Ok, so he wanted Hot and sexy, right? I'm gonna give him cute and innocent. I loved giving people the opposite of what they wanted. It just makes my day, just defying people's wishes with the devil's look in my eyes.

So I ended up choosing a grey sweatshirt which read 'Girl On Fire' and a pair of denim shorts, complimented with red flat pumps. To make the look even sweeter, I decided to pull on the two ponytail look but letting my side fringes be. I wore the complete look I had decided and looked into the mirror. Perfect! Just as I wanted it to be. Just a dash of lip gloss and I was done.

I slowly walked down, taking all my time. I didn't want to go anyway. He was the one forcing me. So I might as well take all my time in this world.
By the time I reached the hall, I see no one there. They must be in their rooms. Thank God, at least no one's gonna see me in this attire.

"Hey, you look cute!" Ash complimented me as he appeared from no where. Damn, his vampire talents! I knew he heard my thoughts. But I still smiled. "Thanks.... Ummm... Can tell me where Zac is?" I ask politely. "Oh yeah, he is waiting outside for you." He says as he offers his arm which I, with my lady-like grace, accepts it. He slowly walks me to the door.

"Wishing he could back out from this date right now?" He asked innocently and with the same thought in mind, I nodded. "Pfft... You wish! You know that's never happening." He laughed and I rolled my eyes at him. Thank him for getting my hopes up all high.
'You're welcome, sexy!' His voice boomed in my head. Before I could snap back at him, he took my hand and softly kissed my fingers and then looked at me with a gentle smile. "May the lady enjoy her date." He whispers.

I rolled my eyes at him again. Too dramatic but it was way better than the cocky him. He should really know that. 'Point taken into consideration, Ma'am...' his voice again in my head. Oh boy, this guy is never gonna learn.

Before he could answer any specific thought of mine, I murmured a thank you and a farewell and made my way out the door. Thankfully the magical barrier did not stop me. I turned to see Ash had disappeared.

The barrier did not stop me? Was it finally gone? The compulsion was finally lifted off me. So now I can enter and leave as I please. Wow, this feels nice. I feel like a bird where freedom was my birthright.

Any ways going back to the stupid date, I made my way towards him. He was standing there in front of the red car, dressed in a navy blue T- shirt and a pair of khakis. Just as he had said. The date was going to be casual.

"Hey!" I murmured shyly. I don't know why but seeing this beautiful guy always manages to get me butterflies in my stomach and makes my heart flutter. He always seems to have that effect on me and I'm totally confused about how I feel about it. At one point the feeling is nice, the other moment you don't want it.

"Hello!" He murmured in the same tone with a soft smile. His eyes were concentrated on me, like nothing in this world mattered any more. A red tinge began to appear on my cheeks.

The moment I reached, his hands instinctively wraps my wrists and pulls me towards himself. Distance between our bodied ceased to exist. My heart beat rises to the beat and I know he could feel it too.

"Date jitters?" He asked. "Well, you know me..." I let out softly and shyly as my eyes looked down. He brought his hand to my face and lifted my face by my chin. "Hey!" He whispered and I let my eyes meet his. Why? Why is he so beautiful?

He had this beautiful hazel eyes with a mixture of black and golden flecks. And the depth of it was pit less. I could just fall into them without the fear of getting hurt. They were that beautiful.

"You look cute." He breathed as his hand moves to brush my fringes off my eyes. "And trust me, it is such a turn on!" He continued as his eyes followed his fingers as it softly traced the shape of my face. I was trying to not betray my emotion when the distance between our lips began to close in. I would give in to the temptation but the laughter in my head snapped me out of it.

I pushed myself out of his grasp. "We are getting late for our date." I yelled and ran to the other side of the car. He sighed softly to himself. I got into the car as I was riding shotgun and he was driving. He got in after I did.

"So what got you so spiked up for this date? I thought you didn't want to go." He asked curiously. "Well I guess I changed my mind." I say simply, not willing to look at him.

I knew he was hurt because I didn't kiss him back but I only didn't because I didn't want to be an entertainment show for the vampires in the house. They were all looking at the scene. I knew them well enough to assume that.

