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Do you know what it's like when
You're scared to see yourself?
Do you know what it's like when
You wish you were someone else
Who didn't need your help to get by?
Do you know what it's like
To wanna surrender?
I don't wanna feel like this tomorrow
I don't wanna live like this today
Make me feel better, I wanna feel better
Stay with me here now and never surrender
Never surrender
Never Surrender, Skillet
Chapter 28
Bloodsucking Doctor
My eyes scanned over the creature standing in front of me in a way that practically said get out now. I didn't like him already and it was going to take a lot, and I mean a lot, of strength to act like I did. How could I feel anything for him when one of his kind was trying to kill me?
He took one step into the house and smiled coldly. Well if he were human I guess you would consider it a warm smile, but since he didn't have blood running through his veins I thought of it in the literal sense. Sam muttered some stuff to him that was too quick for my ears to even begin to understand what anything he was saying meant. The bloodsucking doctor glanced at me for a moment and I glared at him for the second that we made eye contact. A couple of minutes later he walked past me and headed down the hall. I gave same the same evil eye to Sam that I was giving to Carloop or whatever his name was.
"There's no reason to hate him. He didn't do anything to you yet," he sighed and walked around me heading in the same direction the doctor had.
"Yet, Sam, yet," I emphasized the yet as best as I could as I followed after him. Before I could even get close to the hallway I heard what I expected to hear.
"There's no way in hell that I'm letting a leech set his dirty hands on me!" Paul shouted from the other room.
I snickered, "How did I know that that was going to happen?"
Sam ignored my question as he stormed into Jacob's room and I sighed, thinking about what awaited me in there. A vampire, one pissed off werewolf, and two innocent bystanders. Which would make me the reason for everything. The reason why people were crammed in a small room, the reason why there was a bloodsucking doctor in the house, the reason why Paul had burns all over his back, and the reason why he was growling right now. I listened as Jacob and Sam screamed at Paul while he just kept snarling. I had absolutely no idea what the doctor was doing, but I bet it had something to do with trying not to kill everyone that was in the house. How the hell does a vampire who drinks blood become a doctor who sees blood every day of their life? Can someone please elaborate?
For about ten minutes all there I heard was Jacob and Sam trying to convince Paul to let the vampire look at his back. I didn't blame Paul for not wanting to let the dude touch him. Who knows what he could do…
I saw two feet walk up to me and I stiffened from who it was.
"You don't have to like me," he said as soon as I looked at him, "But I can't help you if you don't trust me."
I raised my head and was set back by his perfect face. I managed to compose myself though, "I have no reason to trust you."
"You have no reason not to trust me," he shot back.
I crossed my arms over my chest and tried to come up with a response to that, "I kind of do though," I said, "You could kill me and you could kill Paul."
"But I won't," he grinned which I figured was a way of him reassuring me that he wouldn't, "My family is willing to help you with this."
I shook my head, "I don't know if you can do anything that the pack hasn't tried already. They're hiding their scents somehow. And Sean…," I paused when I thought about what he did. He ruined absolutely everything.
"All anyone can do is try. We owe the pack that much," he touched my elbow with his freezing cold hand and I was about to pull my arm away when I really thought about what he was offering. There was a slight chance that they would find more than the wolves did. But there was an even bigger chance of getting more people, well vampires, hurt. I couldn't do that to them even if I didn't exactly like them.
"I can't let you do that. I won't let you risk you and your family's safety because of me," I admitted.
His eyes seemed to fill with wisdom when he looked at me again, "You don't have to put all of the guilt on yourself you know."
"But I do actually," I explained, "None of this would've happened if it weren't for me."
"Carlisle," Jacob's head popped into the doorway, "I'm sorry that Paul's being a stubborn ass, but he'll only let you come in if Sammy says it's ok."
I rolled my eyes, "Paul you're such an idiot!" I yelled loud enough for him to hear. A low chuckle came from the room.
Carlisle looked to me to see what I would say and I swallowed the lump in throat. He had left me with a lot to think about, but I had to focus on what I was being asked right now, "You can go in as long as you don't try to make any sudden movements with your mouth or teeth."
Jake's eyebrows rose in amusement and Carlisle just nodded with a face that told me nothing. He probably found that comment offensive. I found it kind of cool that I might've offended a vampire…
Carlisle silently walked back into the room while Jacob strutted over to me, "He wants you to go in there."
I looked down at my feet, "While Carlisle's examining him?"
He nodded, probably knowing exactly what I was worrying about now, "It's not as bad as you think it is."
"You said the burns were all over his back, Jake. It's not going to be as bad as I thought it was it's going to be worse."
"You can't know that."
"Oh yes I can," I peered up at him.
"He's going to heal quickly, though. All that's left will be…" his voice trailed off, leaving out the one word I knew he would say next.
