A/N: This is going to have some sexual content and if you don't want to read that then I suggest you skip a part of the story.
This is my own story and does not have anything from Twilight in it. This story is going to vary from the Twilight on the rules of vampires. Laterz. Syd.
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I woke up to the sound of rain hitting glass. I opened my eyes and my heart sank as I realized I was in the same room as last night. I was still at the mansion in the French countryside. I sat up and surveyed my surroundings.
I was the only one in the room and I silently thanked God for that. I saw Victoria's and my seven suitcases on the floor in the middle of the room and my heart dropped again. I pushed back the grief before it overwhelmed me. I got out of the bed and walked over to the suitcases. My mind was on autopilot as I grabbed the plastic bag with my shampoos, soaps and cleansers.
I walked to the other door Tristan had disappeared behind last night and pushed it open. I looked in on a large bathroom. I sighed and walked over to the glass shower. I turned on the water and instead of having it burn me I turned on only the cold water. I sat on the floor of the shower and let my body convulse in shivers as I cried quietly. I stifled all sobs but tears were running down my cheeks. Lukewarm tears that seemed almost warm compared to my shivering body. I stopped the tears too and stood up slowly and turned on the hot water. I killed the lump that had formed in my throat with a few gulps of water.
I took out of the bag my salon shampoo and conditioner. I would have run out of conditioner within the week, I had to use so much to make my long hair manageable. I used the jasmine soap I feared Victoria would use up to scrub my skin. I hated my skin; it was still warm when everyone else's in my life was forever cold. I rinsed off the soap and grabbed a fluffy deep purple towel that was on the towel rack. I dried off quickly and wrapped the towel around me as I reached for another towel. I used the other towel to soak up the water in my hair. I went to the sink and looked in the mirror. Makeup was running down my face from tears and the steam of the shower.
I reached into the bag again and took out my cleanser. I was forcing my body to go through the routines of daily life. I won't cry from now on, I promised myself. I washed my face and brushed my teeth. I applied more makeup in the way I knew made me look my best. I ran the black eyeliner in a thin line around my eyes and brushed on some pale pink eye shadow. I combed my eyelashes with the black brush as the mascara smoothed on my eyelashes making them curl and look longer. My hair was already starting to air dry and become fluffier.
I walked back into the bedroom with the towel wrapped around me. I started towards my suitcases and opened one and threw on a pair of violet lace panties and a bra. I reached for a yellow shirt, then stopped. I turned and started walking to Victoria's suitcases. I didn't care how they got there or why. I opened her black suitcase and saw even more black. I pulled on one of her many black tee-shirts and threw on a pair of dark camouflage pants. I slipped on her black flip-flops that were also my size. We always exchanged clothes. I wanted to wear her things so she could live on in a way, I guess. I sighed and forced the pain even deeper down and away from the surface. I then opened the door I had come through last night when Tristan carried me to this room.
I pushed my head through the wide crack I had made and looked both ways, expecting to see him at any second. When I didn't I stepped into the hallway and went down the stairs as quietly as I could. I drifted from room to room, looking for the kitchen. I finally found it. I opened all the drawers in search of something specific. All the drawers were empty. Then I drifted to what I assumed was the dining room. There was a large table but no chairs.
On the table I found the perfect things to do the job. There was a piece of black cloth lying on the table and on top of it were half a dozen beautiful silver daggers. They were all positioned so that the razor sharp tips were pointing to the center. It formed a disproportioned sun shape. I took a deep breath as I picked up the one nearest to me. I placed the flat of the shiny blade to my wrist. I stared at the white flesh and took a deep breath.
"What are you planning on doing with my knife?" came the smooth deep voice.
I turned around surprised. My eyes fell on the most beautiful man I had ever seen, again. His eyes were intent and staring into mine. He was standing in the doorway and he almost took up the space entirely. His large threatening arms were crossed over his evidently muscular chest. He was in front of me in an instant and he took the knife from me.
