Chapter One

EMMANUELLE

Emmanuelle looked across the room and saw that she was alone. She was in a hospital -she knew that, and her arm was broken. She knew she had been in an accident and her boyfriend was involved too but he was worse for sat up slowly in her dark hospital room and she felt a small tug at her arm as she did so, there was something attached to her arm- a tube that was pumping fluids into her. She traced the tube up to a plastic sack that was half filled with transparent liquid that seemed to glitter the more she stared at it. She decided to tear the tube from her arm, it hurt a little but she didn’t care…the only thing on Emmanuelle’s mind was going to find her boyfriend, Evan, who was in intensive care.

As soon as she put her feet on the ground the dizziness began, and she almost fell back on her bed but she decided she couldn’t let a little dizziness stop the sudden urge to throw up…

The urge to get to Evan was so strong that she could almost hear his heartbeat in her ears (or maybe it was her own), and she could hear his voice in her head, calling her name- over and over again. And so she stood up carefully and took a deep breath and said quietly to herself.

I’m coming, Evan.

The accident had happened earlier that night when Emmanuelle and Evan had been riding together on Evan’s motorcycle. Emmanuelle could remember all too well- at first the beautiful, calm, serenity of it all; just her and Evan and the full moon, pouring its light down on the both of them. She had been shouting to him ‘I love you!’ and he had been shouting back ‘I love you too.’ But then darkness swept across her field of vision causing her to scream, then her vision returned and she saw Evan swerving; she felt his fear mingled with her own- though his was considerably stronger. Though she remembered herself thinking- I’m going to die!- then she remembered water.

She had been underwater. Her bubbles of vital lost breath floating up above her and she watched as her bubbles escaped to the surface when she could not.

Oh my god I am going to die! She had remembered thinking and then everything went dark again- then she awoke to find herself in the hospital surrounded by family.

Emmanuelle approached two white double doors labelled ‘INTENSIVE CARE UNIT’, she pushed them open and immediately walked down the corridor to a door with the number 5683. She didn’t know how she knew but she knew it was Evan’s room, so she went inside.

He wasn’t awake and he had so much machines hooked up to him that she wondered if that was all that was keeping him alive. She moved slowly towards him and touched his handsome face, she wished he would wake up, she supposed it was her own fault that he was lying there. If she had not screamed he would have never swerved and the crash would not have happened.

She kissed his lips. ‘I’m sorry, Evan…I’m sorry I caused this,’ she mumbled.

She kissed him again and then turned away.

She didn’t see Evan’s eyes flutter as she walked towards the doorway.

‘Emma,’ He mumbled.

‘Evan?’ she gasped and turned around.

EVAN

It had been Malcolm that had made Emmanuelle scream, Evan knew it had had felt what she had felt too…the sense of darkness that seemed to engulf her, it was Malcolm trying to get to Evan, but Evan wouldn’t let him. But when he heard Emmanuelle scream it had scared him and so he had swerved…he lost control. That girl was his only weakness, she was the only reason that he was in that hospital bed, hooked up to all those machines. She may have been only mortal but she was the strangest mortal he had ever set eyes on, she was so beautiful, so full of love and kindness, he just knew that she was someone he needed to be close to. Emmanuelle looked down into his eyes and she smiled.

‘Oh, you’re okay!’

‘I don’t feel okay,’ Evan said, he lied, he felt fine.

Being immortal had it’s perks, being able to heal wounds that would be fatal to a mortal, so despite the fact that Evan had been on the verge of death a few hours ago he was perfectly fine just wondered how he would explain that to the doctors and to Emmanuelle.

They would probably explain it as being a miracle…performed by God, or something like that...

EMMANUELLE

‘I hope you get better soon…I probably shouldn’t even be here; I’m stopping you from resting up,’ Emmanuelle said she touched Evan’s face, he took hold of her hand and he smiled at her.

‘Make sure you visit me in the morning, okay?’ He said to her with a small smile.

Emmanuelle nodded and she left him alone in the room, she walked slowly back down the deserted corridors, not noticing that there was someone watching her from the shadows. She walked on unaware.

EVAN

He knew that Malcolm was near by, he could feel him, and sure enough there he was standing in the doorway. Evan looked at him.

‘I didn’t mean to hurt the girl.’ Malcolm said and he came over to where Evan lay. ‘I didn’t even mean to hurt you.’

‘I don’t even want to hear it…’

‘I see she is okay though.’

‘Yes.’ Evan said slowly.

‘She hasn’t changed yet…?’

‘Changed yet? What are you talking about?’ Evan asked quickly, he was confused.

'You know you make mortals immortal with special kisses...?'

Evan was silent, he had kissed Emmanuelle many times, but to him she didn’t seem different at all…she just seemed like the same old Emmanuelle.

‘You’re very quiet…what have you done, Evan?’ Malcolm stepped closer to Evan.

Evan closed his eyes. ‘Nothing…’

‘You've given her the kiss?’ Malcolm exclaimed.

‘I've given her many kisses...she isn’t an immortal though!’ Evanexclaimed as he opened his eyes. ‘She’s still mortal isn’t she?’

Malcolm turned away. ‘We will have to see,’ he said and he left the room.

Evan tried to sit up but there was so many things attached to him that he found himself stuck.

‘Malcolm!’ he yelled out. ‘What are you going to do?’