Faith's PoV
After everything that has happened, I have to say that I am quite surprised, I mean Jason is evil, Ian is back to protect Jersey from Jason, and Erica is dating Jason's little brother Wade! Now if that is not surprising then I do not know what is anymore!
Jersey's PoV
Ugh I hate everything right now, I mean I can't even do anything I can't go shopping, I can't go for a run, or hunting, plus I couldn't even go to my graduation ceremony! The only things that I have been doing the past few weeks are work on my songs, write in my journal and read! Of course, I do not mind reading because I love it, it calms me down!
However, right now I am reading an awesome story that Ian bought me…
By Michelle Martin
Created on: April 02, 2009
"Whispers of Promises to come"
I could feel his breath on my neck. Whispers of promises to come of promises to come. Teeth sharp and ready. He breaks the skin just a little. I gasp and draw in a deep breath. Red lights flash before my eyes and the pain is welcome. This is the only way I can feel. Life took the feeling from me years ago. He wraps me in a tight embrace laying kisses down my neck. Running his hands up and down my back. I can feel the blood running down on to the pillow . Light headed I reach for him. I want him more than I have ever wanted anything. I am ready for him to take me to his world.
I can feel my heart slow. It will not be long now and I will be fully part of his universe. My old life runs through my head. Images of my family that is now all gone. Taken from me in the most horrible way. He saved me. Rescued me from the fire of my childhood home. I have been his for a while now. Raised in the fold but not turned. He says it is time to decide. I am growing older and I am now old enough to be on my own. If I wait too much longer, I will be too old for it to look right to every one around us. Keeping the secret is important.
My breathing is slowing even more now. He runs his hands through my hair and tells me that it is not to late yet. That it is not too late to back out. I still have a choice. I reach up to brush my hand along his face. That face is so familiar to me. His images fill much of my memories. Almost as much as my natural family. He whispers in my ear that he loves me. I believe he does love me as much as any immortal can.
My hands grow cold and he tells me that it is the way it is supposed to be. I finally ask him how old he is. He looks at me with those blue green eyes that I love so much and tells me that he is over 500 years old. We will have a lot to talk about when I return.
I can feel the life run out of me on to the pillow and he tells me that it is almost time for the finish. He says that it will hurt to turn but that I will not remember in the end. His face is now a blur and I hear a loud hum in my ears.
My last look at him revealed a tear running down his cheek as he bent down to finish what he started.
Is this painful for him as well? I will have to ask him when I come back. I know this is the only way.
I open my eyes to darkness. I can feel him lying beside me. I do not feel different.
Wait, yes I do.
I am hungry.
I am very hungry.
I reach over to wake him.
Time to feed.
Time to love.
Time to live.
Sorry it's short guys just wanted to update it for you though! Check out my new story Call of the Wild! Oh and HAPPY 2013!
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