I glared at him and reached for another one. He threw the first knife and it made a thud as it sunk into the wooden wall behind me. He then took the new knife from me and he also threw it into the wall. I had already reached for the next one by that time and almost had it pressed to my wrist before he could take it. The pattern continued like that: I grab a dagger, try to get it to my wrist; he takes dagger and throws into wall--until there were no more knives.
I glared up into his face and walked away from him to the wall he had thrown them into. The hilts of the knives formed a perfect circle in the dark wood. The daggers were buried so far into the wood none of the blade was even showing. I didn't even try to get them out. I turned around and glared at him again. His face was dark as he stared back into my eyes. I was mad but I still couldn't help but notice he looked extremely attractive in the black shirt he was wearing. Stop it! I scolded myself. I stormed off into the kitchen to check the drawers again. I would use a spoon if I had to. I felt him follow me and the hairs on the back of my neck stood on end, but not from fear.
"I'm not going to let you kill yourself," he said, he sounded angry. I kept marching on. "If I was planning on letting you die I wouldn't have killed my entire coven last night." That got my attention. I spun on my heel. He certainly looked angry. I took a few steps back from him and he studied me.
"You killed them?" my voice sounded scared, even to me.
He took a step back from me and his eyes looked sad. I took a step towards him. I didn't want him to be sad, even though I didn't have very many feelings left I still felt sympathy for him.
He wasn't going to answer my question, that much was obvious. I don't even think he meant to let it slip that he had harmed them at all. I would have guessed though. I wasn't stupid; he came in my room covered in blood last night. I looked into his sad eyes that seemed to plead with me for something. I had an overwhelming urge to reach up and touch his face. I didn't fight it. I reached out to him as our eyes locked and it seemed that his crimson irises could see me. The real me I had hoped so many times that Victoria could see.
His skin was cold and perfect. It was like the marble of a ballroom floor. I let my hand rest on his cheek. He seemed to be looking every inch of my face over and I couldn't help but take another step closer to him. Our bodies lightly touched and I could feel his breathing becoming erratic. I let my hand drop from his face and took a step back. His eyes were alive with desire and I watched from a distance as he fought through it to regain his mind again.
We stood there in silence; staring at each other. We were basking in a feeling, a sensation I couldn't name. Finally he broke it and looked away from me. I gasped as I drew in a ragged breath.
"Are you hungry?" he asked me. He was looking over my head and I was looking at the ground.
"No," I said.
His eyes shot back to my face, seeking mine. I kept looking at the ground. His large hand wrapped around my wrist and I was being dragged. I dug my heels in but I didn't really stand a chance. I was dragged to the front door and out onto the large porch. It wasn't raining anymore. In front of the house was a black 2006 Mustang convertible. These were new, very new, it wasn't even 2006 yet…how did he get this? He noticed my fascination and took the opportunity to pick me up.
I kicked and writhed in protest. He drew out some keys from his pocket as he effortlessly held me with one arm and hit a button. The cloth roof whirred down and I was placed in the passenger seat. A thought occurred to me.
"You're American?" I asked as he hopped over the door and landed in the driver's seat.
"How did you guess?" he asked, though he really didn't sound that interested. He started up the car and it hummed. We pulled out onto the dirt road we had walked on for twenty minutes last night. He drove fast but not as fast as I would have driven the American sports car.
"Your voice," I said simply and he looked at me and smiled. "Where are we going?" I asked and he just shrugged his massive shoulders.
We hit the Paris streets quickly and he parked the car. Then he took my wrist and led me into an open market. There was food everywhere. I noticed how most people stopped and starred at us. I didn't blame them, there was a beautiful 6'9" man leading around a tall skinny 16 year old girl.
"How old is your body?" I asked him quietly as I stopped in front of a fruit stand. It was almost dark out as the sun was still hiding behind many dark clouds.
His brows furrowed and he didn't look at me. "What do you mean?" He picked up a pear and I took it from him and placed it in the basket I was using. So far I had cheese, bread, carrots, grapes, peaches, strawberries, raspberries, many oranges, plums, lettuce, tomatoes, and now a pear.
