Tara

I was sitting at the dining table, pushing my chicken wing around my plate with my fork. I hate being here; hate being force into living with a vampire for the rest of my life. I was taken from my friends, family, I don't get why I'm here. I take a small bite of my chicken, it tastes rough and dry. I spit the remains into my napkin. I take my plate and throw the rest away.

I hear footsteps behind me, soon two arms are wrapped my waist. I smelt Steve's hot breath on my cheek.

''What do you want''?

''Nothing, just seeing if you finished dinner yet''. I tried to get out of his grip but he held me tight.

''I did''. I spat, breaking away from him. He stared into my eyes, his dark brown eyes turned red. I stepped back against the wall.

''I want to go home''. I said, my voice shaking a bit.

''You can't, your mine now''. He said, evil dripping from his tongue. He grabbed my waist and pulled me close, I shook my head. We were backed against the wall. I could feel Steve kissing my neck.

''Stay with me''. He whispered, his eyes pleaded. For a moment I actually felt bad, but that faded away when he tried to bite my neck.

''You asshole''. I screamed, grabbing a plate, then slamming it on his head. He screamed in pain, releasing me. I ran out of the dining room, into the small corridor, leading to the screen door. I ripped the door open, and raced off the front steps. In the distance, there was Steve's blue pickup truck. I ran over and pulled on the door handle. Shit! I said through gritted teeth, it was locked. Soon I was grabbed by the hair I was faced by Steve.

''Where the hell do you think you're going''? He said. I kicked and screamed, but it was no use.

''Let me go, please''. I felt tears streaming down my cheeks. Steve stopped pulling and faced me. He grabbed my arms, not force full but caringly.

''Who knows you more than anyone, huh,''. He shouted, I stood there now silent, my face tear stained.

''Who actually paid attention to what you had to say''. I tried to block it out. But he wouldn't shut up.

''I was the one who helped you with your nightmares, not your parents''.

I slammed my fists into his chest, I hated him so much.

''I hate you, I hate you so much''. I yelled, my vision blurred by tears. After a few hits, he stopped my hands, gripping them tightly.

''No, you don't''.

''Yes, I do''. But I was lying to him and myself. He lifted my chin; I glanced up into those cruel eyes. Steve gave me a small smile then leaned forward. In seconds, he was kissing me. Usually, his kisses were rough I was surprised to find this one different from the others, like he actually wanted to kiss me. I found my hands in his dark hair. His hand cupped my cheek carefully, like I was fragile. He lifted me up, my legs around his waist. The rest was a blur; I remember lying in front of the fireplace. His hands running up and down my body. I pulled away for a short moment. Steve's eyes were soft and so affectionate.

''Steve''. I said, barely in a whisper. He was taking off his shirt, when our eyes met.

''If this is going to happen, can you be gentle''. I asked quietly. He nodded, planting a kiss on my forehead.

He kept his promise. He took everything slow, his hands were delicate, he asked me for reassurance in every decision we made. In the end, I was laying in his lap, while he stroked my hair.

''Am I your first''? I stuttered. He laughed in my hair.

''I'm being serious''. I scolded.

''Yes''. He stated. We were silent going up the stairs to the bedroom. I slipped into the bed and snuggled into his shoulder.

''Steve''.

''What''?

''I don't hate you, you know that, right?''.

His smile lightens the darkness, ''Yeah, I know''. He rolled over to face the wall, I wanted to ask more but I drifted into a deep sleep.

AN: Just an Idea that popped up.