The Meeting

By Annabel Lee

William and Noah are from two separate worlds. One a creature of the night and the other a frail human. Both filled with loneliness and yearning to be wanted. Can love bring them and their two worlds together or will sinister forces keep them apart?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Annabel Lee
• Release date: Dec 11, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463653234

Annabel Lee

Hello all! I'm Annabel and am very excited to be writing again. My passion has always been writing ever since I was a little girl and my passion for it grows each day. You can also find me on instagram at annnabel_lee871

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The Meeting

Annabel Lee

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Copyright 2004-2006

Revised 2019 Annabel Lee

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Dedicated to my loved ones for always standing by me through the good and bad times. Without your support I would have never been able to finish this book.

Table of Content

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty One

Chapter Twenty Two

Chapter Twenty Three

Chapter Twenty Four

Chapter Twenty Five

Chapter Twenty Six

Chapter Twenty Seven

Chapter One

Fast as lightning, I fly from rooftop to rooftop. Their rusty old gutters squeal as my dirtied pale foot lands upon them. The wind whips past my face. My shoulder-length blonde hair is in tangles and snarls around my head.

I must find a hunting place, I say aloud to myself.

But I am surprised that instead of words, it comes out in a ghastly snarl. Glancing over, the stray cats sitting atop the trash cans flee in horror. I am a monster, a beast. In a split second, I realize that I am standing in a puddle of clear liquid. The face staring back at me is no longer human, for it has morphed into something else, something far more terrifying. Quickly pivoting, turning my head, I start to run. Like a blur to the human eye, I run faster than I have ever run before. No place, no family to worry about or protect.

I am care-free, completely happy. Or am I? For the last hundred of years I have been trying to commit what you humans call suicide. Apparently it has not worked out. I failed. Just like I am failing at trying to find my prey. Darting through the alleyways, down the back streets, I think about what it would be like to be with a companion. I longed for a companion for far too long. Standing alone, encircled with white light, from the cracked street lamp above, is a shadowy figure. I sniff at the air, testing to see if it is prey or another predator. Cautiously I approach the figure that is across the street as not to startle it away.

Mm too. It is food. These thoughts keep radiating throughout my head.

For I have not hunted in quite some time. I sniff at the air once more. Sweetness consumes my nostrils and then clouds my thoughts. My fangs start to grow, the sharp point of them ripping through the top and bottom gums. Foot in front of foot, I half crouch and step forward moving toward the morsel in front of me. Getting closer, I can make out the shadow's silhouette. Looks like a man. Yes, I can see it now. The curves of his sides. Letting out a low growl from the back of my throat the man stiffens up as if to be frozen.

Just the reaction I am looking for. Claws at the ready to tear away the flesh that packages the victim's blood so evenly. Saliva starts to fill my mouth. I draw closer and closer. Sharp, deep growls keep radiating from the back of my throat. He stiffens up more. Sitting in a crouched position and ready to pounce. He turns his head. I jerk up from my position. Standing there perplexed, my eyes run down his frame. They go from his pin-straight ear-length ebony hair to his broad nose, think pink lips, and his pale, skinny face. My eyes shift towards the man's crystal blue eyes, then down to his petite form.

His attire consists of a black over-coat, light grey shirt, faded-blue trousers that snuggle close to his thin legs, and black shoes. What is such a creature doing alone in the dark? I could have ripped apart such an angel, such a soft-looking human. My filth-covered bare feet move inch by inch toward the man. All I can think of is holding such a frail-looking human in my strong arms and protecting him. Forgetting about my speed, I find myself just inches away from his back. As his back stiffens once more, I lean in and sniff his hair.

What are you? Who are you? What do you want from me? His voice shakes with terror.

Should I tell him? Should I reveal what I am to this beautiful stranger? I kind of want to have my existence known. I long for someone to know me. To no longer be alone in the dark.

Why not sit a bit with me? I swear I shall not harm you. I whisper softly within his light-pink ear.

The expression on his face is full of shock. Are my fangs still out? Slowly I reach a pale hand up to check. Sure enough my fangs have not gone into their sheaths. Carefully I make them return. Just then, his melodic voice rings out and brings me out of my reverie.

Who are you? Please, I beg of you, please don't kill me! He pleads, his wide eyes looking up into mine.

Glancing down, I find how closely I am standing toward this human, so close that I can feel his warm breath on my frigid skin.

I am sorry. With that I back a few steps away from him.

Are you going to kill me now? The man's voice quivers.

No. I have no reason to. I just want to talk. If that is all right with you?

"Um sure, it's fine.

Shock consumes me. Maybe I am not as scary as I have thought. Slowly