Forbidden To Love
This story was inspired by Stephenie Meyer. A thousand years of being sworn enemies, a vampire girl named Taylor Evans meets a were-wolf named Wyatt Chase and falls deeply in love with him. Due to a prophecy, Wyatt and Taylor are the saviors to bring back the peace between the vampires and were-wolves. But there are two problems; the guy who made the two species enemies, is dead and there is a manipulator vampire who is absolutely obsessed with Taylor. Will Wyatt and Taylor succeed? Or will the obsessed vampire ruin it all?
I got bored one day and I wrote this... Hope you like it!
3. Falling In Love
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"Y–YEAH.” WHAT WAS THIS GUY TRYING TO DO? HYPNOTIZE ME? I WAS still holding my breath; he turned and seemed to notice that.
“Are you okay? Why are you holding your breath?” he sounded a bit worried but he couldn’t help it, it just came out.
“I – ” I started softly.
“Wyatt, please tell us where you transferred from.” Mrs. Willowsky interrupted our quiet conversation.
“Sure.” he accepted. Before standing up from his chair, he said to me, “Breathe.” I don’t know why, but I obeyed and his scent came swirling back into my body. Everything was still clear though.
In my head, Emotion was back and separated into emotion pieces; Happy, Joy, Excitement, and… Love.
Hey! I do not love him, let alone like!
The emotion pieces came back together and formed Disbelief, chanting, Liar, liar! You’re love is burning passion, like fire!
Shut up! I hissed. They obeyed.
“I was born in Jacksonville, North Carolina. After we moved a lot; we moved to about,” he counted off his fingers in recalling his memory. “Eleven times, including here.”
One of the girls raised her hand. “Where have you lived?” she asked with anticipation.
Wyatt smiled in a way that nearly made all the girls faint and all the boys throw a hissy fit. “I lived in Carlisle, United Kingdom, first.”
What the? I thought. I lived in Carlisle; and I too, moved eleven times.
“Then we moved to Darlington, Bradford, Nottingham, Coventry, London, Swindon, Bristol, New Port, Swansea, and now, I live in Georgetown.” he said proudly. I was frozen in shock. I lived in all the places that he named. Could it be?
“Why did you move so much?” asked another girl named Mikayla.
He hesitated. Wyatt’s proud face turned agonized. “My family found out that someone was stalking us so we moved around. But wherever we went, the stalker was there on our tail.” All the girls gasped, all the boys wished that the stalker had gotten to them, and I was still frozen. That story was the exact same as mine except that I was born in Greenville.
I plucked up the courage and set myself free from my paralyzed state to ask a question.
“W–wyatt?” I had a hard time pronouncing his name for the first time. He was surprised that I said his name.
“Did you live in New Port, North Carolina or California?” I wanted some difference between the places we moved.
“Neither,” he replied with a circuitous face. “It was the U.K.”
My eyes grew wide. Was this guy stalking me? Wyatt gripped my arms with his strong hands and asked, “Are you okay?”
“That’s funny,” spoke up Justin, shaking in jealousy. Wyatt still had his hands on my arms.
“What’s funny?” He was worried because of my expression but his tone was not in curiosity for what was funny at all. I heard his question before it reached his lips. Thank the Vampire Nobles that I didn’t have to say it.
“Taylor has lived in all the places that you’ve been to and she says that she’s been stalked, too.” Justin asked suspiciously. He looked at me in wide eyes. Big mistake.
His luscious, chocolate–brown eyes stared into my cold, hazel ones. Then I saw it, something that did not make this boy human. We stood there, mesmerizing each other, again. Mrs. Willowsky didn’t even stop us. I tried to “hear” what he was thinking but…
Hey! What gives? I couldn’t think much clearly after that. I fell into the mist again. Just staring into his eyes was all I ever needed now. Emotion came back and did the same thing; broke up into Happiness, Joy, Excitement, and Love. This time, I agreed with them, even Love. If my heart could beat, it would be a hummingbird.
“Okay you two!” yelled Mrs. Willowsky so loud that our heads snapped to her. “Break it up, I don’t need two students trying to show off in their kissing skills.”
I blinked. Kissing skills? I saw that every face in this room had pure sense of hatred carved into their childlike faces. The atmosphere was tense. I noticed that I was not standing up straight, but merely bent backwards. I felt two hands on my back; one of them snaked around my waist. I felt warmth very close to my frozen body. I turned my head to look straight and saw Wyatt’s face right there, his nose touching mine ever so slightly. My hands were not on the side anymore, for I – supposedly – subconsciously on one hand, entwined my fingers in his hair until they got tangled, and the other clamping the back of his shirt.
“Holy Lysander,” I said. Everyone stifled a laugh except Wyatt, whose expression was appalled. I can’t believe that I just used a vampire expression in front of everyone. I felt ashamed that I almost exposed my secret.
Totally embarrassed at what we did without memory, let go of each other quickly and trembled a bit for our bodies were still intoxicated with each other’s scent.