He started the car and our journey began. "So where are we going?" I ask innocently. "I told you. Somewhere the two of us can spend some time alone together." He said, his eyes refusing to leave the road. "And where is that?" "That is for you to know and me to get us there. I'm sure you will like it." He admits. I roll my eyes. Isn't that obvious?

I silently leaned my head towards the window and stared at the dark scenery which were illuminated by the yellow street lamps. Oh yeah, I was giving him the silent treatment. I wasn't going to talk to him until he told me where we were going. And within a few minutes, he picked up the hint. "So you are giving me the silent treatment, huh?" He asked, only for a moment his eyes leaving the road to glance at me. I didn't respond but continued to stare outside. "Ok, as you wish!"he grumbled. And then stared hard at the road. I look at him. He wants to play this game? Sure, two of them can play but just remember I always win.

I go back to staring outside. Silence invaded the car and I heard a sigh escape his lips before his fingers moved to the radio. Some soft music was playing and he was humming to it's music, softly to himself. His voice is beautiful and I had immensely fallen in love with it. As I was appreciating his voice in my mind (I had no need to flatter him...), my eyelids felt heavy and with no time, I fell asleep.

I felt a pair of cold lips touch my forehead and a hand cupping one side of my face. "Wake up, love..." He cooed softly. "We have reached." He chuckled, a hint of amusement in his tone. I opened my eyes lazily and I see his face quite close to mine. Ignoring that fact, I sit up and stretch with a yawn. I notice that he had bent down to my level, only to deliver such a sweet wake up. "Good morning!" I say sleepily, still not caring where we were.

He chuckled once again. "We have reached." He pointed out as he straightened his posture. I looked around confused. Where? Where did we reach? All I could see is darkness. "Are you going to get out of that car or do you want me to pick you up?""Huh?" I looked up at him in confusion. Instead of answering, he swept me off of my seat and placed me down on the beautiful set up he actually planned for our date. I was sitting on a wide red-checked spread which had a vintage champagne bottle placed in a mini bucket of ice and a small lantern, palely lit up which some how reminded me of fireflies.

Instead of being shocked and ecstatic on how romantic this date was gonna be, I glared at him as he sat beside me after he had driven the car some where in a far off distance. The champagne and the lantern stood between us. "What?" He asked exclaiming that word as he noticed my powerful glare radiating towards him. "I have limbs and I can walk. I'm not gonna repeat that again." I say with a huff. When is he ever gonna learn?

He didn't answer but looked up instead in pure silence. I noticed my surroundings much clearly, despite the darkness. Our picnic spot had been located in some free ground which was isolated between bunches of dark, tall trees. From the view here, the night sky and been free from artificial lights, clouds and pollution of any sort which allowed you to see the crescent form of the moon and millions of bright shiny stars which were the only light source we had, except for the lantern. But there was one thing that nagged my mind and I couldn't push it to the back of my mind. I looked around suspiciously. "What happened, angel?" He asked innocently, looking at my distress.

"Are there any water bodies here?" I ask him. A smirk lit up his lips. "Why? Do you want one?" He asked mischievously. We both knew what we were relating to. Our first date since our confession where he threw me down the waterfall. Or should I saw jumped with me and tried to drown me in there. I didn't want the repetition of that to happen again. I quickly shook my head. He was going to reply as he opened his mouth but then he frowned and just shook his head. Now it was my chance to frown. "What was that?" "Nothing!" He breathed. He didn't want to tell me so I just let it be.

We both were leaning back and resting on our palms. The distance between us were only there because of the items he had got to make it look like a date. I sighed. It was melting me fast. And this whole date, the setting was beautiful. "It's beautiful..." I murmured, voicing my own opinion. "Yes, it is..." he gladly agreed, a soft smile lighting up his face. "I love it!" I whispered. He looks at me and smiles but I still do not turn to him. He uses his excuse to be busy by pouring the pink champagne into the flutes. I was still staring at the stars, trying to understand the picture they were depicting in their story.

