CHAPTER 25 - Miracles
Bella's POV :
In gym class that morning, Mr. Cullen blew his whistle and I almost had a heart attack. He came in from behind me this time, he never comes out of that side entrance. I held a hand to my chest as the other girls were standing up and I did also.
"Problem, Swan ?" , he asked coldly with mean eyes as he passed me, wearing a very snug red t shirt today with black shorts…damn those chiseled legs of his.
"No, Mr. Cullen.", I squeaked back meekly as he passed me, already looking away as he stood in front of the other girls.
He made a hmm sound as if I was mistaken about that. I peeked at him as he held the whistle in his white hand and said, "Lunges. 30."
We all silently complied and put a bent leg out, then bent the one behind us, going down as far as possible…then back up.
Mr. Cullen walked between us, watching to make sure we were doing it correctly as usual. He was slowly making his way over towards me as I tried to do it right.
Then he stopped beside me and put his hands on his hips, watching closely.
I didn't look at him, afraid my eyes would say too much as I did.
"You're not doing it right, Swan.", he finally said as I jumped again.
His hands went on my shoulder and back as he instructed, "Down to this point…hold…then back up again."
He moved my body in the way it was supposed to go and I felt hot the second he touched me.
How does he DO this ? Act as if he cares nothing about me…like I'm a stranger…just another student ? I know, he's a hell of an actor.
"Yes, Mr. Cullen.", I began to move the way he showed me.
"Better.", he said without a smile, walking away.
"Hale, are you kidding me ?", he said to Alice next, "BEND the knee. There you go."
"Fagan, you can go lower than that.", he snapped at her next.
After we were done to his satisfaction, he stood there and crossed his arms, saying, "For the next two weeks, we'll be doing Archery outside."
"Why ?" a voice asked, cutting him off.
His expression froze and his eyes turned to Alice. They almost burned her as he assessed her.
I was scared for her and looked at her, as did all the girls, concerned for her.
"The gym floors are being redone.", he stated in Alice's direction, "Is that okay with you, Miss Hale ?"
His tone was very meek and submissive, a mocking tone. I felt myself frown, watching this. Is he mad at her for something ?
"Yes Mr. Cullen.", she said timidly, looking down at the floor.
"Oh good.", he breathed, holding a hand to his chest, "Thank you, Miss Hale."
She didn't say anything but I felt her pain.
"There is to be no playing around out there.", he informed coldly, back to being himself, "These are arrows, they're not toys. You are to obey my rules to the LETTER."
Oooh. I felt something twist inside my stomach. It was nice.
"Rule One.", he stared into the eyes of one girl to my left, "DO NOT point your arrow at anyone else. This rule will be followed at ALL times. Rule Two. Do NOT point or shoot an arrow into the sky. The arrow could land on someone or even worse, it could damage school property. Rule Three. When loading and nocking an arrow, you will always point it at the ground. Rule Four. Never draw an arrow when someone is standing close to you or if they are in the path of your target. No joking around, no 'I was just playing Mr. Cullen' will be tolerated.
If anyone has big earrings on, now it the time to remove them.
Is all that clear ?"
I almost laughed. Big earrings. The eighties are over, Mr. Cullen.
"Yes, Mr. Cullen.", we all said.
"Great.", he gave a fake smile, "I can't wait to call 911. Let's move."
He assigned Miss Fagan and Alice to bring all the equipment along as he led us to the field outside.
There were already seven or eight big bales of hay with plastic covers over them, wearing a large circle on them…The outer rings were black, then the next ring inside that was blue, red, then yellow in the center.
I never did archery before. I was a little nervous. In volleyball, if I fucked up, someone just got hit with a ball. Here I could kill someone.
"Swan,", Mr. Cullen said as soon as we got out there, "You go way down on the end, stay as far from me as possible."
He smirked at me as my mouth fell open at that one. Then I knew he was just kidding. But only the two of us knew it.
Mr. Cullen had us all line up and watch as he instructed us. There was a red line spray painted in the grass.