"Scars," I finished it for him, "Reminders of what I did to him."
"Stop saying things like that."
"No Jacob, I don't think I will."
"He needs you right now, Sammy. Are you really going to stand out here and act like he's not in there begging for your support when he needs it most?" I clamped my mouth shut. Damn he's good, "Get your ass in there and stop blaming yourself for things that aren't your fault!" He pointed his finger towards the door with the hint of a smile on his face.
He was right and I couldn't deny that. I couldn't just sit out here and sulk. I had to be in there with him, for him. He's been there for me through everything so he deserved my support even if I would feel like killing myself after I saw the damage that was done.
"I needed that," I muttered to him as I walked down the hall.
"I know," he whispered back.
I could hear Paul cursing from inside the room when I got closer to the door. The only thing I wanted to do was go in there and sit there with my eyes closed. Or maybe I could just keep my eyes off of his back, it could work. But no, he needs me just as much as I need him if not more. So, I forced myself to keep my eyes in front of me as I walked through the doorway. My heart stuttered a bit from the scene in front of me. Sam stood there like the leader he was, staring down at his pack brother who was lying on his left side so that he wouldn't put pressure on the burns. I felt like giving up and running away when I saw Paul's whole body shaking. And when I looked at his face I could only concentrate on his eyes which were shut tight from the obvious pain he was in.
"You can come in, Sammy," I didn't even realize that I was barely inside the room until Carlisle said that. My left foot stepped in front of my right, but my eyes never left his face. His body seemed to calm down after Carlisle said my name and he looked up to see if I was really there.
"How bad is it?" I asked, not even bothering to acknowledge Paul's charred flesh.
"The burns are second degree. It should take about one and a half to two weeks for them to completely heal. He tore a muscle in his right arm, but that should be back to normal by tomorrow."
I nodded in understanding, "What are you going to do?"
"Well," he started digging into his medical bag, "First I'm going to remove any dead skin from the burned area. Then I'm going to apply some ointment on the burns and give him some medication for the pain."
"I'm not in pain!" Paul snapped.
I sighed at him. He was such a bad liar. I could totally tell that he was in a lot of pain; any one of them could see it. As Carlisle got out some of his tools I walked over to the side of the bed. I kneeled down next to him and studied his face. A grin formed on his lips the longer we stared at each other.
"I'm sorry," I whispered to him, "I shouldn't have done what I did. It-,"
He put his right hand on the back of my neck and drew me in closer to him, kissing my lips when he got close enough. I felt myself melt in his arms and I wanted to kiss him more, but I knew that that wasn't going to happen. Not when there were two other people in the room and especially not when he was lying on a bed with burns all over him.
"I'm going to be fine," he said.
I laced my fingers with his and squeezed his hand, "I know," I replied, "Let's just get this over with."
Carlisle looked at me for approval and I took one deep breath before I nodded to him. He walked around to the opposite side of the bed while Jacob and Sam hovered by the wall behind him. I breathed in and out evenly in order to keep the tears from pouring out of me. They were wracking inside of me, but I ordered for them to stay where they were. I wouldn't dare to let myself cry when I had to be strong for Paul.
Carlisle sat down in a chair and cleaned the wounds on Paul's back which must've stung because Paul hissed through his teeth when he did it, "Alright I'm going to start now."
"Ok," he barely managed to spit the one syllable word out of his mouth.
My mind was telling me to shut my eyes and cover my ears so I wouldn't have to see what I knew was coming next, but I ignored it and told it to shut the hell up. My body was ready to leave while my heart was practically cemented into the floor where I was kneeling. I wasn't going to close my eyes or cover my ears or leave. I didn't want to.
I kept my eyes locked on Paul's and I saw everything he was feeling. He was scared, worried, and happy all at the same time. While Carlisle did his work Paul did his best to keep from shouting or screaming. He didn't even look away. The only thing he really did was squeeze my hand like it was his life line.
I felt myself getting lost in the deep pools of brown and I could only felt what he was feeling now. I knew exactly why he was scared and it had nothing to do with his back. He was scared because I was in danger, scared for my life instead of his. His life meant little compared to mine, I could see. Paul was worried because he didn't know if even he could protect me from the things that harmed me, one of them being myself. And he didn't doubt for one second that if I were to go somewhere alone or take a wrong turn then it could mean him never seeing me again. The happiness he was revealing to me in his eyes was different though. It was the one emotion that seemed to be radiating out of his black irises that danced around my face. He loved me and I loved him back. That was all he needed to know to keep fighting and keep him from screaming at this moment. Love was the only thing that seemed to make sense anymore. Nothing else really mattered.