“Thank you. Now, please return to your seats.” She gave us the hawk-eye that freaked me out. Once we returned to our seats, at the corner of my eye, I saw that Wyatt was giving a look filled with perplexity and fear that was easy to decipher. He was wondering about my choice of words when I used a vampire term.
“Ugh. Why does that girl always get all the boys crawling at her feet?” whispered a girl named Lory Witherspoon to her rude, snotty rich friend, Raiyne Garcia.
“I don’t know what’s so special about her. She’s poor!” she replied in the same tone of disgust and volume. She started to ruffle her hair to make Wyatt notice her.
Ha. You have no idea in what I’m capable of. And I’m not poor. I thought. I saw that Wyatt paid no attention to her at all; clearly, he was focused on me.
“What’s your problem?” I whispered. Maybe I should try a theory of mine, to see if he really is…
“Nothing. It’s just that your expression is odd, but I’ve heard of it before,” he added in a strained voice. That’s what shocked me; he knew the expression, used by vampires.
“Taylor!” said Mrs. Willowsky out of nowhere.
I snapped my head abruptly to her.
“Yes?” I asked in surprise, bewildered in what she thought I did.
“I don’t have a spare book, so you have to share with Wyatt until we can order a new one.” She sighed. No class has more than twenty students, and I get stuck with twenty-five.
My eyes widened. No! No! No! Why me? I was on the edge of crying, luckily that it didn’t spill over. If Mrs. Willowsky didn’t have an extra book, then we’ll have to do Trig homework… together…
I gulped. It would be even worse since my family are ravenous vampires.
“Mrs. Willowsky, could he just borrow somebody else’s? My family caught the flu,” I tried to protest. She didn’t seem to understand that last part. Wyatt raised an eyebrow with skepticism.
“What do you mean you’re family has caught the flu? Your sister and brother seemed fine. Why would Wyatt go to your house?” she asked suspiciously.
Wasn’t it obvious? “Doesn’t Wyatt have to do homework? And without the book he can’t do it?” I said, slowly decreasing my speed of speech for I just noticed that she didn’t have that in mind, until now.
Oh crap! I can’t believe that I just gave an invitation! And if my theory is correct, Wyatt’s going to be dead!
Wait! said Logic, popping into my head. If our theory is correct, then we want him dead.
Oh yeah. I thought about it for a second, visualizing Wyatt dead, on the cold floor with his blood pooling around him, soaking his charcoal hair. His chocolate-brown eyes, blank, dead.
No! No, no, no, no! I don’t want that! I shook my head violently.
“Great idea, Taylor,” said Mrs. Willowsky in a sort of proud voice yet, confused with my shaking head. “And I see that your brother and sister are just fine, especially Brycen,” she paused for a moment. “Why were you shaking your head?”
“Because, um… This question,” I pointed to any random number in the book. “I don’t quite get it.”
She craned her neck to see what number I was pointing to. “Oh, that’s simple.” she turned around and started to explain. I sighed. I guess this was inevitable.
Something caught my attention, it was very familiar; it made a chocolate factory smell spoiled, it made a meadow of flowers smell rotten. It was toxic; it made me crave for it, half of it in a bad way. I felt my hunger raise, my thirst for… blood.
Crap! Not now, not yet. I thought. I pushed down a lump in my throat. Logic came popping into my head, thinking of many different ways to be alone with this guy; so far, I counted twenty strategies. Emotion was yelling at the monster that craved for blood.
My head was about to crack. I placed my head in my hands, my breathing got wheezy and shallow. Something warm touched my arm. I flinched.
“Are you okay Taylor?” asked Wyatt so quietly that I was quite sure that I was the only one able to hear it. His voice was anxious and prepared, prepared if he had to carry me somewhere. Even though I couldn’t read his thoughts, I can feel it.
I sighed. “No, I feel absolutely horrible. I want to go home.” It was true, the monster was yelling back at Emotion, Logic’s loud ideas; I couldn’t take it anymore. I buried my face again in my arms, wishing that Brycen were here, soothing me, with Jodii and Jaycen at his side.
“Mrs. Willowsky?” asked Wyatt right in the middle of another explanation. It annoyed her, but I didn’t look up to tell Wyatt that he shouldn’t interfere. Everything was all meddled up that it made me queasy.
“Yes, Mr. Chase?”
“May I help Taylor to the nurse’s office? She doesn’t feel good.” I felt many eyes on me, I peeked a little to see Wyatt’s expression. It was filled with concern. That surprised me, to see somebody show sympathy to the person that has a conspiracy against him.
“Sure, but I didn’t hear any complaints on her behalf. Why do you say that she doesn’t feel good?” Mrs. Willowsky asked suspiciously.
“She’s ice cold,” was all he said. Mrs. Willowsky gestured her hand as a sign to let him go. I didn’t want to do anything; I just wanted to cry on Brycen’s shoulder. I don’t want the monster inside of me bursting out.
I hardly noticed what Wyatt was doing but he picked me up and carried me in his arms, leaving once again, the children jealous. I started quivering.
