Warning, violence! I changed the rating to M to be safe.


Chapter 6

Hurt

Emmy closed her eyes as she felt the warm water caressing her skin. She was standing under the shower, enjoying the warmth. Everything felt alright, she was humming quietly. Her eyes flew open when she suddenly felt someone touching her shoulder. She gasped when she saw Tristan standing in front of her. He was wearing a suit, as usual, and his gorgeous blue eyes were staring at her naked body. Her mouth floundered open and closed, but she couldn't get a word out. How… Why was he here? Finally she managed to cover her breasts with her arms; she was ashamed of her body.

"Don't," Tristan hummed softly. "Please don't hide yourself from me." He paused and touched her wet hair. "You are so beautiful, my sweet Emmy."

"No, I'm not," she murmured. "I'm weak and ugly…"

She didn't have time to finish her sentence when he suddenly grabbed her arms and pulled her against him. Her heart was pounding as her breasts pressed against his muscular chest.

"You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen," he whispered in her ear, sending shivers down her spine. "I want you, Emmy. I need you." He paused and touched her neck with his lips. "I want to make love to you."

She closed her eyes and shivered as his hands started to caress her body.

"Tristan…"

His mouth was sucking her neck, she was breathing faster as he slid his hand down her side. His touch felt so good, just like she had always pictured it.

"Tristan," she moaned. "Tristan…"

She was panting as she opened her eyes. Of course it had been just a dream. Again. Her bedroom was dark, it wasn't a morning yet. She took a moment to catch her breath, she felt ridiculous. If Tristan would ever find out… The shame would just kill her. She was nothing but pathetic. She stared at the ceiling for a moment before getting up. There was no chance that she could go back to sleep.

Her body was yarning for something she could never have. The wolf part of her wanted to mate. Not with anyone, with the man she loved. She wanted to claim him as hers. Sure, that sounded easy. Idiot… She paced back and forth in her bedroom until she finally decided that she wanted a cup of chamomile tea. Maybe that would help her to calm herself and get some sleep. Tristan would be home tomorrow, so she certainly didn't want to sleep the whole day.

She sighed and headed to the kitchen. She was wearing a blue Snoopy nightie and fuzzy slippers; she didn't think that she needed to get dressed. The house was usually quiet in this hour. There wasn't anyone in the kitchen and she couldn't hear a sound. She was planning to just boil the water and drink the tea in her room. She had just picked up the teakettle when she heard someone entering the kitchen. Quickly she turned around and saw Felton. Emmy had never liked him, although he didn't bark at her anymore.

"Well, well," he said grinning. "Someone is up late."

"I'll just make myself a cup of tea," she murmured. "It won't take long…"

"Relax, there's no hurry," he hummed and sat at the table. "Take your time."

Emmy didn't reply to that, she didn't know what to say. She had never really had a conversation with him, although they had both lived in this house for the last 13 years. At least she thought that he had lived here the whole time, but she wasn't really sure. The vampires had always kept their distance; she hadn't got to know them. She spent her time with Cora, couple of other teachers, some members of the staff and of course doctors and nurses. She was examined in the hospital almost once a month. Tristan wanted to make sure that she had the best medical treatment.

"So, how are you, sweetheart?" Felton asked.

His question stunned Emmy, she glanced at him disbelievingly.

"I'm fine, thank you."

"How nice." He paused and observed her from head to toes. "That's a cute nightie."

Emmy was very uncomfortable; she hoped that she would have worn a bathrobe.

"Thanks."

Fortunately the water was boiling; quickly she poured it into a mug and picked up a teabag.

"Good night," she murmured and headed to the door, but Felton blocked her way.

"Come on now," he hummed smirking. "Stay, have a chat with me."

"I'm sorry, but I'm tired," Emmy replied tensely. "Maybe some other time…"

"You think you're too good for me?" he asked smiling. "Is that it?"

"No, I'm just tired. Excuse me…"

She gasped when he suddenly grabbed her arms.

"Who do you think you are, doggy?" he snarled. "Right now I'm your master and you'll do what ever I want you to do."

"Get your hands off me," Emmy snapped, struggling to stay calm.

He grinned and leaned closer.

"Or what?"

Emmy squished the mug in her hand and slammed her knee between his legs. He cried out in pain and loosened his grip enough for her to throw the hot water on his face. She ran as fast as she could, but she didn't reach the door when he grabbed her, growling furiously.

"Little whore!" he snarled. "I'll teach you manners!"

Emmy tried to scream, but he hit her so hard that she almost lost consciousness. She let out a weak whimper when he threw her roughly on the table and tore her nightie off.

"No…"

She tried desperately to struggle, but he hit her again before forcing her legs open.

"I've wanted to do this for a long time…"

The rest of his sentence turned into a gasp. He looked shocked before collapsing on the floor. Tristan was standing behind him, holding his heart in his hand.

"Emmy!"

She was too shocked to move, her face hurt and blood was pouring out of her nose. She flinched when Tristan covered her with his jacket.

"Emmy? Please talk to me."

She couldn't.

"It's alright, Emmy, it's alright…"

His hand stroked her hair before he lifted her up as gently as he could. Slowly she wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned her head on his shoulder. She still couldn't make a sound, but tears were coursing down her cheeks.

"My Emmy…" he murmured. "I'm so sorry… I'm right here and I'll never leave you again."