He straddled it, telling us this is the shooting line. We were not to go beyond this line while others are shooting. He held the bow and showed us how to load the arrow, how to hold the bow, etc. I loved watching him work, he was so good.
Then he pulled the string back, taking aim…saying, "Bring the bow back here…stretch…and release."
He just let his fingers straighten in one quick move and the bow took flight, striking dead center in the yellow circle, bullseye. Of course.
Fuck. Hello Darryl Dixon. This was a hot male character I adored on The Walking Dead. He always used a bow and arrow, then later, a crossbow. And he's just been replaced by someone better.
"Seven of you step up and I'll go to each one of you to show you how to nock the arrow. Wait your turn quietly and no one shoots until I say so.", he announced.
I was far back behind three other girls, waiting, looking up, glad it was sunny out today and not too cold. Alice came up to me and said in a low voice, "I didn't see you last night after, how was the dance ?"
"Oh my God.", I smiled, feeling a little rush in my cheeks, "So good."
"I told you.", she beamed happily, looking and touching my hair, "And your hair came out so pretty ! Especially in the sun, now, you can see the red highlights !"
"I know, I love it.", I told her, "You're right, this was much better than jet black."
Alice made a little face. "Jet black…that's for Elvis and Johnny Cash. That's too harsh for your skin tone."
"Yea I guess.", I watched Mr. Cullen showing Miss Harris how to put the end of the arrow into the string of the bow.
"Thanks again for everything yesterday.", I told her again, really meaning it, "You're the best ! I can't believe how pretty you made me look."
"You're already pretty.", she waved a hand at me, "Makeup just brings that out more."
"I can't believe no one threw me out, in that costume.", I said, "I thought for sure some teacher would report me or something."
"You got lucky.", Alice nodded, watching Mr. Cullen. The other girls who waited their turn were all talking so I felt we were allowed.
"Who was your guy ?", she asked me.
"Oh.", I tried to think up something, "It was this rich kid…uh…Nick. It turns out we went to summer camp together once. He must have found out I was the peanut butter sandwich. He sent me the dress and all."
Did that sound feasible ? I'm SO not good at this whole deception thing. Mr. Cullen would have to teach me soon.
"Is he cute ?", she was dying to talk about boys.
"Not really.", I said on purpose, hoping he would hear me over there. I delighted when I saw his eyes move over and find me, giving me that dangerous glance.
In my mind, I added, cute doesn't even BEGIN to describe him. Human words, even the best words, failed to do him justice.
"How about your cookie ?", I smiled at her, "Who was he ?"
"Ukk.", Alice rolled her eyes, "This worm named Wilton."
"Wilton ?", I chuckled, "Is that his last name ?"
"No, believe it or not, it's his first name.", she looked repulsed, "And can you imagine…his last name is Werner ?"
I laughed.
"Wilton Werner.", I said it, shaking my head, "Jesus."
Thank God I didn't have to endure that crap.
"I didn't even dance one dance with him.", Alice looked at her fingernails, "But I DID meet someone else…"
"Oooh…", I looked at her, recognizing that tone…."Details !"
It wasn't hard to get her to spill.
She leaned in and said, "His name is Damian. Oh my God even his NAME is hot."
"Woah.", I answered, "That IS a great name. What's his last name ?"
"Ummm", she thought about it, "I don't know…"
I laughed and so did she.
"Anyway, he's super cute.", she began, "And his eyes are like…ice blue !"
"Miss Hale", Mr. Cullen called to her and when I looked we were the only two over here while all the other girls were set up and shooting.
"Can I bother you for a moment ?", he asked her as she went over to him, I was close behind her.
"Perhaps we can interrupt your riveting tale with some archery ?", he asked her.
"Sorry, Mr. Cullen.", she said as he began to teach her.
When it was my turn, he looked at me and said, "Swan. Lord help us."
I frowned and he curled his finger so I'd come closer.
"You care to take a stab at this ?", he asked me and when I jerked my head up to his in horror, he looked up and away, grinning mischievously.
If he weren't so frigging adorable right now I'd be mad. But I looked angrily at him anyway…for a second.