He pushed the glass into my hand and a question escaped my lips. "How do you know?" I ask softly, finally looking at him. His face screwed up in confusion. "What do you mean?" He continued to fill his glass and didn't bother to look up at me. "How do you know this was my dream date?" "You mean you don't remember?" Still confused. Remember? Now what did I forget?

He placed his hand cupping one side of my face. Before I could ask what was going on, a particular memory attacked my mind, forcing me to remember what I had long forgotten.

FLASHBACK BEGINS...
I stepped into my new school with my sister, Sara and best friend, Ryan... A new day, a new year. It has been 3 months since my sister and best friend were dating and even with the 3 yrs age gap, Sara and I shared and Ryan being in my age group, we still got along pretty well, despite the other differences too. It was our first day, Sara's last year and Ryan's and my first. And we were all excited cause now we were finally together.

A week had past and I was on talking basis with everyone. I hadn't really made friends, like I was expecting to but I was very happy with the pair I had got. Sure they loved teasing me, playing around, trying to get me jealous since I never had a boyfriend but I loved them both very much. I didn't care about the world. I had them. Truthfully boys have come and directly tried to talk to me but I never showed much interest. Girls began to think I had some sort if an attitude but those who know me well enough will tell you I am a down-to-earth sort of person. At least people around me understand that I'm a girl whose distance should be kept with and whose matters shouldn't be trifled with. My reputation was kinda built that way. But that day, I felt everything swirl under me. All my beliefs, control, everything was melting in his presence.

We were busy with our English essays that day. It was the first period and Mr Messler who was a middle aged man with slick black hair and had blue eyes, is very particular about punctuality. He was waiting for the late comers to enter and give there pathetic excuse for not coming on time. Apparently the only conclusion his students could come up with is that he loved punishing and embarrassing the late comer in front of his whole class. He just seems to enjoy doing it.

A guy with a neat black quiff and hazel brown eyes had entered along with a guy with lost in thought brown eyes which hid behind a pair of thick rimmed nerd glasses and messy light brown hair. Mr Messler seemed not to pay attention. "Umm excuse me sir!" The guy with hazel eyes, humbly urged to get his attention. Every one looked up at the intruder of their class and God, he was hot. He was lean and tall and you could see the black T-shirt stick to his torso while his denim jeans hung lowly on his hips and a red bag was slung over his shoulder while his friend had a grey beanie on top, blue denim jeans and a white lightly striped T-shirt on. But my attention was only him, the guy with a quiff. Wow! In fact he had managed to capture the attention of all the girls, taken or not with their mouths dropped low. The boys simply just looked up, trying to recognise whether they knew him or not.

"Ah, late comers!" Mr Messler greets them dramatically as he spread his hands in the air. "You know-" "Actually sir, we are new comers." He replied nonchalantly, his hands dug into his jeans pockets. A gasp left each and every students lip. No one had ever been able to cut Mr Messler off like that and he just had the balls to do so. Impressive! Maybe I'm starting to like this guy after all.
Mr Messler's cheeks start to redden. "Show me!" He ordered harshly. Both the boys entered and showed him the slips given by the the school receptionist. "You may sit down." He muttered with gritted teeth. The whole class was watching the show with rapt attention. We knew that Mr Messler hated being humiliated like that and we knew the condition of the previous lad who stood up to him like that. He is still under the pressure of being picked on by not one teacher but all. Poor guy! I just hope the same does not happen to this guy. It would really be a pity.

"Ummm... Mr Moore, you can sit beside Miss Stone for now and Mr... Bolt, you may sit beside Miss Trent?" Both nodded and turned around to find the girls they were assigned to sit beside. I looked at Mr Moore and gave him a knowing nod, hoping he would understand. A flash of recognition hit his face but quickly hid it and smiled at me, that beautiful angelic smile. Damn, I could melt. He walked up to his place, to get his place right beside me. "Class, you may continue writing your essays!" Our handsome teacher announced.We all looked down in our papers. Mr Moore began removing the materials he needed for class.

