The Prince's Beloved

~Chapter Three~

I couldn't help but stare at her. She was beautiful. I finally found her; after two full centuries, I have found her. My beloved. The only girl who will ever be exactly what I need... everything I could possibly want. And she was sitting in this room behind that desk.

She sat there in a casual t-shirt that was obviously too big for her, jeans, and a pair of sandals. Her long, waist-length, dark brown hair and greenish hazel eyes captured every ounce of my attention. I couldn't help but think to myself that she would be mine to spend the rest of my eternity with.

"Son, would you take a seat at an empty desk?" The teacher, Mr. Wilson if the nameplate on his desk was correct, asked. I shrugged as I walked to the seat just behind my beauty. As I passed her, I could smell roses, vanilla, and something else I couldn't quite pinpoint. I knew instantly that the aroma would be seared into my mind for eternity. It would become my drug. One to which I would happily become addicted.

I took my seat and noticed her stiffen slightly. Ahh... my little mate could sense my presence... good; that meant that her body was already beginning to recognize the bond. I wanted her to turn around and say something, anything. I wanted to hear her voice, to see her face; I desperately needed it.

I tapped her shoulder, taking note of the sensational tingles that shot through my hand at the contact, and asked her the first question that popped into my head. "Hey, sorry but do you have a pencil I could borrow?"

She turned in her seat to face me with slightly rosy cheeks. Note to self: make her blush as much as possible. "Um, yeah sure." She smiled sweetly and started rummaging through her bag. "Uh, all I have on me is a pen. Is that okay?" She asked timidly while holding up an average black pen.

"That'll be fine, thanks love." I smirked at her reddening blush as I took the pen from her hand. I made sure to make our fingers grazed softly, and I was rewarded with her blush darkening and spreading from her face towards her neck. I wonder just how far it goes... "What's your name?" I asked casually even though I was really dying to know. I wanted to know her name like a man in the desert wanted water. Like he desperately needed it.

"Gemma Faye." She offered her hand, and I gently took it.

"Gemma, a pleasure to meet you." I said with full sincerity as I brought her hand to my lips, and left a lingering kiss on her knuckles. Her eyes widened and a small shiver racked through her causing me to smile to myself. "Thanks for the pen."

"Y-you're welcome." She quickly turned back around and started paying attention to whatever was being said by the teacher. I continued to look at her for a few more seconds as she tucked a brown lock behind her ear and focused on the board situated at the frontof the room.

Gemma, my precious gem, the prophecy was spot on with that one. I couldn't help but smile at the thought . She was already fulfilling parts of the prophecy.

I continued to watch Gemma throughout the class period, like the stalker I apparently was. I didn't take notes or pay attention to Mr. Wilson. I didn't have to. This was history; I had lived through most of it. But today, today was the day when my life finally begins to start.