I could only describe what was going through my mind as some sort of weird epiphany. And it was all because I simply looked into his eyes and looked a little bit too far. I came to realize that giving in would mean that I was giving up on everything I had built. My relationship with all of the guys would go up in flames. And they weren't just protecting me because vampires are their sworn enemy. They were protecting me because they cared about me. None of them were planning on going to my funeral anytime soon. Sean knew what would make me start thinking like I have been lately and so he ruined the things that he thought would cause me to crack. I couldn't crack though; because if I did then I'd be Sammy the coward…I can't be Sammy the coward.
"Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit," Paul cursed in a hushed tone.
I laughed at him. Giving up was also a selfish decision. If I gave up then I'd be leaving Paul. I couldn't leave him, not again. Being away from him for three years was enough let alone being away from him for eternity. I couldn't be that selfish.
After about ten minutes of Paul cursing and squeezing my hand Carlisle finished removing the dead skin from his back. He started to apply the ointment on his skin now.
"Well that kinda sucked," Paul commented.
"Yeah, I think you might've crushed every bone in my hand," he immediately let go of my hand when I said that and a frantic look appeared on his face. I bent every one of my fingers, "I was only kidding, Paul. Don't have a heart attack."
He sighed loudly, "Please tell me you're almost done."
I tried not to smirk at that, "I'm just going to bandage it up and then I'll be finished."
Just then, the phone rang and Jacob and Sam both looked at each other with the same look on their faces. I tried to understand why they both looked worried, but as soon as Billy wheeled his chair into the room I took a wild guess.
"Jared's on the phone," he said, "Says they're onto something."
Sam immediately grabbed the phone from Billy and walked out of the room. I tried not to get my hopes up too much because for all they know it could just be nothing. That seems to be the way things work lately. They say they're onto something or they smell something and then it becomes nothing. I knew by now that one of the three of those vampires was doing something to cover up their scents. What that something was I couldn't tell you. I don't really think I would want to know though.
When Carlisle was finished he got the idea that Paul didn't exactly want him to stay here for long. So he ended up leaving right away. And the next thing I knew Sam and Jacob were leaving too. They wanted to get in on the action not stay here and watch Paul the whole time.
Well I guess no one decided to tell me that the medication they were giving Paul would make him drowsy. So of course he ended up falling asleep while I ended up just sitting in the living room and flipping through the TV stations. Billy came in and checked on me every couple of minutes and the rest of the time he spent in his kitchen on the phone and doing whatever else he does. I threw the remote on the other side of the couch and moaned. There was absolutely nothing to do.
I checked out the window to try and determine what time it might be and just outside of the front window you could see the sun setting. This day was fast and hectic. I wish I could just have one calm day. Just one and I would be content.
The next time Billy rolled his chair into the room to check on me he brought a piece of pizza and handed it to me.
"I know what you're thinking and no it's not homemade," he winked at me.
I chuckled, "Does mind reading run in the family?"
"No, we Blacks are extremely observant that's all."
I stared at the food that was sitting on the plate in front of me and wondered if I should talk to him about the things that were bothering me. It seemed like no one else was going to talk to me about it so why not Billy?
He came closer to the couch which made me think that he knew. Like father like son, "Do you think the pack will ever be able to catch them?" I slightly raised my head.
His lips pressed together into a hard line, "I don't know," before I could even think about the answer he gave me he went on, "All I know is that they won't stop until they find a way. They aren't called protectors for nothing."
My eyebrows furrowed, "They're killing innocent people."
"Which will get them killed with or without the pack's input," I tried to understand, but nothing he just said made much sense. So he continued, "There's this group of cold ones that is above the rest. They call the shots basically. One thing they refuse to tolerate is vampires revealing their true identity to humans. If they keep up what they're doing then the Volturi will eventually act on it and kill them."
The Volturi. I guess you could consider them one way out of this because if the three vampires were willing to let humans get closer to discovering what they really are then they'd be killed. I could hope for it, but it would also be wrong to hope that more people are killed just so that a bunch of idiotic vampires could get killed in return.
Needless to say I had a lot to sort through. And I sorted through it while I ate my pizza and talked to Billy more. We talked up until we saw Jacob walking up the steps looking completely distraught and tired. I waited until he sat down to ask him questions. I guess I wasn't the only one who wanted to do that…
"So, what's the latest?" Billy asked.
Jacob leaned his head back on the couch and closed his eyes, "We found another body."
I flinched. It was getting worse…way worse.
"Did you report it?"
"Sam said he would when he got home," Jake rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand; "Fucking leeches don't know when to stop."
"You'll get them next time," Billy headed down the hall way, "Get some sleep and I'll see you two in the morning. Make sure you get some blankets for yourselves," I smiled at that, it just goes to show you how much Billy cares about his son, "Night kids."
"Goodnight," we both replied in unison.
I looked back at Jacob's face and you could definitely tell that he was exhausted. He had huge bags under his eyes which immediately gave him away.
