Mate, You Are My Enemy

Chapter 9: Proposal

Diana’s pov

He was ready to walk out of the room.

“Stop.” My voice sounded almost foreign in my own ears.

I don’t know what to say to him, but something tells me that I should say something.

I have made up my mind, and maybe I want to give him a proper goodbye.

What the hell am I even saying?

Why would I want to give him a proper goodbye?

Why did I stop him from walking out the door?

Is it because of my stupid pride?

Because I couldn’t bear the thought that he would be the one to have the last word?

Or is it because I really want to say goodbye to him?

“Your father killed my parents, and some of your pack members helped. You can’t possess my soul because I won’t let you anywhere near me. Like it or not, mate, you are my enemy,”. I made sure that he heard every word, made it a point to look him in the eyes as I said this.

He just smiled like he always does when he doesn’t take me seriously.

The same smile that told me he didn’t believe a word I was saying or that he just didn’t care.

“Well then, we shall see, mate, because you are my obsession,” he retorted and then walked out without another word.

I sat down on the couch in the room and looked at where he had disappeared.

This night has made a few things extremely clear to me.

The first is that I am still weak; I need to get stronger if I want to avenge my parents.

And the second one was that it won’t happen if I stay in that place.

Those people don’t want to teach me, and they don’t want me around.

Not only that, but in that place I am basically under Ezra’s protection.

I am convinced that he has a split personality with how he is.

One moment, he is gentle, the next cold, as you are still processing, he is obsessive and possessive.

If I ever want to become strong, then I need to get out under his protection.

There was a knock on the door, and I sat there with a frown.

I know I was in my head, but I didn’t hear any footsteps or catch a scent.

Then who the hell is knocking on my f*****g door?

I walked towards the door, making sure to take out my dagger from my bag, and opened the door.

My thoughts before I opened it were that it was Ezra who was knocking.

He can do that, be as silent as a gentle breeze.

But the red eyes that welcomed me weren’t Ezra’s eyes at all.

I looked at their owner, and I found myself frowning.

Why does this man have the same eyes as Ezra?

I thought those eyes were a rare trait that hasn’t been seen in centuries.

“Who are you?” The stranger chose to ignore my question and gestured that I follow him.

I stood my ground.

“Who the f**k are you?” I asked him once again, and he sighed.

“My boss would like to see you; he says he has a proposal for you,” was all the man was willing to say, and he walked towards the elevator.

I have been told this all my life, and I am sure every child has: ‘stranger danger’.

But I am also a very curious person, and we all know what happens to curious little cats.

This man has the same eyes as Ezra and I want to know how.

I would like to know why. Because for whatever reason, this man might have answers for me about my mate.

I followed him, and he led me to a bar that we had been in earlier that day.

Headed straight to the vip, I couldn’t help but look at his feet.

He really wasn’t making a sound, and he almost seemed like an illusion.

If he didn’t have a shadow following him around, I would have thought so.

He stopped at a vip door and slowly opened it.

He gestured that I walk inside, and I looked at him with a frown.

He doesn’t talk much, or it's because he doesn’t like me much.

I walked in, and the first thing I saw was the man sitting on the couch.

His eyes were on the stage outside, looking at everyone through the glass window.

No sound could be heard from here, but he seemed so invested that he got curious.

I looked outside as well, and I could see what he was seeing.

From here, all you can see are people who are living their best lives.

Making out without a care in the world.

Dancing and drinking like there is no tomorrow.

“It does get old, you know. All these endless parties and even s*x,”.

His voice startled me out of my thoughts because it was so smooth and somewhat ancient.

He looked at me, his red eyes standing out more than anything.

There aren’t many people in this world who could match Ezra’s beauty.

But this man is a close second.

Clearly very tall, dressed in dark red that matches his eyes.

“You don’t look like someone who should be saying that. You are still young,” was all I could say.

From the looks of it, he seems to be in his late twenties.

He smiled at me and then raised his cup of wine to his lips.

“I am older than I look,” were the only words he said before taking a sip.

That liquid, that scent- I was so absorbed by everything that I didn’t notice the metallic scent in the air.

I looked at his glass, and it seemed like my hunch was right because he smirked.

That was thick, thicker than any wine I have ever seen in my entire life.

But it’s not possible.

This smooth voice that is elegant and refined, the way he carries himself, and not only that, but also the blood.

“That is not possible; vampires have been extinct for centuries now. The Alpha King back then made it a point to wipe them off the face of the earth,” I found myself blurting out.

“Well then, if that is the case, then what am I?” the stranger asked.

He showed me his fangs, and his red eyes glowed.

Then something hit me, if all vampires have red eyes, then it means.

How the hell is that even possible?