"Hey! I'm Kristen! What's your name?" I asked softly in whispers. I didn't need him to catch me again. He looked up and gave me the heart warming smile. His eyes glistened with joy. I could feel the glares of all the girls coming from all directions but I managed to shrug it off. I only awaited for his sweet reply. "My name is Zac-" "Miss Stone, do I need to remind you that your attention has to solely be in your essay?" My favourite teacher yelled sharply. I look back into my paper and I could feel Mr Moore smile slowly growing. Damn it, I knew it had already started but now I was pleased that I at least knew his name.

FLASHBACK ENDED...

I was pulled out of those visions that he kept giving me back. For a few moments, everything was silent except for the fact that I was breathing heavily to calm myself down. This wasn't expected. "Are you okay?" He asked softly, his hand resting on my shoulder, comforting me warmly. The distance between us reduced, the things which were there were long gone. I look up at him, tears slipping down my cheek. "Are there any more memories you have taken of mine?" I ask quietly, anger was seeping in. He shook his head slowly, his gaze still on me. I gulped down hard as I felt my throat dry up. "How many times have I met you before?" I was still soft spoken as ever. "Twice." He spoke softly, in the same tone as he wrapped his arm around my shoulder, rested his head on mine and gave me gentle assuring squeeze. I still did not react. "Why?" I whispered as tears fell down faster. First time, he had a reason but the second time, did he even have a reason to save him this time?

"I'm sorry, love. I had to... I couldn't bear hurting you. You were too close to coming to know the reason of our existence. And all I kept finding was a reason to take you away from your normal life. A reason to make you only mine. I was madly in love with you. My love for you was only getting stronger than it was before. But I couldn't be selfish when it came to you. That is why I had to let you go." He explained softly as he wiped the tracks of my precious tears that rolled down with his thumb. "Then why couldn't you do the same now? Why did you have to let me know your secret? " I demanded to know after I pushed his hand away and sobbed even harder. I had been living a life without all the precious memories I had long lost. Each memory which had been taken from me were filled with happiness and love. How was I living without all of them?

"First time we met, I just thought it was just a chance. The second time, I was led to believe it was a mere coincidence, a reason to start afresh. But the third time, it had to mean something more. It was as if Fates wanted us to be together." "And what if you erase my memories again and leave me to myself?" I ask curiously. Seriously, would he still do it even after we went through everything?

"No, I wouldn't let you go. No, not this time. Kristen, I love you too much to let you go. Some times I can't even express it in words. I've gone through so much when I left you with your memories taken and I don't think I wanna go through it again. What ever happens, Kristen, I'm not going to lose you. Cause I'm never letting go of you." He concluded with a soft smile. Tears were already brimming in my eyes and I began crying harder. Why did this happen to me now? I was bawling to myself when his arms wrapped me tight. "Now what happened, sweetie? " he cooed softly. "That was so sweet...." I wail between sobs. "I don't deserve such a man like you." I muttered innocently into my palms.

"No, darling! I don't deserve a girl like you..." He used his finger to lift my chin up, making me look into his eyes. "What I could never get is how you could love a monster like me?" H breathed, his eyes concentrated on my face. I turned away. His face was coming too close. And this conversation was getting too intense."That's because you are the best I have ever seen." "And that was supposed to make me feel better?" He asked, amused. I nod with a smile lighting up my face. " Well, don't be so sure, sweetheart..." He let out darkly with a chuckle as he climbed over me.

His face was inches away from mine and I could feel the heavy, warm breaths he took. It was getting too hot and uncomfortable. I wanted to push him off but he kept my whole body trapped under his. My heart was beating rapidly fast and my chest was going up and down faster than usual. "Does this scare you, love?" He growled softly into my ear as I turned my face away. I didn't reply. "Does this make you uncomfortable?" He continued. His face dipping into my neck and left soft kisses and then slowly licked my soft skin. I moaned in pleasure as he found a perfect spot to leave a mark. Wow, this guy... is too good. Why does he always manage to make me feel this way?

"Zee... Zee..." I moaned his name and he looked up at me. "You want more?" he asked eagerly. He had his one arm securely around my waist. I still didn't reply. In fact something had caught my attention. Like some one was looking at us. More like intensely watching us. Just like the other times that used to freak me out. I thought it was just me being paranoid. And so I just pushed it at the back of my mind.

