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I know all about what had happened with Jonah and the vampire named Aura. I know Jonah had slept with her when he was drunk, and I didn't know how to feel about that. But I pushed it aside. I was doing the driving now. And Jonah was sleeping. He hasn't woken up in over fifteen hours and, at first, I thought he was dead. But then I remembered: he's a vampire, of course he's dead. I had to touch his face or do something to see him move. I was too paranoid, thinking that I had lost Jonah for good.
I had stopped to get some Chinese food at Panda Express, and bought some for Jonah, too, setting the take-out box on the backseat floor. I parked deep into the woods, and if it wasn't for the fact that it was daylight, I wouldn't have parked there. I had eaten all of my food, waiting for Jonah to wake up. I looked at my wrist, seeing the bite mark that had been left from Jonah. It doesn't matter to me if it hurt, or if he drank my blood. I had saved his life, after putting it in danger. The least I could do was that. Simply give him my blood. I was expecting myself to be afraid, quivering under his bite. But I sat there, on his lap, watching him. I wasn't afraid. Not of him, or his fangs, or the fact he's a vampire. I looked over at him, watching him sleep. I could still see a bit of my blood on the corner of his lip. I wiped it away. I guess I startled him, because he jumped, hitting his head on the ceiling of his truck.
"Shit!" he hissed.
"Hey," I said, laughing. "It's just me. How'd you sleep?"
"Real good." He looked at my wrist, and rubbed his face with his hands. "I'm so, so, so sorry."
"Jonah. It's not big deal."
"Yes, it is. I've gone so long without drinking human blood. And I didn't want to hurt you. Especially you."
"It only hurt a bit. But I'm fine. I'm just glad you're okay." I gave him a reassuring smile and he nodded, looking at the dashboard.
"I'm still sorry." Jonah looked so disappointed in himself. I took off my seat belt and stretched myself over to Jonah, planting a soft kiss on his cheek. He smiled a bit, looking at me. I couldn't get enough of his gorgeous, bright blue eyes. And then I noticed his cheeks were turning red, and I turned around in my seat, grabbing the take-out box and putting it on Jonah's lap.
"Eat up," I said. "We have a long way to go until we reach New Orleans. It's about eight hours and thirty five minutes from here."
"Take turns driving, right?"
"Yes! You'll drive at night since you're nocturnal, and I'll finish up driving in the morning."
We're in New Orleans, and the sun has already gone down. I took a short nap in Everett and Jonah was wide awake. He woke me up around eleven p.m. and told me that he had stopped at yet another motel. When we brought all our things inside the motel, I took a shower and then I come out, expecting Jonah to be naked, but he isn't. Thankfully. He's shirtless, of course, but he has on thin, black pajama pants on, and he slipped under the covers.
I tie up my hair into a high ponytail and slip under the covers beside Jonah. I know he isn't tired. He's nocturnal. So he doesn't sleep at night. I get comfy beside him, and he grabs my wrist, the one he bit, and I roll over on my side to face him. He looks at it, seeing the two little scabbed dots. I can see the familiar disappointed look on his face.
"If you say you're sorry one more time, I'm gonna take that ring away for the rest of tomorrow," I started with a smile. "I don't want you to be sorry. It was my choice whether or not to let you die right there beside, or to spare a little bit of my blood to save your life. I chose option number two."
"And I can't thank you enough."
"You're helping me get my parents back, aren't you? That's paying me back."
"That one drink of your blood is making me want more. I told you I haven't drank any human blood in so long for that reason. Blood is a vampire's fuel and addiction. I could've taken your life if I hadn't stopped."
"You don't think I didn't think twice about that? Of course I did. You're a vampire, but I trust you. If you needed more blood I would've given you more. I wanted to help you."
He smiled even bigger now, his blue eyes sparkling. "You gave enough, and I took a bit more than what I needed. But . . . thank you, Elora."
"Any time." I couldn't take my eyes off him, and then I thought I saw him come closer to me. When I thought I was imagining things, I was wrong. Jonah was getting closer to me. And then he stopped just inches in front of my lips.
"If you don't want me to, I won't," he said softly.
My jaw was clenched, I didn't know what to do! I was holding my breath. I wanted to kiss him so bad. He'd gotten under my skin, and now I can't get him out. I did what I didn't know I could do at the moment. I adjusted myself in the bed and moved closer to him until my lips touched his. I let out the breath I was holding, feeling Jonah's hands curling around my body, and I flung myself on top of him.
"Whoa," he murmured when he realized what I had done. I didn't mean to! It just happened! "I guess you want this more than I do."
"I - - I didn't mean to do th-" I stuttered, but was cut off by Jonah's kisses. I let my body sink into his. For a moment, everything was perfect. For a moment I didn't care about Calypso's rings, and I didn't care about the fact that I killed my first vampire yesterday, or about Solomon. I didn't care about anything at all. It was just about Jonah and I right there.
Then Jonah pulled away. "Wait," he started, holding my arms with a firm, yet soft grip. "I don't want this to mess anything up. And I won't do this if you don't to."
"If I didn't want to, then why didn't I stop?" I asked.
He smirked and kissed me again, his fingers tracing every curve on me. He started kissing my neck, and I thought it was cute, until I felt his fangs. I panicked, feeling my heart racing, and he pulled away from me. I saw his eyes, his once soft, blue eyes were now as red as blood. I just stared in wonder at them. I've never seen anything like this before . . .
And then he pushed me off. Not hard, just a gentle push. He threw his legs over the side of the bed and buried his face in his hands.
"Jonah . . ." I said softly. "Hey, what happened?"
"Elora, please, don't come close."
"If you tell me what's wrong, maybe I can help."
"No. I'm not making you my personal blood bank. I can't do that. Not to you."
I sat beside, with a leg thrown to over one of his own, and I extended my wrist to his lips. "I don't care if you drink from me. " With those words, he looked me right in my eyes, and I noticed that his eyes were still red, and his fangs were still out.
"I'm a fucking monster, Elora. Just look at me. I can't drink from you again."
"A monster? That's not what I see."
"Then what do you see?"
"I see Jonah. Nothing more. Nothing less."
Jonah smiled a bit, rubbing his face repeatedly. "Thanks, Elora. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm gonna go hunt down a deer."
"I thought you said you weren't going to drink blood."
"Human blood. These cravings are getting to me, and if I don't do something about it, I'll go insane and hurt you. And - I really don't want to do that. I'll be back in half an hour, okay?"
"Okay." He put on a shirt, and headed towards the door. "Wait," I started. He turned to look at me. "Don't get drunk and sleep with some vampire spy." We exchanged grins and I chuckled.
"Ha - ha," he sarcastically added. "Very funny. Goodnight, Elora."
"Goodnight, Jonah."
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