"I KNEW it.", I said under my breath as he cleared his throat and got back to business.
"Swan, focus.", he snapped his fingers.
He had a bow and arrow in his hands and he said, showing me the bottom of the arrow.
"Start with your arrow.", he began confidently, "The bottom of the arrow has this little space in between."
He showed it to me. I nodded.
"Clip that…", he said as he did it, "Right onto the bowstring."
Got it.
"You want to put it right underneath this brass knocking point and pop it on.", he said, letting me watch him do it.
"Once it's there.", he looked at me briefly, "One finger above your arrow…and two below."
I watched closely, nodding. He looked at me again, making sure I was paying attention.
"Bring your arms up together…", he said it as he did it, stepping away from me, "Now you're gonna drive your hand back all the way…."
He pulled the string back, his fingers right by his ear as he said, "Until you hit here."
"All the way back…", he said, doing it, "Stretch…and release…"
God he's fucking sexy. I wish I could see him do this without a shirt on.
He let the arrow go and it hit again perfectly in the center. Doesn't he ever miss ?
He took another arrow from behind him, from his quiver, and handed me one, with the bow. He was like a sensual Cupid.
"Your turn.", he sounded almost nervous, as if he just handed a chimp a loaded gun.
I began and I did everything he said…but when I pulled the bow string back he stopped me.
"Hold on, Swan.", he put a hand up, not touching me.
"Common mistake.", he said flatly, "A lot of people are way too tense. Your shoulders are right into your neck. You're not comfortable at all. You want to be nice and relaxed and confidant with what you're doing. So it's a smooth draw back…"
He nodded, his eyes waiting for me to do it as he watched.
I took a deep breath and made myself relax. I had been learning how to do that in my different bondage positions for the last month. I reminded myself this was my Master with me, not to be afraid.
I put my fingers on the string and pulled back, smoothly…both my eyes open…looking at the circle out there…I didn't aim to hit the center, I just prayed I'd hit it at all.
"That's right..all the way back….to come down.", he advised, "And when you release, nice and still. Then you can break."
Alright.
I let my fingers straighten as he showed me and the TWANG of the string sounded in my ears. The arrow was soaring and I winced, wondering who would be hit with it.
"PUNNGG", the arrow plucked the sound as it struck. I looked and saw it was in the FUCKING YELLOW!"
I almost dropped the bow I was so thrilled…was that REALLY my arrow ?! I made a very elated sound of disbelief as I stared at it.
More incredibly, Mr. Cullen looked at me and smiled ! It was the first smile I'd seen him make today and I was dazzled by its light.
"SWAN !", he said, celebrating with his voice, "VERY GOOD ! Let's see if you can do that again."
"Oh God.", I tried to focus as Mr. Cullen watched me, not saying anything, a small smile there on his flawless lips.
"Relax.", he reminded me.
"Wait a second.", he came up behind me and carefully showed me how to take aim.
"If you raise your arms up, you can shoot upwards…then this way to angle downward." , he instructed.
Then he stood back. He was being very careful not to touch me much today, I noticed.
I tried to forget he was there, watching…and I tried to aim…for the center…I let my fingers go and the arrow plucked to life…flying away.
When I looked, cringing, the second arrow had pierced the target right beside the first one…they were
TOUCHING !
I laughed and my mouth hung open. I almost leapt into his arms to hug him and I think he wanted to do the same to me…but we were in class.
"SWAN !", he leaned forward and almost took my arms but he stopped himself as I beamed up at him.
"I can't believe it but I might just have to put an A in your box today.", he smiled down at me. It felt so warm and sweet in the glow of his gym teacher smile. I had never been here before.
I felt little tears in my eyes. I had made him happy. In gym class. It was a dream come true. And last night had been a nightmare that had come true. I still shivered, thinking about it…the knife stabbing into the table…and scraping as he dragged it. I wish I hadn't enjoyed it that much.
"Keep up the good work, Swan.", he grinned now, going back into his gym teacher mode, giving me a pat on the arm, moving on behind me to coach another girl.
