactly do you sort of kill someone?” I kicked him again, too in shock to be too freaked out about the whole situation. This was unreal. It was probably just a lucid dream or something. I didn’t know. Dream or not, he didn’t respond.

“And how the heck did you walk through that wall? What are you?”

He finally set me down. I glanced around. The whole space we were in was the same pitch black darkness color. There was nothing to see, except for the boy next to me. I shivered. Maybe I was dead already. He turned toward me.

“What do you see?”

“An incredibly annoying guy who kidnapped me through a wall.” Through a wall. It sounded even more crazy when I said it out loud.

“Other than that?” He was grinning now, like he found me funny. He had a cute smile. But, wait. There was something different about it. Strange. I step forward, trying to see it closer up.

“You have fangs.”

“Y-yeah...I do. How are you so calm about this? I’ve heard your kind is usually screaming at this point.”

“I’m not calm, don’t worry. Just good at hiding the fact I want to puke from fear right now. What the heck do you mean, my kind?”

“Humans. I mean, technically I was a human once. And I still have the form of one. But, still.” He shrugged his shoulders, his lean, broad, shoulders stretching through his thin black t-shirt.

Then he continued. “Ok. So, you’re one of the Seeing. You can see things you aren’t supposed to be able to see. So, this means you have two options. I can kill you, or I can Change you.”

“What do you mean, change me?”

“Change you. I can’t say anything else about it, not now. If you choose the Changing, one of us will debrief you on everything. I’ll warn you, it’s an eternity of a decision.”

An eternity of a decision.

“Well, I’m not exactly a fan of the idea of dying today.”

He muttered something under his breath.

“Ok. The Changing.” I decided, nervously crossing my arms over my chest as I shivered in the darkness.

“Are you sure? You’ll never see your family. Ever again.”

“Yeah, I’m sure. That doesn’t really matter to me at all.”

“Alright. Just stand there, then.”

He lowered his head into his hands, like he was gathering himself for something.

I stood there awkwardly, starting to freak out.

He straightened up to his full height. Gosh, he was tall. Had he been that tall before? I didn’t think so. He rested his hands on my shoulders. “Are you sure? Absolutely sure?” I could see his fangs a lot now. They seemed to have grown.

“Yeah.”

He held eye contact with me for one more moment, then lowered his head to my neck. And then a sharp pain screamed its way through my neck. I smelled the awful, metallic scent of blood and felt a trickle of blood down my neck.. His fangs were still in my neck, his hands gripping my shoulders like iron. The world started to blur, not that there was much to see anymore. I gasped in pain. He pulled back. “Are you alright?”

I collapsed into his chest, and the last thing I remembered was him scooping me up in his long arms.

(A.N) Hi guys! Thank you so much for reading! What did you think? Sorry about any typos, I promise it gets soooo much better.