"How. Old. Is. Your. Body." I repeated for him.
"There are two answers for that so you are going to have to be more specific," he said, paying for the food. We were speaking English so I thought no one could understand us. If they had they definitely would have considered us insane.
"How old is the body I am looking at?" I asked turning to him. "Twenty, twenty-one?"
He shook his head and looked at me. "My body is 19 years old."
"Oh…" I said as I looked at another pear. I placed it back on the others on the stand and walked away from him. I knew he would follow, I wanted him to follow and that thought scared me. He was a vampire, a vampire whose pals killed my best friends and then he killed his pals. I am losing my mind.
I went to another stand and looked at the beautiful flowers there. I picked up a huge tiger lily. I felt Tristan walk up behind me. I reached in my pocket and handed the man money for the flower.
"Do you have everything you want?" he asked me when I turned to face him.
"Mhm…" I answered as I smelled the large blossom.
He took my hand in his large one and pulled me through the crowd. Not like he needed to, they pretty much parted like the Red Sea when they saw him approaching. I stopped at another stand with bottles on it. I picked one up and paid for it as Tristan waited, still holding my hand.
I caught most male eyes drifting to me and I couldn't help but smile a little as they drifted to Tristan connected to my hand. They normally then got very wide and dropped to the ground. My smile faded as I thought Vic would have done something crazy like flicked her tongue out at them in a sluttish sort of way.
I was already repressing the memories. I'll admit I was getting really good at it, after all these deaths I was sure there was no point in living anymore and Tristan couldn't always be around to stop me. I'm coming Vic, Lils, Jen, Ames, and Jo. I'm coming… I was certainly not going to be held captive by a very large, gorgeous, beautiful, sexy vampire.
"Do you have any silverware or plates or anything?" I asked him as we got back into the car.
"I don't think we need to give you any silverware," he looked at me with a frown. "And no I don't, I've never had the need."
He took another turn and we headed even deeper into Paris. Next thing I knew we were pulling into a parking space. We were in front of a crystal and porcelain store.
I looked at him and raised my eyebrows. "Are you sure you want to give me glass? I could find some uses for that too," I said, purely to annoy him. He surprised me by smiling.
"If you tried to break one to get the sharp edges I would hear it and you wouldn't have a chance," he was saying this to taunt me and I could see the humor deep in his eyes behind the serious face. I glared at him and got out of the car. I placed the large tiger lily on my seat and I slammed the door shut behind me. I heard a low chuckle. I pushed through the door and walked inside the small boutique.
I picked up a beautiful dark blue wine glass and turned to face him. I stared at the glass in my hand as I moved it around in the light, examining it.
"I could do it in the shower with the water running," I said quietly. "I could wrap the cup in a towel so it was really muffled and with that and the water, good luck." His smile got wider. My eyes were huge as I realized why he was smiling. "And you would never dare to even think about coming in there to stop me or being in the bathroom with me while I shower…at all." I was stating this very specifically so he could not use any loop holes.
"I wouldn't have to think about it if you weren't threatening to kill yourself," he was frowning at me again.
I didn't say anything and that was a struggle. Then a lovely woman walked up to us and asked if we needed any help. She had been talking to me but her eyes drifted over to Tristan and she stopped talking and stared shamelessly.
I cleared my throat and asked her where the silverware was. She blinked a couple times and then led me to the back of the store. On shelves there were several sets of silverware. Fork, spoon, salad fork, soup spoon, butter knife, and sharp knife. I grabbed two sets. Then I asked her to get me three of the dark blue glasses I had been looking at and then I picked, just for fun, three bright lime green porcelain plates. I stepped up to the counter to pay for them but Tristan stepped in front of me. He gave her his credit card and she ran it through as I rounded on him.
"You don't have to pay," I said looking at him. "Money is definitely not an issue for me." I was speaking very honestly. My mother and father had been very successful in their business of selling wine. We used to have a large vineyard in California.
He shrugged, "It's not an issue for me either."