"I think I'll go get those blankets now," I said as I stood up.
"They're in that closet," he pointed to the spot with his eyes still closed and I quickly grabbed about four of them and turned all the lights out, throwing two on top of Jake and leaving the other two for me.
I wrapped myself in both of them and sat with my head up against Jacob's arm, my legs sprawling out on the rest of the couch. I stared blankly out into the darkness and waited a couple of minutes before saying something, "Was it bad?" I asked.
He hesitated, "Yeah," I was thankful that he actually answered me honestly.
"Billy was talking about how this group of vampires, the Volturi, would kill them if they let this go too far."
He froze from underneath me, "He told you that?"
I nodded.
"Well it's true, but I don't know…the Volturi aren't really the best group to try to form an alliance with. They dislike us enough as it is."
"You've met them before?"
"Unfortunately," he yawned, "We didn't really get along."
As Jacob stirred I sat still and was completely in my own little world. Getting along with them didn't seem like it was going to be possible. But what if we didn't have to get along with them? What if we just stood on the sidelines while they did their job?
I was convinced that Jacob had fallen asleep about five minutes later. Or else he snores when he's awake. It wasn't an annoying kind of snore either it was actually soft and calm. It made it easier to contemplate what our options were. But as much as I tried to think of more than one option I didn't exactly come up with any.
It bothered me for a while, that's all I know. The thing I don't know is what time I decided to get up and go see Paul. I stood there for a minute and watched him as he slept in his normal peaceful state. Then I walked over and sat down with my back up against the wall, staring at his face, chest, and whatever other body parts I could see from this side. His chest moved up and down with every breath he took and I couldn't help but sigh at how perfect he was.
While I sat there I went over the whole day in my head and how I ended up here on the floor. Before now I didn't actually take in what I had lost, what we both had lost. He tore up everything that I worked so hard on. Those drawings helped me get into art school. They were things I wanted to remember for the rest of my life. And now they're gone. The clubhouse my father built for the two of us when we were kids was nothing more than a pile of ashes now. Paul worked so hard on trying to fix it up when I was away and all that hard work means nothing now. Just thinking about all of this made my head spin out of control.
I couldn't stop myself from crying now. I just let the tears pour out of me. The tears were coming out in buckets and I sobbed uncontrollably. I don't think the tears were just because of my drawings and the tree house, but they were also because I didn't let myself cry before. It was all building up inside of me and I chose now to let it all out.
As soon as I heard Paul moving I shut my mouth and wiped my face, keeping my head down so he wouldn't notice that I was just crying about two seconds ago. He lifted his head off the pillow and blinked for a couple of seconds before he realized that I was sitting there.
"Hey," he said.
"Hi," I barely whispered.
He tried to get a better look at me while I tried to keep my face hidden, "You ok?"
"Yeah," my voice cracked and I cursed to myself silently.
"No you're not," he looked worried, "Why are you crying?"
"I'm not crying."
"Liar," he replied with a smirk.
I sighed in defeat and lifted my chin up, "So what if I was."
He carefully lifted up the sheet that was covering him and looked straight at me, "Come here."
I shook my head, "I'll hurt you."
"No you won't. I'd be more hurt if you didn't come."
How I managed to smile in spite of all the things that were bothering me I don't know. But he got me to do it. I got up and tiptoed over to the bed and in an attempt to not hurt him I slowly lowered myself into the bed, but that idea failed when he decided to snatch me with his free arm and force me to lay down beside him. He put the cover over me and wrapped his right arm over my waste. I snuggled up as close as I thought was safe and closed my eyes.
"How are you feeling?" I questioned.
He sniffed my hair, "A lot better now that you're here."
I put my hand on top of his and welcomed the warmth that came with that. He kissed the back of my neck which sent shivers of pleasure down my spine.
"Don't cry," he whispered.
"I'm not anymore. Now go to sleep."
"What if I don't want to?"
I smiled, "What did the meds wear off already?"
"No, I don't want to sleep because I don't want you to cry again."
"I won't cry, Paul."
He pulled me in closer to his chest and buried his face in my tangled hair, "I love you more than I can put into words."
"Then shut up and go to sleep," I laughed.
"I'll wait until you do."
"You're so stubborn," I yawned extra loud to let him know that I was going to sleep, "Goodnight love of my life."
He breathed in deeply, "I like the sound of that one," he whispered in my ear.
I fell asleep with a smile on my face and knowing that I would wake up with him beside me. That's all I needed to know to keep fighting. All that truly mattered was that I loved him just as much as he loved me.
In about two or three chapters i guarantee that things are going to be EPIC! i am soo anxious to get there and just write it already, but i need to add a couple more chapters before i can get into the EPICNESS!!! *says in big booming voice*
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