"Give me more than one caress, satisfy this hungriness - let the wind blow through your heart, for wild is the wind . . ." -David Bowie

Wild Is The Wind

Rosalie wasn't sure what to do - she found herself standing beside the railing of the boardwalk, eyes wide open as Dwayne had his lips pressed firmly against hers, a hand still gripping her wrist. Her back remained stiff as she stood there, a rush of emotions running through her before she found herself kissing back for just a few seconds. She enjoyed the kiss, the warmth it held, but her mind told her to pull away and remember the anger she had felt just minutes before. She shoved him away, their lips breaking apart as she leaned against the railing. Her breathing was heavy, her hands shaky as she took in deep breaths.

"You-You're just trying to distract me," she breathed out, leaning over the railing as she looked at the beach down below. "I-I know you are."

"I'm not."

"Then I'm leaving." She removed her hands from the railing, shaking her head as more angry tears rushed into her eyes. "Leave me alone."

She turned quickly, stomping down the boardwalk as she tried to collect her thoughts. She didn't get far, however, because she felt Dwayne's presence behind her as she walked.

"Stop following me," she whispered, and kept walking even when she reached the crowd of people on the boardwalk. She could hear his steady footsteps behind her, just feet from her back as she left the boardwalk and came to the darkened parking lot. Rosalie sighed when she realized Dwayne wasn't going anywhere, then turned - she let out a gasp when she saw that, instead of Dwayne, David was behind her with his arms crossed.

"You're a tricky girl, aren't you?" he asked, and she was more than tempted to stomp on his foot. She didn't. "You're angry."

Rosalie let out a dry, tired laugh.

"I thought you'd never guess," she mumbled with a shake of the head, and brought her eyes up to meet his icy ones. "Look, I'm tired, I'm confused, and I need some time to think. So if you could stop following me-"

"Confused? I figured you'd be used to the feeling by now."

"Trust me, I'm more than that." She pinched the bridge of her nose, shaking her head. "Just . . . why me? What did I ever do to deserve this treatment?"

"Treatment?" he asked, an eyebrow raised as he looked her over with unemotional eyes. Her face began to turn red from her cheeks down, large tears filling her bright eyes as she felt the need to slap him.

"Yes, treatment! I feel like I'm slowly going insane because of the questions I keep having float around my head!" she screamed, turning from him only to feel one of his icy hands yank her back around, a cautious look in his eyes.

"I don't appreciate your tone."

Rosalie became so angry that she couldn't utter out a single word - instead, she remained silent with tears trailing down her face.

"I'm begging you," she said after a long silence, looking to the ground in defeat. "I really am. Just tell me, please, anything. Can you at least tell me why Dwayne kissed me?"

David pieced the words together in his head, eyes emotionless as he began to tug Rosalie in the direction of his motorcycle. And then he gave her an answer - a real answer.

"You're special to him."

"I barely know the guy."

"He knows you." Rosalie was on the verge of believing Dwayne to be a stalker, but David interfered. "You always jump to conclusions - he isn't stalking you. Watching you, yes, but not to the extent of it being creepy."

"Watching me?" She raised an eyebrow before crossing her arms, looking around in confusion.

"He's protective over you, obviously. He wants to make sure no harm comes to you."

"But . . . why?" Rosalie felt an array of different emotions as she realized David was telling her the truth - the truth that Dwayne was interested in her.

"When you were a kid, Dwayne was always that way - he was protective. It meant he imprinted on you, but don't you dare tell him I said that."

"Isn't that a werewolf thing?"

"Rosalie, I swear to-" He sent her a warning glare and she sighed, looking down at the ground. "Now tell me, how do you feel about him?"

"I barely talk with him - he's so quiet. But I do seem to like him more than I do Alan." She looked up at him at last, nervous about the gaze she met until she saw his eyes weren't angry.

"I see. Just as Miranda was." Rosalie's eyes went large as she stared at him, jaw dropped slightly. "I knew Miranda."

"I know that, it's just - I don't know. It's still difficult to believe that . . . that you knew her as well as I did."

"I knew her better."

"Okay, okay." Rosalie let out a small sigh as she pinched the bridge of her nose, then looked over at David. ". . . I can't believe I'm saying this, but . . ."

David read her mind, taking notice that she wanted to leave the boardwalk in order to clear her mind (which was rather crowded, from what he heard). He walked away from her and swung one leg over his bike, then placed his eyes on the girl in front of him.

"Get on." She smiled slightly before jogging over, hopping onto the back with relief to be leaving the boardwalk.

He started the motorcycle, drawing attention from several people on the boardwalk, before rolling off quickly into the night without either of the two questioning the action.