The salesperson wrapped the dishes and delicate glasses in tissue paper and set them carefully in a paper bag. Tristan grabbed the bag carefully and took my hand within his cool one. I was surprised by how much I enjoyed that. Around Lane and the others I was never at ease and now, even though I knew Tristan was a vampire, I was okay with that.
He set the bag on the floor in the backseat of the convertible and we were off.
When we reached his house I grabbed the bag with the food and the tiger lily and he grabbed the other bag of dishes. I walked through the large house, under the vaulted ceilings to the kitchen. Tristan set the bag on the counter and then he hoisted himself up to sit on it. I felt his eyes watching me as I moved around the large room.
I laid the lily on the granite counter top gently. I then took out the fruit and vegetables and I grabbed a new plate from the bag and ripped the tissue paper off of it. I rinsed the lettuce in the sink and tore a portion of it into bits over the lime green plate. I then rinsed off the raspberries and dropped a few of them on top of the lettuce. I took the cheese and sprinkled some of that over the lettuce and raspberries and then I went to the bag of dishes again.
I brought out one of the silverware sets and I felt and heard Tristan stiffen behind me. With a relish I drew out the sharp knife and it made a sinister scraping noise against the fork it was next to. The knife was out of my hand in an instant. I smiled, I couldn't help it.
"Okay, you can slice the tomato, carrot, plum and one peach too, thanks," I said, stepping away from him. I now hoisted myself up on the counter like he had before. He stood there staring at me; realization dawned on him as he looked from the knife to my face.
"I guess I could," he looked at me darkly with those ruby eyes. He was so very handsome. Don't think like that, he's a vampire for crying out loud!
He went to the counter and grabbed the said foods and diced and sliced them in a blink of an eye. His hand was a blur and so was the knife. Yep…definitely not a chance of escape, not like you want to, my mind said to me I had given up on scolding myself; I couldn't deny that he was really sexy but I could hide that I thought so. I grabbed a fork next to me.
I slipped down from the counter and walked over to him, being very careful not to touch him. I grabbed the plate and threw the fruit and vegetables onto the assorted lettuce pile. I then grabbed a glass from the bag and took out the bottle I bought at the market and poured some of its dark red contents into the glass. I swirled it under my nose and inhaled its bitter smell: wine.
I looked up from the glass and caught him staring at me. Before he had always been staring at my eyes, this time he was looking longingly at my lips. My knees felt weaker and I swallowed hard. He looked away from my lips to look at my eyes. He smiled at me as our eyes locked.
"You're very beautiful," he said quietly. I had got gorgeous, hot, fine, sexy, and every other word possible. I rarely got beautiful. I didn't know what to say so I rolled my eyes at him. It was a common brush-off I used to hide feelings.
He didn't let it drop like I hoped he would. "I mean it, I've seen a lot of gorgeous women and they aren't anything compared to you."
I did a quick up and down look of him and I finished at his face that was very serious and devilishly good looking. I bet he did meet a lot of good-looking women. Before he even unleashed the vampire powers I had experienced from Lane I was sure he got to take his pick from many of them. That thought bothered me. I didn't want to picture him with another woman. I am acting insane.
I speared a piece of plum with the fork and shoved it in my mouth. "You didn't buy any meat." He stated into the silence. I nodded at him; I thought I could keep better control of my thoughts if I didn't speak to him. "Why?"
That wasn't a yes or no response question. I had to speak, "Vegetarian."
He looked genuinely interested in this little scrap of knowledge about me. "Really? Why?" Again with the 'why?' I inwardly groaned. His beautiful face and smooth voice were not going to make this any easier for me.
I shrugged my shoulders. "I never really found meat very appetizing," I answered, looking at the floor. I put a raspberry in my mouth.
He laughed. I looked up quickly.
"What do you eat?" I already knew the answer to this one but I wanted to hear him say it. Maybe it would make me wake up and realize the danger I was really in because I couldn't force myself to be afraid of him. It should have been easy with the huge knots of muscles that consumed his arms and his broad shoulders, the large chest.
