CHAPTER NINE
"So does this mean you're going to be nice to me?" Shane asked after a few minutes of silence and I rolled my eyes.
"No." I scoffed and his shoulders slumped when I pulled my hand back from his.
"I'll promise not to tell you I love you until you say it first." He tried to compromise and I rolled my eyes again.
"That's not going to happen, and I still won't be nice." I replied and he frowned.
"You know, most girls want a guy to tell them they love her." Shane mused.
"Most girls also aren't kidnapped by suicidal maniacs or lived six years as popstar under a wig." I pointed out
"It's not that I want to die." Shane said lowly, slowing the car at a set of lights and looking at me. "I just want you to live more." He moved his hand over and grabbed mine. "I need you to live, you're all I care about and all I've found over five thousand years is that I'm the reason you keep dieing."
"Well, I'm not planning on dieing anytime soon so you can stop worrying about that." I told him and he grinned.
"You sure I can't tell you?" Shane asked, and I knew he meant that he loved me.
"Positive." I didn't let go of his hand this time and his fingers laced together with mine. Shane started driving again when the light turned green and I settled back into my seat.
"Why do you let your friend make your decissions for you? And please don't deny it." He questioned and I sighed.
"She's my best friend and..." I shrugged a little and sighed. "She gave up a lot because of me, and college was something she always wanted us to do together."
"What did she give up? She got to travel the world, meet celebritiees, live once-in-a-lifetime opportunities." Shane raised an eyebrow. "What else did you give up for her? I heard you were supposed do a Spielberg in Paris. I don't mean to offend you, but it just sounds like you're giving up everything and she's just taking."
"Can you just drop it?" I mumbled and he sighed.
"We should be in Crowley Corners in a couple of hours, you'll need to give me directions." Shane said and I nodded mutely. I looked around, we were already in Tennessee, I thought it would take longer.
"What if the dagger isn't there? How are you going to find it?" I asked and his hand squeezed mine lightly.
"Any way possible, there's no way I'm going to fail."
"Why did you give it to my Mom in the first place?" I was currious.
"In-in case I met you and I couldn't leave you." He looked away guiltilly. "She'd be able to save you."
"I thought there had to be a ritual?" I raised an eyebrow.
"I figured a knife to the heart from the mother of the woman I love would remind me what's more important." He shrugged and I gaped at him.
"My Mom wouldn't have done that." I denied after a minute and he snorted.
"Between me and you, she'd have killed me in a heartbeat." Shane said casually, how could he talk so casually about my Mom being a murderer? "Besides, it's not like it'd kill me without the complete ritual, it'd just hurt like fucking Hell."
"Has it happened before?" I asked and he looked away. "Oh, my God, you've been stabbed in the heart?"
"Once or twice." He shrugged, "the first time was when I met Athena and we were in battle." He smiled fondly at the thought and I gagged.
"How the Hell can you think getting stabbed is romantic?" I demanded with a shudder. "Do you even feel pain?"
"Everytime you tell me not to love you." Shane replied immediateky with such intensity that I shied away. "Physically... Small cuts and such barely affect me, but... The cut the other day hurt like fuck." I reached over and traced where the scar should have been, nothing but perfect smooth skin and muscles. Dear God, the muscles.
"Can you stop saying that?" I mumbled, turning to look out the window.
"I'm sorry." Shane murmured lowly. "But, I won't stop." I sighed and so did he. "I can't stop how I feel, Miley, I've tried."
Eternity
"Just... Don't disrupt anything." I muttered after I punched in the security code on the alarm system.
"Do you know where your mother would have kept something valuable?" Shane as as I trailed my fingers over the old paint on the walls. Everytime I came back here it was a rush of memories.
"No." I shrugged and I smiled when I found myself in the kitchen, the panel on the wall that me and Jacksons heights. "I think there's a safe somewhere in my parents room, but I can't really remember." Shane stood awkwardly in the entrance hall nad I walked back out to him. "Up-upstairs." I gestured, grabbing his hand and leading him up to my parents' old room. It was still the same as when I was a little girl and I used to have nightmares and run to Mommy and Daddy for comfort. "I don't know where." I whispered, walking over to sit on the bed as Shane started to explore. I laid back and closed my eyes, I hadn't been back here in over a year, since the summer before Senior year.
"Miley?" I felt the bed dip as Shane sat down and I opened my eyes, staring at the ceiling.
"Hmm?" Shane laid down next to me, his face nuzzling into my neck and one arm draping over me protectively. I turned my head to look at him and he was sos close, his eyes were so beautiful, I felt like I could see his Soul in them and all I saw was love.
"I can't find it." Shane murmured and I sighed.
"I don't know where else to look." I shook my head slightly. Shane reached up and stroked my cheek, his fingers soft and caressing.
"Can I kiss you?" He asked softly and I kept looking in his eyes; his beautiful brown eyes. They were caramel colored, just a little bit gold at the edge, and darker in the middle like tree bark. He started to lean in and I could feel his warm breath ghosting over my face. I felt myself starting to lean closer to him as well. Our lips were millimetres apart, I could almost feel his lips on mine, I could taste him. I pulled away abruptly and sat up.