"Baby, let me warm them for ya..." Zac teasingly let out and made a move to my cold lips. Instinctively I shut my eyes, waiting for the contact to take place and just before they could reach, he swore. He climbed off of me and turned his face away, just as I opened my eyes."Zee? What's wrong?" I asked, confused. One moment everything was fine, the next, I don't know what exactly happened to make him swear. "Nothing! I'm just a little thirsty..." he admitted sheepishly but he still refused to look at me. "Here drink from me." I say, flicked my hair to the side and tilted my head so it would be easier for him to drink from me. "No, Angel, I'm not drinking from you." He stated, his face still turned away. "Why not?" "Angel, by the smell your blood, I'm scared that once I start, I won't be able to stop. I don't trust myself and nor do I want to hurt you." He murmurs as he turned to look at me. I could see his red orbs, his fangs peaking out and the veins bulging out under his eyes. Truthfully he was scaring the hell out of me right now. But I didn't care. He was still my Zee, right?

"Just excuse me, I'll be back in a minute." He got up. "Where are you going?" I ask curiously. "Back to the car. There is some blood bags in there." And he disappears. "Don't leave me alone." I begged practically to no one since he was long gone. For that moment, everything was left drop dead to stillness and silence swallowed every existing sound that was supposed to take place, leaving it spooky and eerie. I was all alone for that moment and that was leaving goosebumps all over my body. The hair on my skin were standing tip straight. I was freaking scared. The wind blew harsh, leaving me cold and that paranormal presence that was felt became more prominent and refused to leave my head. I shut my eyes and hugged myself, hoping it would all go away. Suddenly the hustling of the wind stopped. I opened my eyes, hoping everything was gone and Zee was back. But instead I see the same hooded man that I had been hallucinating about everyday. He was dressed in the same black attire, his face still covered. And with the distance between us, he had a smirk put up on his lips and seemed to be walking towards me. "Zee!" I screamed. Please, oh please, come to my rescue?

I closed my eyes and cowered away, softly muttering God's name to myself, trying to get rid of my reality of fears. The next moment, some one's hand touches my shoulder. I let out a high pitch scream. "Angel, it's me! What happened?" He asked, confused at my behavior. He was crouching beside me and is expression sensed anxiety. "Zac, you are here!" I exclaim and then hug him tight like I never want to let him go. He slowly hugged me back but a moment or so, he pulled away. "What happened, Angel?" He asked soothingly, brushing all my fears aside for a while. " I-I..." And I realised the words were stuck in my throat. I couldn't tell him my fears. For the simple reason that he wouldn't believe me. Plus I live in a house full of vampires, so anything is possible living in that house.

He looked at me with utter helplessness and waited for the proper words to tumble out. "Distract me!" I whispered, only those words came out of my quivering lips. "Wha-" "Just distract me, Zee!" I insist, pleading to my frail condition. I was shivering horribly as tears went rolling down my cheek. He lift my chin with his finger and pressed his lips softly to mine. Warmth spread all over my body and within seconds I felt better. The fear had extinguished itself in me. He pulled away and I smiled as he brushed away the tears from my pale-stricken cheeks, not meeting my eyes. A small frown hung on his face and his eye brows knit. "I really didn't mean that but... it was a nice way to pull it off." I admitted. His eyes finally met mine and his expression relaxed. "Then may I know what did you mean by distract?" He asked softly, as he sits down beside me. "I meant talking..." I just realised the champagne flutes, the lantern and the ice bucket had disappeared.
 

"So what did you want to talk about?" He asked as he spread the thin blanket over our legs and then moved to wrapping his arm around my shoulder. Just like those dreamy couples, admiring the twinkling stars. "I wanted to ask. That was Chris, right?" He nods. "Then how do I not remember talking to him?" I ask curiously. "That is a very good question. What happened you see, is that Chris had come with only one goal in mind. He wanted the full experience of high school. I just came to keep a check on him. He moved on with the flow while I had other things to occupy my time." He smiled softly. "Thanks..." He looked down at me. "For what?" "For this amazing date..."