I just looked at the target and sighed in total bliss. I was good at something. A sport ! For a half second I pictured myself telling my father about it. But then I forgot that notion.
This could be a fluke, I told myself 30 seconds later. But every time I had a turn, I did well. Not always a bullseye but close. The weird part was, I wasn't even trying to aim, the arrows just went into the thing on their own !
I saw some of the other girls struggling with their arrows… a lot of them were on the ground out there, one even bounced off the target and landed on the grass. Mr. Cullen had his hands full with them and for once I wasn't getting yelled at. Although I did miss his voice shouting my last name.
Three whistle blasts. That meant it was time to stop shooting the arrows and go out there and get the ones in the targets or on the ground. I went out there, making sure the coast was clear, and the other girls did the same beside me. Miss Fagan was watching me take my arrows out of the center and red rings and looked jealous. I smiled at her and didn't say anything as she picked her arrows off the ground. I would never gloat just because I was pretty good at this…I knew too well the sting of sucking at something. I would never be that girl to mock others. If anything, I'd help anyone who wanted to learn. I liked that quality in Mr. Cullen. He is a tough teacher but he does teach and he does it well. If I were a teacher, I'd like to be the same way.
When class was done, no one had been injured or shot and we all returned to the gym inside. Mr. Cullen gave me a very nice smile after he dismissed the class and I turned back to look at him one more time. To me, it felt like Christmas morning.
For the rest of the day I was walking on air…first the dance and now this. Maybe this place isn't so terrible after all. I felt…happy. Oh my God…I like it here. Fuck.
I told myself that it was because of Mr. Cullen but that was only part of it. Now that I thought of it…I did like it here. I liked taking care of the dogs. I liked Alice. I liked my teachers. I liked my classes, even gym now ! I LOVED the library. Mr. Cullen knew he could always find me there.
I hadn't wanted to cut myself since I was ordered not to by Mr. Cullen. I loved reading out in the special quiet spots I found out here, one on a hill overlooking a lake full of ducks. Another was on a little cliff edge that looked out on the fields where the horses would be allowed to run free at sunset. It really was like being in Harry Potter, only without the magic. Well…no wait…I do have magic. I have Master.
I wish I could share this…tell someone about how he makes me feel. How much I love him and would do anything for him. How he makes my body feel. How sad it makes me that he thinks he cannot love. How could I reach him ? I wish he could see himself the way I see him.
Dr. Carlisle had me in group again today and tried to get me to talk about Charlie. I was so not in the mood for that shit today. He allowed me to pass but he gave me that look. That, "alright Miss Swan for today, I'll allow that but tomorrow I'd like you to share" look.
I could make some more shit up, I had gotten pretty good at it. Dr. Carlisle couldn't touch me now, I felt like I had special armor now that Master had given me. I really had learned to build a wall around my heart, choosy about who I'd allow inside. Right now it was only Master. Well, and Alice.
I thought back to today in gym…was he mad at her because of me ? No I don't think so. I didn't do anything and he would let me know if I HAD. Maybe it's something totally not related to me. It really bothered me that Mr. Cullen and Alice could have some secrets like I had with him. There are 316 other girls like me in this school that have that with him. I wish I could know their stories…but then…another part of me didn't want to know…couldn't know…
There always seemed to be hostility between him and Alice. I wish I could ask her why. But I know he'd be listening or reading her mind. There was no way I could ask her. And even if I did, she couldn't and wouldn't answer.
Jasper and Maya hardly ever text or call anymore. Nov. 1st. Not even two months later after I came here. They forgot about me already. I told myself I didn't care. But I do.
Edward's POV:
As I got dressed for the dance, I was proud that I managed to gag and lock up my inner demon. I realized as I put my tie on that I haven't really done this in…how long ? Over two hundred years ?
A date. A dance. At first I thought it was silly and childish as Miss Swan began to complain about how unjust it all was, forcing her to mingle with some random boy. I laughed at her, telling myself it was her problem not mine. But then I kept seeing her dancing with some boy, a pathetic pimply faced well of horny angst. And something inside me began to get furious. I kept telling myself to relax, nothing would happen. I trusted her enough to know she wouldn't be making out with anyone else…but still…
He would touch her hand…he would have his hand around her waist. He could make her smile or laugh…and even thinking of that, my intestines felt on fire.