My question made him stop laughing immediately and I felt bad about that though I forced a stone cold look to dominate my features. His face was very sober as he looked at mine and I felt him see right through my mask.
"I think you can take a guess," his voice was low and quiet.
"Humans?" my voice was quiet too. I dreaded the answer even though I knew it.
He nodded and I felt like I had to admit something to him, something I had been denying to myself since this morning. "I'm okay with that," I felt a pressure lift off my chest as I said it. I didn't even really know why I said it. It wasn't like he was asking my permission or understanding.
His face was astounded to say the least. He stared at me in disbelief. "You're what?" he asked and his tone was also incredulous.
I swallowed and repeated that I was okay with him killing humans.
All of the humans I loved had been taken from me; I felt no connection with my race any longer. He stared at me in disbelief a while longer and I ate a bite of salad, hoping to distract him. It didn't work; we were in silence the rest of my meal. When I was finished I wasn't waiting for him to respond anymore so I put my plate in the unused dishwasher and downed the glass of wine. It burned my throat on the way down and I winced slightly.
I felt firm hands descend on my shoulders and I was turned around to face Tristan. He was standing very close and our bodies were touching. I hadn't been this close to him since I had placed his hand on my waist the night before when I wanted him to kill me. I took in a deep breath as his scent hit me. His hands moved from my shoulders slowly, tracing down my arms. They stopped at my hips and he drew me to him, our pelvises pressed together. He had to stoop down slightly; even though I was 5' 10" he was still much taller. His lips came down on mine and they were slightly like Lane's: cold and hard but still soft. Tristan's lips were slightly fuller than Lane's though and that made him a much better kisser. Also Tristan wasn't breathing on me, it was my choice to kiss him back.
I draped my arms on his shoulders and my hands intertwined behind his neck. His arms circled around my rib cage and he effortlessly lifted me up. The kiss was getting deeper now and his lips started to part mine. A practiced tongue came in my mouth and my tongue met it halfway. As they twisted together I could feel the muscles on his back moving slightly and I realized we were walking. I lifted my legs and wrapped them around with waist, clinging to him. One of his hands was combing through my hair and the other one was caressing my thigh. I felt the light breeze of a door being opened.
I came down on a bed in an instant. I unwrapped my legs from around his waist. He pushed himself up stood up and away from me; he was at the end of the bed I had slept in last night. We were in that room. He stripped his shirt off and threw it on the floor. My jawed physically dropped and I stopped breathing as I looked at the broad flat chest and the small square muscles that covered his entire stomach. Firm muscles by his hip bones formed the top of a V that descended into his pants. He smiled then crawled back over me and his hands slid beneath my shirt. My breathing was fast and shallow. He pulled the shirt over my head and threw it on the ground and then slid his body back over mine.
His lips crashed down on mine and I felt like I wanted to touch every inch of his large body. I ran my hands over his broad shoulders down his muscled arms and finally his large hands that were holding himself up from crushing me. I couldn't stand it any longer and reached for the button on his jeans, I unzipped them and slid my hand in.
He suddenly stopped kissing me and lifted his head to look at me. He was giving me a strange look. My breathing was erratic now and I had to find out what his problem was. Damn it.
"What's…wrong," I pretty much gasped. His strange expression was still in place.
"You've done this before," he stated, a frown appearing.
I was surprised, "No I haven't." It was the truth, I hadn't.
"Are you sure?" he asked but his expression lifted.
"I would know," I said. "I admit I've done this before." I looked down at my hand that was still in his jeans. He frowned at this and the expression I now recognized was jealousy was coming back.
"Have you?" I asked him, a frown appearing on my own face.
He cringed from what I said. I could guess the answer after that easily enough. I felt the jealousy rising in my own chest.
"How many?" I asked bluntly. His eyes grew cautious, that wasn't a good sign. "How many women?" I asked again.
"At most?" he asked, still cautious. I pulled my hand out of his jeans slowly. "Maybe 60…wait!"
I had tried to push him off of me, he didn't let me up. "Get off of me!" I said in a deadly whisper.