“Umm, it’s okay. Where do you want to go?” He patted my head awkwardly, and strangely enough, he was carrying me with one hand without shaking under my weight.
Before I could answer, the bell rang, causing me to jump in surprise and Wyatt to clutch me to his chest, protecting me. Hi scent was burning my throat in searing agony. I couldn’t hold it any longer, I cried on his chest, soaking his sleeveless shirt.
“I want Brycen, he’s the only one that can help me now.” I sobbed.
“I drop you off home, but first, we have to let them know.” He put slight pressure on the back of my head, but all the same, it brought me closer to him. I knew what he meant by them.
“Can you keep a secret?” He asked while we were walking to the front office.
“Yes,” I said, not regretting what his secret might be. “I, Taylor Jeanne d‘Ark Evans, swear to you, Wyatt Layamon Chase, the sun, the moon, and the stars, that I shall not repeat any secrets of you, Wyatt Layamon Chase, unless given permission by you.” I didn’t care if I used the vampire and were-wolf term of a non-breakable vow. He seemed satisfied with that.
“Can you keep a secret?” I crinkled my nose, clinging onto his now damped shirt.
“Yes. I, Wyatt Layamon Chase, swear to you, Taylor Jeanne d’Ark Evans, the sun, the moon, and the stars, that I shall not repeat any secrets of you, Taylor Jeanne d’Ark Evans, unless given permission by you,” he swore solemnly. “Sorry but, this is going to be sudden.”
While confused by his statement, he ran with blinding speed. It was exhilarating and unexpected. Before I could even gasp, we were already at the front office.
I looked up to his eyes where he was eagerly waiting for my response. I couldn’t say anything, my theory is… correct. Everything got darker around me; I didn’t want to hurt Wyatt. His expression darkened.
“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to – ah, man, I didn’t mean for this to happen,” he apologized.
Neither did I, I thought. I fell in love with the enemy. But who was I to blame? This particular were-wolf appealed to me.
By just knowing that we’re bitter enemies, I sobbed even harder than before. He didn’t comfort me this time, but I could feel his heart pounding. He walked, but I didn’t pay any attention where we were going.
“Mr. Saiya?” I heard Wyatt say. He was speaking to the receptionist at the counter. Whether the sudden sight of us appearing confused Mr. Saiya, the fact that I was held tightly in Wyatt’s arms, or both, I didn’t pay any attention. I wouldn’t be surprised if I remained this way, shocked, guilty, despair, and paralyzed.
“Y-yes? What is it that you want, Wyatt Chase was it?” He cocked his head sideways, or that’s what I thought he did when I heard his joints popping.
“I need to take Taylor home, she’s not feeling well,” he said, ignoring the second question. I flinched when he said my name but also when his voice sounded like he was planning more than just bringing me home.
“Well, um… I, ah, sure. Take her home, but don’t you need to go to class?”
“No sir,” he said. Mr. Saiya jumped a little when he was addressed as sir. “My mom said that I need to help put everything away for our new house. Plus she doesn’t want to break any mirrors,” he added.
“Okay, that was very wise of her. Good luck,” was all he said before writing down a slip for the both of us. Could this receptionist really be stupid? He’s not supposed to let us go; then again, he’s superstitious.
Wow, he really does act like that. I heard someone thought, though it was very faint. I recognized the “voice”, it was Wyatt! I can finally hear his thoughts. I didn’t rejoice as much as I thought it would have helped me be distracted. My stomach started quenching again.
“Wyatt, there’s no need,” I mumble in a hoarse whisper.
“I need to figure out who you are. I can tell that… that you’re not human,” he whispered back so low that it was impossible for a human ear to understand. My head flashed to his face.
“Lets go,” he said. He put me down, I immediately felt relief, but only at first. Suddenly, I felt the urge to jump in his arms again, but I didn’t take a chance. I felt playful though. Awkward, I was crying for a minute, now I'm playful. Strange.
“Thank you Mr. Saiya. I race you to your bike,” I added under the same volume of his voice before.
A smile flickered onto his face. “You’re on.”
I walked gracefully out the door and ran full speed to his motorcycle. I was there in about one third of a second. His mouth hung open.
“To find out what I am, I need to find what you are,” I said, crinkling my nose. He nodded as a sign of understanding, but he was still shocked.
He walked over to me, slowly, but then he stopped abruptly. I looked into his mind to see what the problem was. It was a bit fuzzy but I could tell that he was having a vision.
It showed many faces of the students here with jealous faces staring at Wyatt and me, whom us two were ¾I gulped¾holding hands. Raiyne was there, yelling her head off and flushing deep purple.
We were suddenly pulled out of the vision. We both quickly hopped onto the motorcycle and jammed the helmets on our heads.
“Go!” I nearly cried in his ear. He thrust the engine to life and drove away.
I heard someone yell in disbelief.
“Is that Wyatt, with Taylor?” I recognized the voice; it was Raiyne.