I woke up around 4:00am, outside still dark and the room empty and quiet. And my vampire was gone. I stood and shook my head, rubbing my eyes. I had been dreaming about something but couldn't remember what it was exactly. I sighed and walked toward the door and opened it to look outside in the hallway. Empty. Damnit. Pulling on a plain white t-shirt and black jogging shorts, I walked outside into the hallway.
Oh where oh where has my effing vampire lover gone. I started walking to the dining room, and jumped a foot as a voice spoke up from behind me.
"And where do you think your going, wolf boy?" A velvet soft voice asked me.
Whipping around ready for an attack I found myself staring at Rosalie. She was dressed in a simple crimson sweatshirt and blue faded black jeans. Her eyes were half closed as if she had just woken up but I knew that wasn't possible. Vampires don't sleep.
"Looking for Jess.
Have you seen him?"
She nodded, watching me. "Out hunting."
My eyes narrowed as I
watched her. Out of all of the Cullens, she was the least
predictable, the one who liked the werewolves the least. "Hunting
what? Animals, or humans?"
She smiled lazily, flipping back her
hair and her amber eyes looked behind me. "Oh," she said softly,
"I think a human. I don't think he could take being so close to a
favorite of his for so long, he needed something stronger to quench
his thirst." She looked back at me, and no her smile was sly. "But
don't worry Seth. I'm sure he's made sure that no one will find
his kill." With a soft laugh she disappeared.
I stood there staring at where she had been, and rubbed my eyes. Rose was psychotic. Especially at what she had said. What did she mean? Surely…No, Jess wouldn't have. He couldn't have, could he?
Clenching my fists and my lower lip, a growl burst from my throat and I stalked to the front hall and opened the door and was taking my shirt off when I felt a cold hand press against my chest and push me backwards lightly. Startled since I had the shirt over my head and hadn't been able to see, I almost fell down onto my backside but was saved by the same cold hand grabbing my waist band and pulling me forward.
"What are you doing out so late Seth?" The voice was cold, flat of all emotion but I could tell it was Jess.
Pulling the shirt down, I grinned like an idiot and shook my head. "Looking for you. Rose got me worried saying that you were out hunting some humans, but I knew that you wouldn't have done that. So how was hunting?" I was about to hug Jess when I looked at his eyes, which stopped me dead. They were amber but had crimson flicked at the edges.
"Jess…you…you didn't actually kill a human, did you?" I asked, my voice quavering like a child's as the possibility hit me. Because if he had drank from a human, he would have to be punished.
Jess looked at me and I saw him search my eyes. He was tense I realized, his stance rigid like he expected a fight. But after awhile he must have saw something to reassure him because his stance relaxed, and he became my Jess again, smiling and relaxed.
"No Seth, don't be silly. I was hunting bear but as I came back Edward suggested I drink some human blood stored in the hospital to relieve more of the burn. Sorry." He said, smiling abashedly as he shrugged his shoulders and looked away embarrassed.
I blinked. "The burn
was that bad? Why didn't you tell me?"
Softly so that I could
barely hear him he said, "Because I didn't want you to think you
were making me suffer. But come on, let's get back to bed." He
abruptly changed the topic and I was surprised to find myself
exhausted.
"Your right," I yawned and shook my head. "I could do with the bed." I let him lead me back to the bed and as he took off his clothes, which were a gray sweatshirt and gray sweatpants that he used to make people think he was a jogger when he went outside early in the mornings. I took my clothes off to my boxers and climbed underneath the covers and opened up my arms and he crawled in obediently and I gasped slightly as the full force of the coldness hit me. But I was a werewolf, and we ran at a higher temperature than humans that my own body heat and the covers kept me warm, and as I closed my eyes and was falling back to sleep, I could hear him singing a soft lullaby.
"Sleep my love, close your eyes,
The sun has not yet arised.
Do not fret, no dreams shall trouble you,
Sleep my love, fall to the world of dream's sweet embrace."
He continued to sing, and as sleep claimed me, I could have sworn as I took a last look into his eyes that I saw guilt and sorrow there. Then, blackness.
