He'd almost had her - the look on her face as she reached a hand out to pluck away that hair in his eyes. Having no ability to look into a mirror made it bloody difficult to dress every evening.
Then it was back, the sound of her heartbeat starting to race, and he almost had her.
But then she pulled back and started to scream. The sound was not only deafening - it hurt his eardrums. He was literally in pain from the sound of it. That's when it struck him. The scent. The sound. The reason why he'd managed to make puppy-dog eyes at her and go all weak at the knees when she'd come into Honeydukes.
She had to have Veela in her blood. Of course, it made sense, now that he remembered.
With a speedy step and his vampire strength, his hand was over her mouth as he stopped her from running. "Gabrielle," he was pleading now, and trying to let tears fall from his eyes. "I don't want to hurt you - I can't feed from you even if I wanted." As soon as he'd realised she had Veela blood, he knew it would make him ill. Now he was pretty angry about that, but he could salvage this situation.
"Please?" He tried not to hurt her as his hand stayed over her mouth, but he was willing to remove it. "I don't want my brother coming here and trying to set me on fire again."