Creatus

mythical power, but I can’t,” he said, trying to make light of his confession. She didn’t crack a smile, so he continued, “It was easy the first eight years; I just had to check on you at night, make sure whichever foster home you were with didn’t abuse you. But then, you turned into a wild teenager, so I had to find ways to keep track of your whereabouts.” He lowered his gaze to her eyes again. “I tracked you by your cell phone. Amazing the programs that are available. I could sit back and wait to see what trouble you would find.” He smiled, attempting to diminish his admission.

“So that’s how you knew I was at the party,” she said, seemingly not alarmed by the fact that he’d kept tabs on her. He thought for sure that she’d think he was some deranged stalker.

He drew in a breath at the memory of Kristina when she was sixteen. He’d seen the two of them on the balcony, heard their conversation. Ignored the first twinge of jealousy as it’d hit him. He’d never thought of her as anything but his charge. But when he’d heard the college kid tell her to drink up and then offered for them to go outside for fresh air, he sensed he was up to no good. He’d waited, though. He’d thought it would be good to let the boy scare her, but he hadn’t expected him to turn violent as quickly as he had. “That kid is lucky I didn’t kill him.”

Kristina dropped her head, apparently not upset, but plainly disappointed for some reason. “So, you’re human?” she asked, a note of doubt tainting her words.

He released a breath of relief that the idea didn’t repulse her, but then realized she’d obviously ignored his attempt to change the subject of what he was. Offering her a hint of a smile, he said, “Would that disappoint you?”

When he’d failed to save her mother, leaving her parentless, he’d become her protector. But after seeing her with that college kid, he’d started to see her differently. They looked nothing alike, didn’t listen to the same music, didn’t do the same recreational activities. But he’d always hoped that once they finally met, she would like him. In the last few years, he’d fallen in love with her strength and spirit, even though he didn’t agree with her unwise choices to escape reality.

“I just don’t understand. How can you be the same age as I am if you’re human?”

“I’m not the same age,” he said, resisting a sigh. He wanted to tell her, needed to tell her, longed to tell her, but knew he could only reveal so much without knowing if she was the One. “I’m roughly twenty-eight in your years, though.” Again, he was talking too much, but he had to give her something, and for some reason, he felt as if he could confess anything to her.

She absorbed his answer without commenting. Kristina did senseless things, but she wasn’t stupid by any means.

He stared into her eyes for a moment, noticing she didn’t look away. “Kristina, if you’ll allow me, I want to watch over you while you come down. And then we can discuss everything else. Okay?”

Her brow furrowed again. She hated anyone to tell her what to do. He’d overheard many arguments between her and her foster parents over the years. Of course, in her defense, most of them had never treated her as their child, rather as a paycheck. Just another kid they fed in order to pad their pockets. “Come down from what?” she snapped.

His breath came out as a puff of smoke in the cool air at her reaction. He was surprised she was even able to have the conversation they were having. Based on her dilated pupils, even in the bright sunlight, she was still a tad bit high from her recreational activities only hours earlier. “Trust me; in about two days, you’ll know what.” He tilted his head in query. “Do you trust me, Kristina?”

A gentle smile lifted her cheeks, the first indication of the sweet woman he knew was hidden beneath her hard outer shell. He’d seen her soft side, the side she only shared with her best friend Beth. “I don’t even know you, but yes, I do trust you. Even with my life a couple times obviously.”

Derrick rested his hand on the side of her neck, his heart thrumming at the chance to be near her. She didn’t flinch at his touch; in fact, she closed her eyes and leaned into it. Soft golden beams of morning light saturated each strand of her hair, casting a delicate glow around her face. “You’re a beautiful woman. So smart, so sweet. Why have you done this to yourself?” He ran his fingertips along her face from her temple to her jaw then brushed her long blond hair off her shoulder, happy that she had at least stopped adding the purple and pink streaks. Another attempt to stand out in a world where she felt all alone, he assumed. She could have been anything she wanted, but she’d spent the last six years abusing her body.

She pressed her hand against his. “You forced my hand,” she answered. “I was looking for you.”

Chapter Three

Derrick paced the floor of his apartment as he listened to his brother’s babbling. As usual, Michael was unable to keep his opinions to himself. They’d gone through the same thing last time.

His brother took a breath long enough that Derrick thought he might get in a word, but then started yapping again before he could speak. “Mom and Dad will be fine as long as you clean her up, but Vic’s going to be ticked. Me? What do I care? She’s just another human you’re infatuated with—”

“That’s enough, Michael,” Derrick cut him off, breaking into the one-way conversation. “The reason I called was to tell Dad I wouldn’t be into work this week. I didn’t ask for your opinion.” Derrick stared out at the Boston skyline through the wall of windows on the one side of his apartment, his blood boiling over his brother’s callousness. His brother was one of their kind who’d be happier if they were the only superior beings on this planet.

“I thought you’d want the opinion of your wiser, and obviously more sensible, brother. But then again, you’ve never listened to me. Why should you start now?” He paused for a second, and Derrick could hear the weight machine in the background. Michael never felt he was large enough. He constantly worked out to improve his already stellar physique. It drove Michael crazy that even with his two inches of height and twenty extra pounds, Derrick could still pin him. The clang of the steel plate clinking into place echoed through the phone, and his brother’s breath filled the line again. “Personally, I don’t see the infatuation.”

Derrick rested his head against the cool glass, irritated that he’d even taken the time to call, wishing his father hadn’t already left for work, forcing him to converse with his younger brother, who for some reason seemed to think he was in charge. Derrick needed to return to the room before Kristina woke up. She’d be confused, he was certain. “You make it sound as if I have a different woman every week. You know there hasn’t been anyone in my sights other than her. I’ve waited fourteen years for Kristina.”

“Freak!” His brother let out a roar of laughter. “Just make sure I’m around when you tell Vic. I don’t want to miss that.”

Derrick squeezed his eyes together, resisting the urge to chuck the phone across the room. For some reason, Michael could roil him up faster than anyone else could. “I’ve already settled this with Vic. We’ve had this conversation, and we just don’t agree—on anything. And I’m not a freak. I had to protect Kristina all these years, since she didn’t have anyone else. I knew she’d mature to be as smart and strong as her mother whom I greatly admired.” Janelle had been one of the smartest women he’d worked with when he was interning. She’d been trying to better her life while carrying the responsibilities of a single mother.

A snort boomed through the phone’s speaker. “Yeah, I saw how much you admired Janelle.”

“You know it was never like that,” Derrick defended himself. “I had a fondness for her, but I was too young. We worked together, nothing more. Kristina’s perfect. She’s everything I saw in her mother but with a lot more spunk.”

“Well, you obviously have more than a fondness for Kristina,” Michael responded with a chuckle. For someone who hated humans, his brother sure rattled off plenty of innuendos, making it clear where his mind was most of the time. Of course, Michael had the mentality of a twenty-three-year-old male. It didn’t matter what their species when the hormones were in full swing.

Derrick, on the other hand, had only one woman on his mind, which had been the case for the last few years. He’d just been biding his time. “Kristina is special. She’s had a hard life and hasn’t dealt with her troubles in the correct way, but she’s strong. She’s caring and wonderful. And she’s smart. She’s definitely the woman I want to spend my life with. Even if I end up being alone a few years, she’ll be worth it.