Jessica
I jump out of the bed and show my claws, and I hiss at him because, yes, that's supposed to be normal. I look at the claws and I put them down, slowly realising that all that happened last night wasn't a dream, and it all happened.
"Oh my God, I killed vampires," I say in shock, like it didn't happen, and it did.
"Nocturnes, and yeah you looked amazing doing it." he says in that soothing voice of his he used to get into my head.
And it worked all the time because I allowed it too. But never again.
"Amazing? I just killed a bunch of people!"
"No, they're not people, darling, they're monsters. You saved a bunch of humans that night. Well, except for that poor guy who thought he was going to lose his virginity that night."
Oh yes, the guy I thought was a threat, he's dead because he was killed by a vam-Nocturne.
Oh my God, a boy was killed by a supernatural creature that's only supposed to exist in movies. And I killed those creatures with ease, and witches exist.
I place my hands on my face in wondrous shock. "What the fuck is even happening right now?" I ask no one in particular, but my next question is guarded toward him. "Did I die and now I'm in some kind of weird reality?" I can feel the tears threatening to leave my eyes. The thought of being dead makes me emotional.
But do dead people even cry?
"No, no." He stands up looking tall and handsome and elegant he has to be some kind of angel. He places the tray of sausages and bacon and scrambled eggs on the bed and I look at them in shock because that's what I love eating for breakfast everyday.
How did he know that I love that unless God told him that? Oh my God, he exists- God exists.
The handsome guy standing before me lets out a sigh. "You did die, in a car crash after you caught your boyfriend and best friend-"
I raise my hand in front of his face, stopping him from going any further. He should please spare me the details. I don't want to relive that moment.
"Okay, moving on… you died and I saw you and I brought you back to life," he says putting his hand in his pocket and licking his full lips with his tongue standing tall in his curly hair, his eyes are light brown when they're not emerald green and damn this guy is so sexy but I'm too confused to focus on his transcending aura.
"How the fuck did you do that? The doctor said it was a fatal accident, and I wasn't even supposed to survive." And it clicked, I wasn't supposed to survive, it was this guy who brought me back to life after all. But how.
"I gave you one of my nine lives," he says slowly like a kid who just broke a vase and is coming clean to his mother. But this mother is still so confused.
"Huh?" I say, begging him to elaborate more on that.
"I'm a Nytheri, a descendant of the Goddess Bastet we're werecats but we're not called that we're just called Nytheri. We're half human half cat demi gods with cat like powers and nine lives. And we can borrow someone a life if they die and when I saw you dead I wanted you back, I was obliged to bring you back."
Nytheri.
That's what the vam- I mean the nocturne kept calling me. I nod my head, understanding that part. Okay, he's a descendant of a Goddess with cat powers. He's a part of the supernatural. But I want to know one thing. No, a lot of things.
"How did you lend me your life? And why did you feel obliged to save me?"
"Uh." he laughs nervously then scratches the back of his head nervously. He doesn't look like someone who should be nervous at all but for some reason he is. What the fuck did he do?
"You can bring a human back to life by kissing them on the lips so the venom mixes in with their saliva, which can travel through the blood and make the heart beat again," he says.
"So you kissed me."
"Yes, I'm sorry, I just had to bring you back. You were too beautiful to die."
Wow, I'm officially the black Snow White.
"So why did you feel obliged to save me? Why would you bring me back to life when you don't know me?"
"Well, it feels like I've known you my whole life."
And for that I am even more confused because what the hell is this nigga saying?
"All Nytheris have a wildcat in them. Mine is a lion and that wildcat wants you, he craves you, he wants to do anything for you." he walks closer to me and I don't even stop him or try to react because I've been left frozen and it feels like he's the one who commanded me to freeze through his weird mind control thing.
Anyway, I don't move because his piercing light brown eyes look straight into mine, and I don't know how to move them. I dare not move them.
"He wants to protect you and show you that you are more than just a shy girl who lets everyone walk all over her. Your boyfriend was fucked up for what he did."
Aaaaand there it goes. The spark is gone.
I look away, annoyed that he even brought Jeremy up.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry I shouldn't have brought him up."
"No." I fold my arms. "You shouldn't have."
"I'm sorry, it's just that what he did was so…"
"Fucked up, screwed up, dumb stupid." I finish saying,g and it's weird saying all these words because the me before would not have said these words out loud. I hated cursing, and I hated bad words.
But here I am, in a stranger's penthouse, a hot stranger's penthouse, and I'm busy saying words and looking him straight in the eye.
I barely looked Jeremy straight in the eye, it's crazy. Did I die and become another person?
"Does this mean I've come back as a Nytheri?"
"Yes, you're no longer human. You're one of us." he says with a smile on his face like he's been waiting for this his whole life.
I don't hate the idea, I mean, I felt the thrill of it last night. And I am his mate, wow. He is hot, so I'm not complaining.
"So what wildcat is in me, a leopard, a cheetah?" My face drops when I think of one. "A domestic cat."
He laughs and I giggle.
"I don't know, but you'll find out after the next crescent moon, which is next month."
Wow, rules.
I nod my head, understanding this whole thing.
"How did you do the whole communication with the mind thing ? Can all Nytheris do it?"
"No, only destined mates."
Huh, destined mates.
I want to ask him more questions, but his phone buzzed,s then he looks at it and he sighs.
"I have to get to work." he gets a move on.
"But wait, I have so many questions."
"Uh, there's a book shelf in the living room filled with all that you seek, there are snacks in the kitchen, don't forget to eat your breakfast and I'll come back to answer more of your questions. Okay?"
"Wait, you want me to spend a whole day locked up in your penthouse."
"You're not going to be locked up. It's our penthouse now. What's mine is yours."
That makes me blush, but at the same time worried because the last time someone told me that he cheated on me with my best friend.
But there's something about this one that's so different, not like Jeremy at all. Like we were truly destined to be with each other, that we belonged together.
"My name's Miles, by the way, Miles Gonzalez."
Miles.
"And I'm Jessica," I say.
"I know."
He knows, of course, he does. We both stare at each other again. I am keeping eye contact, this whole thing is so fucking strange.
He's the first to remove eye contact.
"Okay, I'll see you later. Please make yourself at home, do anything, throw a party, a rager even. I'll see you soon, let me just get to my meeting." He walks out of the room leaving me in one of his bedrooms.
Or dare I say one of our bedrooms?
I've managed to accept that this is my new life now, but it's still a bit strange.
I look over to the bed and I see the breakfast I eat every day.
First question when he comes back.
How the hell does he know what I love to eat for breakfast?