Thousand Years

CHAPTER 4- The Encounter

Alora was dressed in a short, tight black dress with a deep cut v-neck. She was wearing black stockings and a pair of high heels. She was not ugly and she knew that. Cassy always says that she was one of the prettiest girls she had ever seen but, Lora never took it to heart.

She was thin and tall. Almost too tall for a girl. She had black hair that came down to her waist which she now had tied up into a messy bun to match her outfit. She had a bit of makeup on since it was required and her name tag read Rocco.

She picked up the drinks from the counter giving a small smile to Damien, the guy who worked at the bar. In fact, the only guy who worked for Madame. She turned to go towards the table where her regular customers waited when she felt a chill run down her spine. She was sure someone was staring at her.

Lora looked around to see two piercing eyes staring at her intently. They were the coldest eyes she had ever seen. His face reflected no emotion whatsoever but she just couldn't take his eyes off him. It took her a while to realize she too was staring at him. She quickly looked away and went to the two gentlemen waiting for her, served them the drinks and took a seat at their table.

They started talking and laughing. But she had no idea what was going on because the only thing on her mind right now was those blue eyes. She had a clear view of the man who looked like he just stepped out of a magazine cover. She slowly looked at him again only to see him still staring at her.

She just couldn't take her eyes off of him as she felt a familiarity in those deep blue pools. But she could not recall seeing him anywhere. And a face like that, you would never forget it, if you had seen once. She turned back to her customers with a fake polite smile and started pretending like she was interested in their conversation. 

Not even two minutes passed, she felt the sudden urge to look back at him again. When she turned to see, he was gone. Weird, she thought. She did not see anyone go out the door. It was in her direct line of sight.

She shook her head returned her attention back to the conversation that she had no interest in.

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It was like Adrian dissipated into thin air. He might be a fallen angel, but he still had some of his powers left. So he can be faster than the human eye if he really wanted to. And he wanted to, now. He saw a hint of recognition pass through her eyes but he wasn't sure if he imagined it. He was shocked. So he left abruptly.

"What the hell is she doing here?" he shouted out loud in his car. He was frustrated. He had tried to find her for so long. "Twenty-f*****g-years", and she was here all along. The last time he saw her was 21 years ago, and he was too late by then.

He still remembered the first time he saw her. He remembered as if it was yesterday. One hundred years ago, on the other side of the world.

It was year 1920, in Dublin Ireland. Adrian was known by the name Lord Aiden Roche at the time. It was about 100 years after his Fall. By then he was well accustomed to living among humans, he almost felt like a human, almost. It took him years to adjust to the mundane lifestyle. He would not settle for the lifestyle of a commoner, he had to live like a lord. He was used to power. And he had realized that in this world, it was wealth that gave him power.

There were quite a number of estates and orchards under Lord Aiden's name. He was so fluent in Irish and Gaelic that no one suspected he was not a native. And in fact, he could speak 14 other languages with the perfect accent. Well, he literally had all the time in the world so why not learn. And also he couldn't stay in one place for more than ten years since people would notice that he never aged a day. So he was on the move constantly. Before Dublin, he was in Russia.

Aiden had made quite an impression after he moved to Dublin and everyone in the neighborhood and his friends believed that he had moved from some rural village in Ireland. Roche Manor, as everyone referred to his house, was indeed a manor. It was a beautiful two-storied building with seven rooms on each wing. In front of the manor was a huge, well kept garden. He had five beautiful horses in his stables.

Aiden was deep in thought in the couch that was in a corner of his well lit living room. It was a big room that had deep grey curtains hanging from unusually large windows that had a perfect view of the garden. The room had a big painting of a medieval artist. The chandeliers looked like crystal fountains. The ornaments kept in the room were all silver, which matched its ambience.

Aiden was interrupted by his deep thoughts when the butler cleared his throat. He quickly informed that he was supposed to attend a party at Overlord Fitzgerald's manor. He was a powerful man. And being on his good side was important for Aiden's new property acquisition business. 

It was a beautiful evening and Aiden had a good feeling about tonight. When is chauffeur stopped his latest Model T Ford, he got out proudly. The Fitzgerald Manor was huge. It was at least four times the size of his house. It had a massive entrance at the top of a flight of stairs. As he was about to take a step when another car came into view. It was the same model as his car and he was curious to see who the owner was.

As the bulter rushed to open the door, he saw that it was the mayor O'Donovan. He remained there till he got out of the car so that he good greet him as well. There was a woman with the mayor, ash he got out he slowly extended his hand and helped the woman out. And the next thing he knew was that he was staring at the most beautiful woman that he had ever laid his eyes upon since his arrival on earth.

His gaze locked with hers only to be mesmerized by those sinfully emerald eyes.