"No, not before I can explain--" he started but I cut him off.
"Sixty! Sixty! Get off right now!" he didn't budge.
"Listen to me, please," he begged.
I slipped out from under him quickly, he let me. I scooped my tee-shirt up from the floor and walked out the door without looking back. I attempted to slam it but somebody caught it. I kept walking. The house was so big and I hadn't explored the second floor yet so I had no idea where I was going. I walked through door after door and he was yelling after me the whole time trying to explain.
"Aurora, I'm two hundred and thirty three years old… I didn't know I was going to run into someone like you or I wouldn't have slept with them. Come on, just look at me… I'm sorry, alright, I don't even know why I'm apologizing but I'm sorry," he said quickly and I rounded on him after he said this.
"You shouldn't have to apologize," he looked relieved but I knew it was going to be short-lived. I pulled my shirt on over my head and glared at the man I was so very close to loving but I definitely wouldn't admit that now. "I am going to go out and sleep with sixty guys and then I'll come back and we can do this." I gestured with my hand in the space between him and me.
His face was shocked and then it changed very quickly to anger as I tried to walk towards the stairs that were now in sight. His hand snagged me around the stomach and I was swung around and pressed into a wall, hard.
I was about to say 'ow' and yell at him when I saw his expression. It was livid. I gulped. He stood in front of me and placed one hand on either side of my head and stepped closer.
"You aren't going anywhere," he said, it came out as a growl no human could make. I nodded at him and a thrill of fear flitted through my heart and my stomach. He was really scaring me now. I would have been scared if he was a normal man, but he was a vampire, his red eyes didn't help. He seemed to realize this because he took a step back and removed his hands from the wall. He turned around and stormed off down the stairs.
"Tristan!" I yelled down after him. I didn't get a reply. "Tristan, I didn't mean it! I'm just angry!" Still no reply.
I walked down the stairs and walked through the rooms looking for him. Finally I gave up and went to do something I knew would get his attention. I headed to the kitchen. I went over to the counter and drew out the knife of the second set of silverware. It made the same scrape of metal on metal as the last time I did this.
I felt him behind me instantly. I saw his hand slowly reach for the knife. I watched as it gently came down on mine. I flipped my hand over so the knife rested in my palm, I waited for him to take it. He did and I heard him sigh. I turned around and saw his face looked very vulnerable. He threw the knife over his shoulder and it sank into the wall behind him. I leaned back against the counter and he put his hands on either side of my hips putting his weight on the counter too.
I smiled encouragingly, trying to get him to do the same. His red eyes looked hurt as they looked down into mine and then they looked away. "I won't sleep with sixty guys," I said quietly, but with humor, trying to lift him out of his reverie.
He looked down at me again and his eyes were hard and a flicker of his anger came back. "No…you won't." It was more like a command than an agreement. I glared at him, if he didn't look so serious I would have said something very, very rude. I settled for a threat I knew would have worked on me if he would have said it.
"As a matter of fact, I won't be sleeping with anyone," I pushed off the counter and ducked under his arm.
I headed towards the front door, though I really didn't know where I was planning on going. I grabbed the Mustang's keys from a small bench by the door. I stepped outside and I couldn't help but smile as I saw the sun was finally up. If legends were correct and Hollywood got it right I was free to drive him insane until I decided I wanted to return.
I walked out into the sunlight. I knew he was following me so I turned around, smiling at him. He was in the shade of the porch still. I was backing away from him, fully thrilled I found a weakness I could use against him. He looked at me and I wasn't expecting him to smile at me like that. Why is he smiling like that, I won, I'm in the sun.
That was when he walked into the sun. Nothing happened, nothing whatsoever. I knew my jaw was dropped but I couldn't close it. He kept grinning like a madman at me. He sauntered over and took my hand and led me back in the house. I followed, shocked into silence, that was the only thing I had to fight him. Now I was getting frustrated.
