FPOV

I was sitting in the living room of the man who had told me repeatedly he loved me thinking about what I'd done. I couldn't fathom that this man, even with all I'd seen, would still love me! Me. Poor broken Fiona, a damaged good.

I chewed my lip, something I hadn't done in a while. I hadn't had anything to worry about in a while.

That's when I heard a knock at the door. Startled, I jumped.

Cautiously, I walked to the door and was half-way there when it swung open of its own accord.

I gasped as a very familiar person entered the tiny little apartment, filling up most of the space.

"Mi—Mikasi?" I whispered.

The man smiled at me showing brilliant white teeth. I stepped back. This Mikasi wasn't the one I remembered. That smile held no warmth—no love—only cruelty and hunger.

Hunger?

Mikasi stepped forward so that I could see him clearer. He no longer had gorgeous russet colored skin; instead it was a cold, white. My eye's traveled up from his body to his face. His features were the same and yet, different. Mikasi had an angel's face now, his almond shape eyes weren't the comforting brown I was used to—they were a strange maroon color.

"Mikasi?" I whispered again to this alien that was no longer the man I had loved.

He smiled again. "Thought you had gotten rid of me, huh?" he whispered harshly, but the words flowed like butter from his lips, "thought that I was dead?"

He stepped forward menacingly.

I couldn't help myself, I wasn't thinking straight. I knew that this person in front of me wasn't my Mikasi, that he was different. But he reminded me so much of the Mikasi I'd left behind.

I stepped forward and wrapped my arms around his waist, burying my head in his chest. He was cold—so cold. But I stayed there, clinging to my love.

"I thought you were dead," I whispered into his skin.

Slowly, I felt his arms come around my waist, his head bent to smell my hair. I sighed happily; this was the Mikasi I remembered.

"We can be together, forever," he said softly, his hand tracing my lips. "I forgive you for what you did. Do you want to be together, Fiona?"

I looked up into the red eyes and Mikasi smiled slowly, not revealing his teeth. I smiled back at him. He loved me, even after what I'd done. Mikasi loved me.

"Forever," I whispered and leaned up to kiss him on his jaw.

The lazy smile stayed on Mikasi's face as his hand trailed down to my collarbone. I wanted to stay trapped in his embrace forever, together. Just as he said.

But, there was something in the back of my mind. Something that warned me that this Mikasi, was not who I thought he was.

"Where have you been?" I asked suddenly, breaking the moment.

Mikasi cupped my face with his hands.

"To hell and back, all for you," his voice was bitter.

I tried to turn away from him and his gaze but he held me to his body. His jaw was clenched and his eyes burned brightly.

"I love you," I told him falling back into his embrace.

His hands traveled from my cheeks, down my neck, to my collar and back up again. "And I love you."

I sighed into his chest. He smelled amazing, even if he was frigid.

"Mikasi?" I mumbled into his chest, "I'm so sorry. So, so, sorry."

He stiffened and pulled me away from him to look in his face. The light in his eyes was extinguished, and replaced with pain.

"Are you, truly?"

"Absolutely," I sighed and kissed him again on his jaw. I was too short to reach his lips without him bending to me.

"Kiss me," I whispered to him. "Kiss me."

He bent his face to mine—his cool breath washing over me.

He pressed his cold, hard lips to mine for just a fraction of a second before pulling back. His eyes were bright again.

I stared back at the beautiful angel's face that was a sad echo of my beloved Mikasi's. There was still something off about his personality, but I was filled with such joy that I was blocking it out. Blocking out the memories that flooded back to me whenever Mikasi did something out of character.

Looking away from Mikasi I realized that I was still in Paul's apartment. Paul.

I looked at Mikasi, he was different from Paul. Maybe not so much different in the past, but now, he was definitely different. Paul wasn't a cold person, he was warm—he wanted so much to please me.

My eyes flickered silently around the room as I thought of him. Paul only wanted to protect me, to love me. But—but I was in love with Mikasi right?

