Night:3
Clair's POV
I moaned and fluttered my eyes open. I was in a dark room where there was only one candle lighting up the doorway. I looked down at myself. I was in fresh new clothes and my wounds were all tapped up. I tried sitting up but the pain in my forehead broke out and I laid back down. I closed my eyes for a moment and then opened them. I looked to the left where I saw Tristan smiling at me. It looked like he had been crying. His face was all puffy and red and he had tear marks down his cheeks. I got up slowly and went to sit next to him. He, immediatly, took me in his arms and started to sob. I sat on his laps and caressed his face.
"I shouldn't have let you go or at least I should have come with you," He sobbed.
"Tristan, I am fine and you couldn't see this coming. Stop beating yourself up," I whispered.
"Don't you see? I can't live without you in my life. If you died back there, in the tunnel, I would ask Zoey to kill me," He said.
"I would want you to go out there and find someone else that you can spend the rest of your life with. Not die. And I won't die, but I can not promise that," I said, kissing him.
He pulled me closer to him and I made myself comfortable on his lap. My hand made its way to his pants zipper and his mde its way up my shirt. I un-zippered his pants and started to un-botton my shirt. Then, the pain came back to me and I broke away from Tristan's lips, holding my head.
"We should wait until this heals," He whispered.
"I think you're right," I said.
"Is she up yet?" Erik asked pulling the curtain away from the door and stepping in. "Oh Goddess!" Erik yelled and turned away.
"Well, why did you come in here without knocking or saying I'm coming in?" I asked, bottoning my shirt.
"You got me there and I will do it from now on," He said.
"Good," I snickered getting off Tristan. "So, what do you want?"
"Um, we were talking, I mean me and the rest of the gang, and we think it would be best if we do it tomorrow," Erik mumbled.
"What!" Tristan yelled and stood up quickly. "Whose idea was this?"
"Aphrodite's. She said if they smell Clair's scent already then there's a chance that more raven mockers will come down here and even worse Neferet," He said.
"Well, she's got a point there," I said.
"I have to admit, she's right," Tristan mumbled.
"So, we'll do it tomorrow then?" Erik asked.
I turned to Tristan who looked pale as a ghost. He looked down and sighed. "Yeah, we'll do it tomorrow."
I smiled at him. "I love you Tristan."
"I love you too Clair," He responded giving me a weak smile.
Sorry it's so short. Reviews???