"You can't…err! You can't go out in the sunlight!" I stated. He now gave me a condescending look before throwing back his head and laughing. He sat me down in a large leather chair in one of the rooms on the first floor. There were so many rooms I was slightly lost.
He stood in front of me and looked me over. I was still staring up at him in disbelief. "Nothing can harm us… vampires," he said quietly. His eyes were intense. "We only have our own character weaknesses and the only thing that can kill us would be ourselves, other vampires that is. Believe me, I won't be dying anytime soon." A strange, faraway look came over his beautiful face then.
"What do you want to do?" I asked him after awhile. A devilish smile crossed over his face.
"Anything else you want to do?" I asked raising an eyebrow, "because we are definitely not doing that."
He shrugged, his face falling slightly. "I said I was sorry, Aurora," he said. "I don't know what else I can say."
"There isn't anything you can say," I said to him, but not with the anger I had used before. "It was just the fact that there were sixty of them." I closed my eyes and shook my head. "Doesn't make me feel very good, if you know what I mean." It didn't, he was about to be my first. The first guy I had ever loved had slept with at least 60 women before me, yep I felt just special.
I kept my eyes closed; I didn't want to look at him.
I heard him kneel in front of me, he took my hands in his and I knew he was going to say something big. What was it going to be? 70 girls? He was planning on eating me in the morning? Hit me with it you jerk!
"I love you Aurora," he whispered. My eyes shot open at what he had just said. I wasn't expecting that! His mouth was now at my ear. "You're the only person I have ever loved," I snorted in disbelief, I was recovering from the shock quickly. He put a finger under my chin and forced my head up. I still didn't want to look at him, so I didn't meet his eyes. I stared at a small chair across from me.
"Listen to me," he pleaded. I gave into the voice of the angel and met his eyes. The red pools seemed very deep, but not as terrifying as they should look…Tristan could be scary, that was for damn sure, but he didn't look scary now. "I have done a lot of wrong things…" his voice was so sincere and he looked upset, he quickly pushed it back. It was like watching myself, because I did the same thing. "And now that I've met you I won't do them again. I have never loved anyone before you. I will never love anyone else the way I love you now. Everything I am is yours; you have my soul in your hands. Tell me to go and I will. Tell me to take you back to your hotel and I will. What do you want Aurora?"
"I don't want to leave," it came out before I could even think about what he had said, the only thing I registered so far was him and I possibly being separated. Then the rest of it came crashing in on me. I think he means what he's saying…
I jumped up out of the chair and took several backwards steps away from him. He looked surprised and then sad. "I will take you back…" he said and I heard his struggle to get the words out.
"No, I mean it, I don't want to leave," I said and he looked up at me curiously. His eyebrows pulled together to form one arched V.
"I don't understand," he took a step forward and I backed away another one. His brow furrowed again as he took another step forward and I took one backwards. "I said I wouldn't hurt you," he said, looking at me like he was trying to communicate some vital information.
"I'm not a good person to love," I tried to explain to him. His expression got even more confused and he tried to take another step towards me. I stepped away again and backed into the wall. Shit. "People I love die," I explained, hoping he could see that I was warning him.
He smiled a wicked grin and I was in his arms before I could register what had happened. "I'm already dead, Aurora," he said.
That took a few seconds to sink in. "Yeah but you killed Lane, there is a possibility you could die and if I love you that will definitely happen."
His grin faded a little. "Aurora, you don't have to worry about anyone killing me," his tone was strange.
I looked at him questioningly, curious as to what made him so confident and what made that tone come with the words. He cut me off before I could question him. "I don't want to talk about it." There was a note of finality in his voice. The topic was closed to discussion.
"Are you positive you won't die?" I whispered. I was very close to taking the biggest risk of my life.
"Very," he said in my ear. I heard the smile in his voice and I started to relax.
"I love you," I did it. I jumped off the cliff. I took the jump and hoped to God I could fly. He hugged me tight to him. I hugged him back.
Please review, it means a lot. As I said some vampire rules are going to differ and stuff from Stephenie Meyer's version of vampires and that is because this is my story.
Syd
