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DISCLAIMER: I do not own Morganville

Abby's POV

"Is everything okay? You seem very…distant" Brandon points out and I sigh. I was being distant. No matter how hard I try, I couldn't get the memories of what Gabe had done to me, what him and my father did to me as a team. Yes, I had scars but they were barely noticeable. Well, all of them were but one. That was one scar that I wish to keep hidden for all eternity. It's a horrible scar and I still flinch just looking at it. Just remembering the pain that I felt when it happened.

"Just thinking. Nothing to worry about"

"There obviously is something to worry about, I can see it written all over your face" he tells me and I groan. Why can't he just leave it? Is he not satisfied with knowing stuff about me that I have never told anyone? Can't he just let me be and suffer with this on my own? I'm fed up of sharing my life with people; it hurts too much to go back into my past.

Instead of answering him I just get up and leave. Stupid I know, especially seeing as it was night time, but I just couldn't stay there; I need to get some fresh air and clear my head. I just need to think on my own. Not with prying eyes watching my every move, making me feel so open and vulnerable. Yes, telling Brandon about my life has been a great load off my chest but for some reason this was one thing that I just couldn't tell him. If he knew some of the stuff that Gabe did, the stuff I had to do, he would hate me. He would be repulsed by me; he would send me back to my father. And I just couldn't risk that. I enjoy being near Brandon, I always feel so…so…safe. It was a strange feeling that I have never really felt before. Not even when my mum was alive.

I really wish I had put my jacket on because it was freezing out here, well what else did I expect for the middle of the night? For some reason it felt quiet. Too quiet if you ask me; I started to feel conscious and more aware of my surroundings. What surprised me most was that Brandon didn't even try to stop me from leaving. Maybe he doesn't care about me as much as I originally thought he had. Maybe he never did care about me; maybe I was just some object that he was using to try and make himself look better to the public. That's me all over, a reusable object; once used I get discarded as if I'm nothing more than a piece of litter. I probably am trash in his eyes. I mean, God, look at me; I have no mum, my dad is psychotic (as is his girlfriend), I didn't really have a childhood and I used to be a slut. Not exactly great for your CV.

I shake myself of all this, I will not put myself through this; I refuse to make myself feel like nothing, feel unworthy. I spent my life like that and now it was time for it to stop. I was worth more than this, I was better than this and I am certainly not this petty. Walking out into a bloody danger zone just to avoid a simple question. What has gotten into me? Suddenly I felt as though there were eyes watching me. And not just one pair, but several. It felt almost as if I was a show for them. Or maybe I was their prey, and they are just waiting for the perfect time to strike. I felt my heart rate speed up and my respirations became erratic and uncontrollable. A shiver made itself down my spine and I knew something was lurking behind me. So I did the one thing that any person who was stupid enough would do. I ran.

I don't know if I should have even bothered because as soon as I turn the corner I bash into a body. Before I could open my eyes to register who, or what, it was they grabbed me and I could feel the wind smashing against my face as they ran. This definitely isn't the pace of a human running. Shit, I am being taken by a bloody vampire. Well done, Abby; well bloody done. I knew instantly when we are inside because I felt the warmth that only a home could bring, I also heard the door shutting behind us. The vampire placed me down and was staring at me with a very pissed off look. Well, that's one way to piss Brandon off.

Brandon's POV

She's lucky I got to her before another vampire did. I could see that at least 5 vampires were watching her. I was just thankful that I got to her before they could hurt her. I wouldn't be able to forgive myself if she got hurt when I was supposed to be protecting her.

"Why did you leave the house like that? Are you insane?" I shout and she doesn't even react. In fact she looks unfazed by my tone of voice.

"Sod that! Why did you fricking grab me like that? I thought I was getting bloody kidnapped. Do you know how I even felt? Thinking that maybe I was seconds away from being mince mee-"before she could finish I attached my lips to hers. There was too much talking going on, all I want is to make sure that she is safe and sound. But why I'm kissing her I am unsure of. What made me believe that this kiss would do anything other than shut her up? But to be fair, I just had this feeling that there was too much distance between us.

She settled into the kiss nicely and responded to every turn of our lips as they meshed together. Her soft lips moving against mine. She was so gentle and her lips tasted…sweet. She wraps her arms around my neck and mine slide around her waist. I still felt as though there was too much distance between us, so I brought her closer to me. Holding her in place, never letting her go. But I soon came to my senses and pulled away before using my vampire speed and running upstairs and out of the way. I went straight into my study and shut the door before locking it. What the hell was I thinking?

AN: I want to offer a deal if that's okay, if I can get 3 reviews I will make the next chapter extra-long for you all xx Over 2000 words me thinks, and if I get more reviews I will move it to over 2500 words xx