Chapter 6:
Matty's POV:
I woke up feeling engulfed by something really warm. I snuggled closer realizing it was my Mason. He smelt like he just took a shower. I open my eyes, and look over at my alarm clock, 9:04AM.
I jump up, "Mason!" I yell and start shaking him. He jumps up, and looks at me worriedly. "Matty, what's wrong?"
"You were supposed to be home hours ago!" I yell at him, but he doesn't freak out. Mason leans back on the headboard with a sullen expression, "Matty I'm not going back there." He says to me in a low tone.
"Mason what's wrong?" I ask, crawling up into his lap, and snuggling close to him. Mason wraps my comforter over my shoulders and holds me tightly.
"I left the Cullen's." He says. I pull back and look at him, "What do you mean? They're your family."
"They found out I snuck out, and then confronted me on it. I couldn't give an answer to their questions, and they got upset."
"What happened?" I ask.
"They were going to send me away to live with our cousins." The thought of Mason leaving broke my heart. "I wouldn't let that happen." I say in a hushed tone.
"You don't have to worry. I'm going to go get an apartment later today, our plans haven't changed." He says to me with a weak smile.
"Mason, you have to tell them." I state, trying to sound serious.
"Matty we've talked about this, I can't do that." He says.
"You mean you won't tell them. You can at least tell them about me. You don't have to mention anyone else, and I'll be right next to you." I can feel small tears forming in my eyes.
"Matty." Mason says as he caresses my cheek. "I don't want you to have to deal with my problems too." I start to feel angry as Mason's words bounce around my head. I glare at him for a moment.
"Mason, we're a team, and I'm not talking about the Sins, I mean you and me. You will not tell me what is best for me when you are too stubborn to do what is right for yourself!" I yell before getting out of bed and running into the bathroom. I lock the door, and starts calling my name, "Matty! Matty, open the door." He tries to open the door, but I keep my hand on the knob. After a few minutes he stops, "Alright, I'm sorry. Come out when you're ready. I'll be downstairs." I can hear him walk out of my bedroom and down the stairs.
I walk over to the shower, and turn it on. I don't wait for it to get warm before I get in, cold water doesn't bother my half dead flesh. I try to calm down as I shower off last night's activities, and try to understand where Mason is coming from.
Mason's family is all vampires, and all he knew growing up was vampire logic, and some werewolf. The only thing he thinks about is protecting those close to him, even if it hurts himself. He's strong, brave, and truly worth being called a leader; however, he needs to work on trusting people. He doesn't trust his family to handle the world he's been living in behind their backs, and he doesn't trust me and the other Sins to look after ourselves if we're introduced to the world he was born into. Instead of living in both peacefully, he feels like he has to split himself in two for the greater good. And now he's given up one half of himself in favor of the other, and that can't be good. I want Mason to be happy, and I just feel like if he allowed his family to know who he really is it would make everyone happy.
I finish up in the shower and then step out. I grab a towel from the cupboard next to the sink, and dry off. After I'm dry I proceed with the rest of my morning routine.
My mind just seems like it's on auto pilot. I drift through my room like a well, zombie. I throw on some black skinny jeans, a pink sweater, and some Hello Kitty socks, before I decide to go down stairs to see Mason.
My half vampire lover was sitting on the couch. There were two cups of coffee on the table, and Mason had a bowl of oatmeal with chunks of brain on top waiting for me. I sit next to him and grab the bowl off the table.
"Thank you." I say before taking a bite, it tasted like brains and peaches.
"Sure, Love." He says before leaning over to kiss my forehead. I smile up at him. I'm not going to give up on what I feel is right, but I don't want to fight anymore, so I'll let it go for now.
Mason and I had spent about half an hour on the couch eating breakfast, and watching some TV. Everything was quiet and nice, until Mason's phone rang.
Mason reached into his pocket, and pulled out a blue i-Phone. He pressed the green answer button, "Hey, Veronica." He says in a confused tone. Veronica never calls for any minor reason.
I move closer to Mason, so I can listen in.
"Mason, I know where he is!" Veronica sounds tired, and like she's going to pass out.
"Veronica, what are you talking about?"
"Him, the, the murderer, we have to get to London, today." Veronica says, in what sounds like a strangled tone.
Mason stands up, and I get up with him to keep listening in, "Veronica are you serious, have you told the others?"
"No, but we have to hurry. We don't have a lot of time." Veronica says.
"Ok, get packed. I'll call the others, and we'll be on a flight as soon as possible." Mason says in a very take charge way before hanging up his phone.
"Mason what's going on?"
"Veronica knows where Jack is, but we have to hurry if we're going to catch him." Mason says while scrolling through his phone contacts. Mason calls Lilly, and I sit back on the couch to process the information.
Over the last few weeks there has been a killer committing murders all over England. Scotland Yard proclaimed him to be the next Jack the Ripper, because they couldn't find any evidence, and the deaths were horrifyingly gruesome. Mason didn't believe it was the work of a human, so we've been investigating it.
From what I can understand Veronica must have had a banshee vision about Jack. I quickly think back to one of the books my Gran wrote, and what it read: Banshees have the ability to see the future, but only for something that involves death. The more traumatic or horrendous the death the clearer the vision is. It's only natural that going through this process would be enduring for the banshee's mind and body, and in some cases the vision can even be fatal depending on the banshee's strength.
"Matty?" Mason said, bringing me back to reality. "Are you ready for this?" Mason asked as he looked into my eyes.
I took a deep breath and stood up, "I am."
"Alright, you get packed, I'll call the airport." Mason said before kissing my quickly on the lips.
I run upstairs, and mentally prepare myself for what's to come.
Hope everyone liked a little look into Matty's head. I will be doing a few more from his point of view, and also few other people's, in the near future, but the story will still be mainly Mason's POV.