Turning back to Mikasi, I stared him in the eyes. The old Mikasi was like an open book; I could always read his emotions.

"Why come back now?" I asked him, searching for the answer in his face.

"Because I wanted you."

I wasn't satisfied by that answer. "Why—why are you so different?"

He grinned at me, flashing those teeth that made me feel anxious. "I told you. I've been through hell and back. Did you not think that would change me?" He laughed without humor.

I flinched away from his bitterness.

"Fiona, the only thing that kept me alive, was the thought of you," His eyes scorched into mine and I felt my heart speed up.

"Mikasi, you're scaring me."

He laughed again and I shuddered from the sound of its emptiness. Laughter shouldn't be hollow.

"Scaring you? Why should you be scared?" his arms around me tightened, crushing me to his body as he whispered in my ears. "After all, it was you who murdered me."

I gasped out loud from the pain his words caused me.

His laugh wasn't hollow this time; it was filled with bitterness, anger, and pain. I tried to pull away from Mikasi's hold on me, but he was too strong.

"Please . . ." I whispered frantically, "please, let me go!"

"I will never let you go, Fiona. Never." As he said those words he pushed my hair back from my shoulders exposing my neck. His hand softly caressed it.

He bent his head to my neck and gently pressed his lips to my skin. I gasped at the sensation, the fear I felt when he pressed his mouth to my neck was overwhelming. I couldn't move.

Suddenly, Mikasi was thrown back, smashing into the wall and leaving a hole there.

Paul stood in where Mikasi had stood only moments before. His entire body was shaking and the fury on his face had me cringing away form him. I tried to run to Mikasi, scared that he was hurt and that I was the cause of it.

Paul got to me first and scooped me up into his arms with a repulsed look on his face before taking off at a dead run from his apartment. He sprinted into the forest and tucked me in the hollow he had found me in once. I curled into a ball, confused.

"Stay." Was all he managed to say before leaving my sight.

A few second's later a wolf as big as a horse appeared outside my hollow, pacing back and forth. I stared with wide eyes at the wolf. I had seen it before—I had seen Paul change into the beast in front of me.

Minutes later more of the giant wolves showed up. They gathered in a circle and appeared to be convening about something. I shuddered.

The Paul-Wolf ran away from the others who stood protectively in front of my hollow.

Paul's face came into view.

"Fiona, we're going to a safe place," He murmured his hand held out to mine.

I shook my head. "What about Mikasi?" I whispered.

Paul's face contorted in pain and I wanted for a fraction of a second to reach out and touch that face. The urge quickly faded.

"What about him?" he spat at me.

I flinched away from the venom in his voice.

"I—I . . . why did you hurt him?" I could hear the accusation in my voice.

Paul groaned and sat on the ground outside of my hollow.

"Because he was going to kill you . . . and I couldn't allow him to do that."

I raised an eyebrow at him. "Kill me?"

He rolled his eyes at me. "He's a vampire, Fiona. A newborn vamp at that. They're dangerous and he was about to kill you," he said as though this should be very obvious.

"Vampire?" the word barely left my lips. I wasn't sure if he could hear it.

A growl came from one of the wolves outside and Paul turned and nodded his head at it.

"I'll explain later. I promise. But for now, trust me, we have to go," his black eyes pleaded with me.

And for some reason, I agreed. I nodded my head and moved towards Paul.

As soon as I was out of the hollow tree, Paul swung me up on his back and took off at a rapid pace. Two of the wolves followed along with us.

I clung to Paul, not knowing who or what to trust anymore.

Mikasi, I thought, tears silently streaming down my face, I'm so sorry.

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Whew. Sorry for the long time between updates guys! And, I know it's really lame, but I've had homework and stuff so that's why it's so late...but I promise to do better in the meantime.

btw.

tell me what you think about it being in fiona's point of view. I thought that this chapter would be better told from her view point then from Paul's...that way you see all her conflicting emotions and all that jazz.

okey dokey...welll...REVIEW.

oh...and a biiiig thanks to OECD for checking for my mistakes. bows