“Anne,” he murmured as he leaned back in his chair, closing his eyes, with a smile on his lips.
“What do you want me to do?” Arnold asked.
“Just watch,” he replied.
“As you say,” replied Arnold and left the room in long strides.
He walked to the glass windows and looked at the tall building, a little far. Though it is too far for a normal human to make out what he is looking at, with his wonderfully heightened senses, he looked at what he wanted to see, a lady sipping warm coffee with a book in her hands. His lips curved up into a smile.
Anne put aside the book she was reading and took her mobile. She felt the discomfort as if being observed by someone. The weird feeling started from the moment she shifted into her dream flat, on the 34th floor of the building, overlooking the ocean and the beautiful city through the glass walls. She made her own beautiful world with a wonderful little garden where she loved reading while not at work.
She looked around once again only to see the tall buildings far away. She looked at the sky and murmured, looking at the setting sun, “maybe, it’s you, watching over me. ”
She sighed and smiled, looking at the sky. Then she scrolled through her mobile and dialed a number.
He clenched his fists, frowning as he looked at her smile as she dialed the number on her mobile phone. He watched as she murmured to herself a moment before, looking at the beautiful sunset and couldn’t make out what, though he has supernatural senses to hear from far. He concentrated on her, narrowing his eyes.
“Ma, ” she said softly.
“This feeling arises again as if being watched,” she said in a low voice.
She heard for a moment and replied, “I know, it’s weird. But I feel him around me, ” she sighed, “I miss him. I can’t believe that he is no more.”
She nodded and sighed, looking up at the sky, trying to keep her tears from falling.
“Okay, take care. I will call you later, ” she said as she hung up the call and drooped down on to the recliner.
His heart ached for her. He wanted to rush to her, take her into his arms, and assure that he will be there for her forever. He clenched his fists as he remembered his oath to stay away from her to keep his secret from her, to save her from turning into one of his kind.
He built the building she lives in, according to what she dreamt of, only to keep her close enough for him to see and hear her, keeping her oblivious to his existence. He hoped he could survive, looking at her, age happily before his eyes, though he doesn’t know what he would do if she ever has to leave this world.
She looked at her watch and walked into the kitchen to cook some eggs for herself. He turned around, hearing Arnold’s footsteps approaching his door.
Arnold came in and stood with his hands folded behind his back. “Alan called, ” he said, “they don’t want to take risks.”
The sound of his knuckles resounded as he heard that. He turned around to look at her once again and said, in a cold and low voice, “That means I don’t have another option!”
“I will take care of this. Let her start from tomorrow,” he said after thinking for a while.
“Why don’t you think of it this way? ” asked Arnold. “she might be destined for this, I know’” he finished and turned around. “Isn’t it selfish on my part, Arnold? ” he asked.
Arnold shook his head and replied, “everything is fair, in love and war. ” He smiled and said, “Thank you for being by my side.”
“Well, we are in this together for centuries now. I am glad for you to find her. We are family, man. That’s what families do. Be there for one another,” replied Arnold.
“Okay, now. Cheer up. I will see what is to be done,” said Arnold as he turned around and walked out of the room, taking out his mobile.
He stood there looking towards her flat, lost in thoughts.
It was another normal day for him when he wandered through the woods and emerged at his favorite spot on the beach. He sat there at the secluded bench, watching the sunset every day until the moon dances beautifully over the waves before going back to his home and dine with his family.
He loved his secluded place on the beach since no-one ever came that far. But that day was different. He saw a young lady, calm and serene, sitting in his spot, smiling at the ocean.
He never registered any woman around, but this was different. He felt attracted to her beauty and serenity in her face as she looked at the waves. He walked quietly, with no intention of disturbing her, and yet she looked at him as if she felt his presence. He stood still, mesmerized by her clear blue eyes, wondering if his silent strides, which even his kind failed to notice, flawed for a moment before her.
She bent her head and murmured, “Oh, I thought I am far enough to be alone.” He heard her though she didn’t intend him to hear. He went nearer and stood by her side. “Hi,” he said. She looked at him and smiled, “Hi,” she replied.
“May I sit by your side?” He asked.
She nodded and moved a little to the far end of the bench. “Yes,” she hesitated, “I was leaving, by the way,” and was about to stand when he said, “Oh. I come here every day. It becomes more beautiful as the night falls and the moon seems dancing over the waves.”
She sat back, withdrawing her intention to leave, and said, “is it so? That’s a wonderful analogy.” He nodded as he looked at the ocean. “Thank you,” he said, his mind completely filled with her sweet voice.
“I never saw you before,” he said after a while. “Well,” she hesitated again, “I am new here.” “Oh,” he said.