Much later I heard the creek of my window that I had been waiting for. Still it made me jump and whirl around. I was half expecting a vampire to come stalking murderously through the window. It was a vampire. The white skin flashed as the pale moonlight hit it and the sharply defined features were the picture of devastating beauty. Two gold eyes tinged with butterscotch stared at me worriedly, gauging my reaction.
'Bella honey, it's me, I'm not going to hurt you'
I ran forwards, tripping clumsily into his hard arms. He caught me gently and whispered 'I missed you'. That simple statement tipped me over the edge. I pressed by face into his shoulder, as silent tears shook my body.
I arose from my hysteria what felt like hours later, his shirt was see through and sticking to his perfectly muscled chest. Another stab of pain pierced my already fragile heart. This Adonis cradling me in his arms couldn't ever be meant for me. At this thought I crawled away from him, he let me make my way to the bed alone, but I needed his support. Stumbling and tripping, my constant companions, the reminders of our differences, accompanied me; I finally made it to my bed and crawled, like a seal to the sea into it's' sanctuary.
Curled up beneath the covers, I felt an icy arm wind around me, I leaned into it. Pulling myself into a sitting position I curved myself around his body, pressed myself to him and looked up into his deep amber coloured eyes. He lifted me into his arms then, holding me curled in a tight ball with my blanket wrapped around me. I twisted, resting my cheek against his angular jaw, turning my head so my nose could skim it. Slowly I traced my way up his face and disentangling my hands from the blankets, pressed their warmth to his stone cold, sculptured chest.
My fingers searched the contours of his body, finding his neck, sliding up to his face, where my cheek rested. I moved one of my hands past his jaw curling it around the back of his head , I rested my head in dip of his neck, hands still exploring his face, tracing his lips.
'Bella, what is wrong, you seem so nervous, so anxious'
'I need you to be real' was my only statement.
'I am here, always'
At this I stifled a sob, but he noticed how could he not? Lifting my chin, he curved his neck, his eyes deep gold now, penetrated mine, and our lips touched. ' I will never leave you again', he whispered in between kisses.' 'I am here forever'.
'Forever' I asked brokenly.
'Forever'.
