Forever Mine

Part Two

My eyes burn behind my eyelids. Everything is orange with the bright sun invading my truck. I yawn and stretch out the kinks that developed in the time I was sleeping. Why hadn't I plan ahead before rushing from New York to this quaint little town? Of course I wasn't thinking clearly. As soon as someone told me about my infamous Andria, I dropped everything to search for the thing I hold most dear that she holds prisoner. My thumbs massage my temples, trying to soothe my impending headache. Soft gigging slips through my cracked windows. I look out my window in time to see a group of girls walk by in the most appealing short and tight attire. I lick my lips hungrily. One of the girls, the one with more conservative clothing looks over at me. Her eyes meet mine. One blue, one grey.

"Andria..." I whisper.

She's always breath taking. The young girl continues watching me as statue would random people going about their day. She doesn't seem afraid. It's almost as if she's challenging me. This was the woman that I've loved and hated with a passion for centuries. A girl calls for her attention. She breaks eye contact and catches up with the pack of delicious girls. I smile wickedly and buckle my seat belt. With the turn of my hand, I revive my truck. Andria, let the games begin. I pull off and drive out of town. My mind replays the image of the vixen and gage any information I can about her. She looks as if she's still in school by her youthful appearance, but she has had a knack for throwing me off with her ageless skin. The road unwinds in front of me all the way to an isolated house. I pull into the driveway and cut the engine. On the seat next to me, I shake out the contents of a purse belonging to the girl from last night. Various useless waste falls out: a wallet, hand lotion, lipstick, a fold up mini album of pictures, and keys. A laugh creeps out at the memory of how I first tricked Lucy into climbing into my vehicle.

Her license was a helpful tool to finding her home. I unlock the front door and let myself in. It's a small home, white on the outside and blue on the inside. More pictures of the woman litter the walls and the furniture. I guess this will do. I go back to my truck and grab my duffel bag. I search for her phone and a phone book. Going out on a limb, I assume Andria is still in high school. My finger runs up and down the pages of the phonebook until it stops on Watson's High School. I dial the school's number.

"Watson's High School, this is Karen speaking from the main office."

"Hello, Ms. Karen? I know this is sudden, but my aunt Lucy forgot to register me for the semester and I was wondering if I could come in and get that taken care of?" My voice is sickening polite.

"Oh Lucy? I didn't know she had any family in town. How is she?" Karen pries.

"She's lovely. I'll tell her you asked about her, but I'm a nephew her brother just found about recently." I set down her family picture back down on the coffee table.

"Well, I'm sure you'll like it here, dear." She chuckles. "But yes, tomorrow will be fine. Will Lucy be joining you?"

"Umm..." I look around what once was Lucy's home and grin. "No, she'll be letting me handle everything for a while."

"Alright. See you tomorrow...?" She hesitates for my name.

"Matthew. Matthew Varner."

"Well, see you tomorrow, Matthew."

"Looking forward to it." I end the call.

Maybe I should've kept that woman alive a little while longer. Oh well, what's done is done. I roam about the first floor of the home. My lips contort. How can someone live in something so plain? I raid the fridge. My eyebrows crinkle even more with disgust. All healthy foods and diet products. What is wrong with this woman? I guess I have to go shopping. In the bathroom, under the lid of the back of the toilet, I find a wad of cash in a baggie. So predictable. I count it. $600. I laugh. This is all she could stash? Cute. I stuff it in my pocket. Time to stock up for a long ride through hell. The corners of my mouth curve upward in anticipation.