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side of a glacier. They were clear and refreshing. She was petite, a small frame that looked frail to those that didn’t know her strength. This beautiful being was no more than five foot two inches tall. She was light on her feet and held her head high with her nose slightly tilted upward. She never looked down. She was sure of her steps. With her jacket thrown over her shoulder, the black long-sleeved shirt that formed to her body and exposed every perfect curve of her torso moved with her footsteps. The black jeans she wore were low cut and tight enough to compliment the hourglass shape of her body. She wore a familiar belt that she had worn in the past. It was made of black leather with what most would think were tiny, cheap pieces of glass stones that sparkled when the light caught them as her body moved down the aisles. I knew these stones were delicate diamonds that waved around her tiny waist. They ended at a buckle encircled with this precious stone. In the center of the buckle was a Celtic cross that symbolized her heritage. It was made of the same sparkling jewel, which completed its brilliance.
    Her beauty made the entire room stop and take notice as she flowed down the aisle. The males in the class turned to catch her entrance. She entered the room and floated down the aisle with the grace of a model on a runway. The females were in reverence of her beauty, but were resentful of it in the same glance. None of them would ever match the elegance and grace of her flow. Her alabaster skin only enhanced her sophistication.
    I heard every thought in the room. I could hear every thought from everyone, which in my world could even drive a vampire insane. These inconsiderate males wanted to “hit that”. I wanted to tear the heads off these males for the thoughts they had of my Ellie. Their thoughts were sick and perverted. The females smirked with insecurity. One of them, whose voice drove me into a demented state, had thoughts that were louder than the other females in the class.
    “What are they looking at? She doesn’t look better than I do. Does she?” This squeaky voiced female thought. She looked Ellie over and turned back to the males in the class with a disgusted look as she rolled her eyes and extended her bottom lip into a pouting stance.
    Ellie paused at the row of seats where I sat and with her nose slightly raised, she sniffed the air. She knew her immortality was not alone in the room. She glanced down the row as her eyes met mine. With a millionth of a second, she glared at me. I hoped for a brief recognition in those icy eyes, but with that time gone, I saw the proof that her memory no longer existed. I was glad my heart didn’t beat, because it would have stopped with that one glare. She hissed at me once to warn me that she knew what I was and that would be my first warning.
    The playful, happy, quick-witted love of my life that left me so many years ago was gone. She was as evil and as cold as the eyes that stared back at me. This scared even my immortality. She was my maker, and I knew from the look in her clear eyes, she wanted to take me out of my misery. She didn’t realize how easy that would be, and I was glad she didn’t because if she had it would be over before she had a chance to remember me.
    She returned her focus on her intended destination. She continued to glide down the aisle as she found her resting place. This beauty of my past sat two rows in front of me. Her scent was so strong it over-powered my ability to pay attention to my meager surroundings. I was a rancid dog in heat, unable to focus on anything, but the need for her. The scent of roses, lilac, and lavender blended in the right proportion radiated through my senses. I smelled this scent many times. It was one I lavished in during our long hours of holding her in my arms. This was the scent I longed for, and one I would not let leave me again. That was at least if I survived her hatred until she could remember me.
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