CHAPTER 7: It just doesn't matter...
BPOV
I woke when the sun started to shine in my face. I opened my eyes and looked around the roof. My eyes instantly went to the place where my own god had sat last night. Or had he really sat there? Maybe it was just my dreams. I walked over to the edge, my legs protesting. I made it to the spot and studied it. I was surprised to find that in the middle of the wet (not surprising) there was a dry patch. I touched the patch with my finger tips, it was ice cold. I knew that ice cold, I exhaled softly, Dean. He had been here. My head suddenly felt light. How could he do that to me even when he wasn't here? I felt for the side of the roof but missed, instead I fell head over heels over the side. I closed my eyes, wow I'm about to die and I can't even see how, oh well old habits die hard.
Suddenly I felt two stone hard arms catch me behind the knees and under my arms. I could feel the bruises they made already. My eyes snapped open and gazed into two pools of gold.
"Dean?" I whispered. The eyes turned soft, then suddenly hardened. I was placed onto the ground, and then left alone and dazed.
DPOV
I was walking through the forest that bordered her house when I heard a sharp intake of breath. Not. Good. I raced through the forest as fast I could and made it in time to see Brie tumble over the side of her house like a rag doll. Without thinking I raced forward, arms spread. I caught her, but I didn't take into consideration that she was soft, and I was hard. Consequently she fell hard into my arms. I flinched as she fell into my hands; the impact was probably hard for her. Her smell was just as strong, but I found that it was a little easier to resist. Was I getting better at this? Her eyes snapped open and she gazed into my arms, this was dangerous. But I saw neither fear nor suspicion, only curiosity.
"Dean?" Her voice was a whisper, the whisper I had grown way to familiar with. If my stone hard heart could soften it would have been then.
BRIE? I heard the thought shout from across the road. I sighed; of course the dog would have to be here now. I placed her gently on the ground and raced away, but stayed close to the house. It hurt me to think of that mutt touching her but I couldn't risk being caught this early.
BPOV
"Brie!" I heard the shout from across the road but I couldn't pull my eyes from the spot where my angel had disappeared. I felt two soft, warm arms wrap around me. I pushed them away.
"Brie?" The voice was hurt.
"I don't want to see you now Jaden." I tried to keep my voice even. I tried to stand but ended up stumbling instead. He caught me and held me close, this time I didn't protest.
"I'm sorry Brie, that's why I'm here. To apologise." He cradled me to his chest. I looked at his eyes. Sincerity shone through them.
"I can't stay mad at you Jaden." A smile flashed to his face. And he chuckled.
"No, you were always terrible at holding grudges." He picked me up bridle style and carried me towards the house. I snuggled closer to his chest, he was so warm, and I was freezing from spending the night outside. He grabbed the key above the door way with ease and brought me into the house. Closing the door he made his way towards the sofa. As he sat I pressed my freezing nose into his chest. He shivered.
"Geez Brie, you're freezing." He whined. I hadn't realised how cold I really was.
"S—sorry." I stuttered out. He placed me on the sofa and walked to the closet and got out a blanket. Walking back to me he flicked on the water jug. He wrapped the blanket around me. The jug's button popped up and he got a mug, and poured a packet of chicken noodle soup in. He poured the water in but left a little room to put in cold water. I smiled.
"You still remember that I can't have it fully hot?" He chuckled.
"Yes I do. Because lovely—" He sat next to me handing me the cup and sliding me back over his lap. "it was me who got spat all over when the soup burned your mouth. And it was me who sat with you filling up all those ice trays for your burnt tongue." I blushed. I'd forgotten about that.
"Ok ok, save me the gory details." He smiled but didn't argue. After a few minutes of comfortable silence Jaden asked a question that he had obviously been waiting to ask.
"So...how did you survive that fall anyway?" He said it in an off handed way but I could sense the curiosity burning underneath his words.
"I don't know, but I do know that someone must have been looking after me." Jaden nodded. Obviously not satisfied.
"It was so quick, all I saw was you falling and then suddenly you were just lying on the ground." I shrugged. "My dad would have probably made up one of his superstitious stories to explain it." He laughed.
"I never knew your dad was superstitious." I questioned. Of course there were stories because of their heritage, I had heard those, but never anything really serious. Jaden huffed out a laugh.
"Yeah, he is. About the cold ones." He emphasised the cold ones. For some reason the words sent shivers up my spine.
"The cold ones?"
"Yeah, blood drinkers." He raised his eyebrows. "You like scary stories?" I nodded not trusting my voice. It was usually the first thing to let me down. He chuckled.
"Well you'll like this then. The cold ones are blood drinkers. Their supposed to be immortal beings, fast, strong but cold. Cold hearted, cold feeling and cold skinned. They are the tribe's mortal enemies. And enemies of the pale faces." He nudged me. I shivered. He chuckled obviously pleased about his scary story telling skills. Suddenly I felt a vibration underneath my butt. Jaden tried to reach underneath me to grab his phone but I jumped up. He stared at me for a second disappointment obvious on his face. He flipped his phone up.
"Hello....hey dude!...no way! Serious?...what? Now?" He glanced at me. "I can't...nah I'm with a friend...............shut up Andy you're not interrupting anything!...fine." He grumbled the last word. I met his eyes, curious.
"Umm that was Andy, him and the boys got a boat and were wondering if I wanted to go out on the lake." I nodded.
"Then why are you still here?" He hesitated.
"Don't you want me to stay? Sure you're ok?" I smiled. Just like Jaden, always worrying.
"I'm fine Jay. Have fun with your friends." He walked over to me and hugged me. He kissed me on the forehead before vanishing out the door. I stood there dazed. The phone rang its shrieks loud and annoying. I pick it up.
"Hello?" A quiet chuckled sounded on the other end.
"So she survived." His voice made my heart stutter.
"Umm, yeah." He laughed again.
"May I have the pleasure of your company?"
"Yeah sure." I said eagerly. His laugh was bleak. And the line went dead. I looked down at what I was wearing. CRAP! I raced up to my room threw on my jeans and a navy t-shirt. I raked a brush through my hair and decided on a half pony tail. I had just finished that when the doorbell rang. I raced down the stairs, then being me, tripped on the last stair. Eyes closed and headed for the ground, two ice cold arms caught me, very softly.
"You know you really shouldn't leave the door open." I looked up to see Dean smiling at me. "Wild predators could get in."
"Ha. Ha." I said sarcastically. He laughed. Instead of placing me on my feet like I expected he drew me in closer.
"Answer me something." He trained his eyes on me. I nodded. "Brie, what am I?" I drew in a breath. I had placed all the clues together already. I hesitated.
"Cold skin, fast, strong?" His face turned hard. "Vampire..." I whispered.
"And now you're afraid?" He challenged.
"No."
"And why is that?"
"Because I decided that it just doesn't matter to me what you are."