Okay so I'm jealous. Because I know that any other boy would be a better choice for her than me. But I don't care. I want her. She's mine.
Then once I decided she would be going with me, I had to figure out a costume. I was NOT about to dress as a jelly sandwich half.
I remembered Miss Swan's cell phone picture…the goth angel she dreamed of being. On Halloween, I could certainly make that happen.
I had a lot of fun planning it, choosing her gown, the jewelry, etc. I was schooled a long time ago about what a woman would want to wear, the right cut, the right shoes, the right accessories. It wasn't hard for me to take care of that.
I felt like a woman myself going into my vast closets to find something suitable for my half of the costume. I found things I hadn't worn in decades. I felt like a widow who was going out again after a long time alone. Finally I found the right things and they all worked together. She had always only seen me in t shirts and shorts, and my jeans, leather pants…I wanted her to see me dressed like a man.
I also found my black bear claw necklace. I smiled at it, remembering…someone very special had given me this a long, long time ago. I miss her. I think she'd be happy for me and Miss Swan. So I decided to wear it. It was gold at the base and the curved, sharp black claw just rested on my chest. It felt right to wear it again. Esme…I hope you're happy…somewhere.
Then I stood there, in my three way mirror, wondering, should I bring one of my black canes ? I had some nice black marble ones with curved handles…I decided against it. She'd think it was a caning thing…and I'm not Master tonight…I'm Edward, her anonymous partner at the dance. Her fallen angel.
The more time it took me to get ready for this thing the more fun I was having. A little nice cologne, a splash of after shave…even though I never shave…gloves…yes…old fashioned but I think she'd like them. I don't want to touch her with icy hands tonight.
I'm glad the demon is silent tonight, he'd have ruined this whole thing for me. I wondered why he went dormant so easily. He usually fights me when I want him gone for awhile.
Maybe, deep down, he likes Miss Swan too. And that both thrilled me and terrified me.
When I looked for Miss Swan at the dance, I didn't see her but I could hear her. She turned down a kid dressed as pizza ! Aww…she chose me over pizza. I was touched. All the boys were staring at her, their tongues hanging on the ground as they drunk her in…she was the only girl there with a sexy costume.
I heard her above me and decided to wait by the bottom of the stairs for her. I knew she'd look pretty as usual, but when I looked up and saw her coming down towards me…I was dumbstruck.
She was a goddess!
Her hair was darker and shone like silk, loose curls raining over her cream shoulders and full, round breasts, the neckline showing them off magnificently. Her mask…her eyes…her lips…holy shit !
I was exuding the same thoughts that all the other little boys were having…
This girl…no…this WOMAN…was far out of my league. I felt my mouth gaping open as she smiled and noticed me. Suddenly I felt under dressed and less than what she deserved. But then she looked at me as if I were just as stunning as she…and that gave me more confidence.
She truly did look like a vampire, one that wouldn't see me for dust. Her fingernails were a bit longer and painted glossy black…every inch of her was ethereal, like she had just crawled out of the moon.
Her heart was beating faster as she accepted me and took my hand, letting me kiss it.
Suddenly I felt like I was standing in 1775, courting the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. This is how one used to find their bride, a dance…a cotillion. A social gathering…back then one conversation that sparked something between two people was all it took before the courting began. And then that's the woman you married. This never happened for me because I was a bastard. No father, a whore for a mother, and I lived and worked in a brothel. I could never court or marry. No father would ever let me come up to the door, not that I found anyone I wanted like that.
I wish I could love you Miss Swan. I wish that above all other things. Even above my one wish that I'd always had – to be human again. Now that one was second.
And just as I felt I was with a gorgeous stranger, taking her to the dance floor, she was still Miss Swan inside as she said, "I can't dance."
She's so adorable. She thinks she can't do anything. I so want to set her free of her self loathing. I had enough for both of us. She seemed to like it when I put her up on my feet and danced for the both of us.