"I'll go look in the basement." I said, getting up and quickly fleeing. I heard Shane sigh and a second later his footsteps followed mine.
"Miley!" He called, but I tried to ignore him. "Miley, please, at least talk to me."
"What's there to say?" I spun around and stumbled back a couple of steps, shocked to find him right behind me. "You want to find that dagger, I'm looking for it.
"You almost kissed me." I turned around quickly to hide the blush rising on my cheeks and I hurried down to the basement, flickering the light on at the top of the stairs. "Miley!"
"You almost kissed me." I hissed at him even though I knew it wasn't true, I'd leaned in too and he knew it. "I'm gonna look over here." I gestured to a stack of boxers in a corner and Shane sighed, walking to the opposite side of the basement.
An hour later I was sitting in a stack of baby clothes, my old crib, a couple of photo albums, some of Dad's old Robby Ray merchandise. Shane was on the other side of the room, the stuff he was looking through had been put back in the boxes when he was done with them and he was now sitting on one of them dejectedly.
"Is there anywhere else it could be?" Shane asked and I looked up from the albums. They were normal ones, from when Mom and Dad were younger, it was just Mom, Dad and Jackson. Back when things were normal for the family, before I came along as the reincarnation of a girl a 5000-year-old guy kept falling in love with.
"I don't know." I shut the book and put it aside. "It's a knife, check the kitchen." I snapped and he looked shocked. I started to put everything back in the boxes.
"Why are you angry at me again?" Shane questioned and I rolled my eyes.
"I'm not angry." I said evenly, getting up when everything was packed away. "I'm pissed because I have a suicidal slash homicidal maniac kidnapping me and looking for a damned knife."
"You lied the other day." Shane said in a decided voice, getting up and following me out of the basement. "You are PMS-ing."
"How much would it hurt if I pushed you down the stairs?" I turned at the top and glared down at him a couple of steps bellow me. "And how could I make it hurt more?"
"You don't have the guts." Shane replied simply and I growled slightly when he continued and up and pushed past me. What made it worse was that he was right.
"And I'm not PMS-ing, not that it's any of your business, you sexist asshole."
"Just tell me what I did wrong, if it's about the kiss you wanted it too, I know you did, I could see it in your eyes."
"What kiss? There was no kiss." I denied adamantly and he rolled his eyes. "And I didn't want it, you were on top of me."
"You leaned in too." Shane persisted, catching my wrist when I scoffed and the next thing I knew my back was against the wall and he was pressed against my. My breath flew out of me as I was stuck between a Shane and a hard place. His eyes bore into my in a way that made my heart stutter. "Tell me right now that you have absolutely no desire to kiss me and I'll just find the dagger, do the ritual and be out of your life forever." He offered, his voice dark and slightly husky. I stared into his eyes, blue on brown. I felt my breathing quicken as he got closer, his eye drooped half shut and I swollowed thickly. "Just say it and I'll stop."
I didn't say anything, I couldn't say anything.
I litterally couldn't say anything; my lips were a little preoccupied. I leaned up and closed the gap forcefully pressing my lips against his. Shane didn't waste a second, pressing me harder into the wall, his lips moving so perfectly with mine. His lips parted and his tongue darted out, swiping across my lips and asking for entrance, entrance I was quick to grant, his tongue moving into my mouth and tasting me. My hands moved to his head and threaded into his hair, pulling him closer; one of his hands on my hip, the other on my cheek, holding me gently. I kissed Shane back with as much fierceness and passion as he kissed me, our tongues battling hottly for dominance back and forth between our mouths. Shane won back dominance and he did this ting with his tongue, like he was rolling an 'r' except in my mouth, it made me melt completely against him and he pulled away, dropping his head next to mine and I could feel his breath, hot and harsh on my neck.
"Oh, my God." I gasped and he chuckled lightly, lifting his head to look at me. He brushed his thumb across my cheek tenderly and tucked a piece of hair behind my ear.
"Can I tell you now?" Shane requested and I frowned. Spell broken. I pushed him off of me and he frowned too. "Miley?" He followed after me like a puppy as I walked away. I unconsciously licked my lips and tried to contain the hot flush all over my body. I leant my hands on the kitchen counter to hold me up and closed my eyes, trying to stop the feeling of his lips on mine, his tongue touching mine, his body so hottly against mine. "Miley?" Oh, God! So hard not to remember when he came up behind me and pressed against me; one hand on my hip, the other on the counter next to mine.
"Please stop?" I whimpered slightly and he sighed against the back of my neck.
"Why?" Shane asked, his voice pleading and it made me want to crumble.
"Because I don't love you and you keep saying you love me which means you're going to hurt me and I don't want to get hurt even more." Shane sighed again and his hand fell from my hip and he stepped back, the loss of his body heat immediately make me cold. "I'm only here because my Mom trusted you and you threatened to kidnap me." I was able to think more clearly without him so close.
"I'll fight for you." Shane said softly. "I won't hurt you, and I'll fight for you, whatever it takes. I know you feel something at least and I'll keep fighting for us."
"To what end?" I finally turned to face him, he looked slightly confused. "To what end? Huh? According to you either I'm going to die in the next ten months or you're going to kill yourself. What's the point in fighting if either way one of us ends up dead in less than a year?"
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