Chapter 7

"You don't...think I'm a monster?" I looked up at him. His face-he so badly wanted to know.

"No." I breathed.

With his lips slightly open, his eyes burrowed into mine; into my soul. He had me. I couldn't look away. My breathing became ragged; I stopped breathing when he pulled my face closer, his fingertips barely touching my jaw. My body jerked, my face moving in too quick.

"Don't move." He whispered, keeping me where I was, his lips an inch away from mine.

He brushed his pink, cupid's bow, ice cold lips against mine, perhaps not intending to tease but it multiplied the need I felt. He then captured my upper lip hungrily. I was never kissed before, nor had I ever kissed anyone, but my lips moved instinctively, as if they met him before.

He held me tight, trying to pull me closer even though our bodies were already pressed against each other, his arms painful around me but I didn't care. There was a growl-ish purr coming from him which called something inside me. He tilted my head to the side-

"NO!" He growled, pushing me off to the other end of the couch.

"Wha-"

"I'm going hunting." My mind barely registered that; I was only seeing and thinking that he was leaving. I curled up, holding myself. My body, heart, mind and soul were still quivering in pleasure (and my blood), singing for him.

Edward ran out of heaven like a bat out of hell, dragging his demon with him. Taking another route, away from the last he took, he hunted for moose. In one motion he pounced, twisted it's neck by it's antlers and took it down. Only then did the demon stop resisting but it was still unsatisfied.

He looked around; the rest of the herd had run off. He couldn't possibly return now. As he walked back, he pondered about what had transpired. He only started to run when he remembered he left her untied; her running away was something he couldn't bear. Perhaps he could make things right. He would try. But he ran into a familiar scent. It was a wolf-no, shapeshifter-esque but not wolf. Bear.

He sniffed around, catching two different variants before high tailing it back to her. They were following his trail. Their scents did a U-turn where he killed the bear yesterday. They didn't go to the cabin but they came from somewhere; they're could be an entire tribe of them.

He ran away to avoid feeding on me. I wonder what it's like, to crave human blood...

I used to think Vampires were bad. That they hunted humans and lived without a care in the world. But I was wrong and I had no idea how to move about in the present moment of my life.

I jumped at the sound of the door being pushed opened. The side of the door frame was now in splinters.

"Wha-" He grabbed my hand and pulled me along as he ran to the car.

"What's going on?!"

"Were-Bears!"

"What?!" I screamed as he pushed me in.

"Like werewolves. Shapeshifters. Never met one. We have to get out." He pulled out and sped out.

"Are they dangerous?"

"Could be, I don't want to find out."

He grew tenser when he drove onto the crowded road.

"Maybe they're pescetarian?" I said.

"Want to find out?"

"...no." He was about to hit the dashboard but stopped himself.

"What are we going to do?"

"I have no choice," He said defeated, shaking his head.

"I'm turning back to the states. They may not cross the border. I didn't know they existed; we can't go through the northern territories. With that and Saskatchewan...there's First Nations, reservations, everywhere; any Canadian could be one of them." He said, and looked at the people who crossed the street.

"Maybe you should call your family...?"

"They wouldn't help me, and even if they would, I couldn't drag them into this. Don't worry, they won't hurt you."

"But I'm worried they'll hurt you." He turned away from the road to look at me. He seemed unsure of what to say. He turned back without saying anything.

Edmonton wasn't in the top half of Alberta, but it still took a long time to get to the border. Edward said the Algonkians lived in this province, and another group of them lived in Saskatchewan, the province only a few miles from the road we were on. They were just as fast and strong as vampires he said.

"Are they immortal too?"

"Neither of us are. To kill a vampire you tear them apart and burn the pieces. Death is imminent with a mere vampire bite for werewolves. I'm hoping it's the same for these overgrown furballs."

"You...didn't eat one of their friends yesterday, did you?" He scoffed.

"Sorry, I make bad jokes when I'm nervous." He took gripped my hand.

"You're the only thing keeping me sane right now."

Finally I don't have to blow my nose and life happened but here it is, I hope you love it. Forewarning; this is almost over and I plan on starting Triple-Sided Apocalyse (twific) and maybe another twific or add to Vampire Nature and/or TribalHusbands.