I wanted to be a good partner, a fun date. I used to be a pretty good dancer even when I was human…and I had kept up with the steps over the centuries. It wasn't hard for a mind reader to listen to other dancers on a floor and get their moves and techniques. And I had a great time dancing with her. Once she forgot everyone else in the room, she was really free and amazing the way she moved…she was the loveliest woman there…the only woman there as far as my eyes were concerned.
It was such a treat, having this one night without the voice in my head, to be young again…to be 17 again…with her. The music was great, too, not as awful as I anticipated. Maybe music isn't dead after all.
All I could think all night was that I wanted her to have fun with me. To see me this way, even if for only one night. No brooding, no canes or whips…just me. This was as close as I could come to the young kid I used to be before that night…before death came to get me. I hoped she would like me this way.
And she did.
It was perfect. Like escaping Hell for three hours and dancing with an angel who loves me. I couldn't even CARE that soon I would have to go back afterwards.
But then…as I walked her home…I could feel the chains around the demon's cage weakening. I could almost hear him raging, waking up. He was pissed…and he wanted his turn with her now. I tried to fight him…but then Miss Swan tore my shirt open and licked the claw around my neck. And that was it.
He was loose. And coming after her.
She invited him and she wasn't sorry about it either. It seems as much as I love her innocent AND wicked side, she feels the same way about me too. But she's only 17 and I'm 265. I should have more restraint, control. How did this little girl break all my strength in only a month ?
I can't pretend it's all the demon…I was weak too…I wanted him to break in and bring his darkness with him…she loved the night even more than the day and I knew that. Her journal poured with wishes and fantasies that only the demon could bring. So, even if it meant I had to step aside and let him play with her too…while I watched…I would do that for her. But always keeping him under control so he wouldn't harm her. Like holding a leash really tightly as he played with her, ready to try and yank him back if necessary. It was so impossible sometimes to hold him back. Her light and her song were too attractive for us to resist her. We didn't want to. We were moths being pulled to her flame.
Later, Miss Swan would confront me about playing the psycho with the knife game. But I went right to the page where she wrote and I quoted her, "I love being terrified on Halloween. I dream of being kidnapped by some mental case and he keeps me, scaring the shit out of me all night."
I'll admit I had fun playing that too. Miss Swan was never in real danger of being stabbed or cut, I had that completely under control, having fed a lot the night before.
But there was a moment in the field, when her voice was so deep and it was like something invisible and infectious reached inside me and grabbed. I was pulled to her, so tight…I even heard myself say "Oh my God."
Because I was completely owned by her in that split second. If she wanted me dead, I'd have stabbed myself a thousand times. What IS she ? She can't be a normal human. Even though everything says that she is. She has something else…something that weakens me. But it's a delirious weakness. One I love feeling.
She even owns the beast living inside me. And even I don't own him.
It was fun, though, leaving clues in her bathroom that I had really been there. Tank almost blew my cover but then he smelled me and did as I told him. Good boy. It was a lot of fun putting her into her own duffel bag. She really had to work to get inside it. And she really got creeped out by my masks…and the one I made her wear. It was the first Halloween in a long time that I actually enjoyed. It had everything. Romance, dancing, laughter, sex, fear, bondage, you name it. And her body gave her away the whole time we played, she was excited as fuck. I keep trying to scare her but she's never scared. She likes this shit. Damn. She's so far ahead of her years.
I loved the look on her face when I would tease her sometimes, after a particularly intense scene, I would mock her voice, making it very girly, saying, "I don't WANT to go to France." Or "I thought I saw a mouse." I expected her to give me the angry eyes but she would just laugh and play tap me as if I were some 18 year old kid she was hanging out with, not the ancient psychopath I truly am.
Tank does serve one purpose. He can cuddle with Miss Swan when I have to leave her. I'm glad that she has a protector while I'm gone. Don't get me wrong, I could go to Iran and know it if she was in danger…and get there if she needed me. But still, Tank can give her an innocent love that I can't.
I will need to taste her blood…soon. After Halloween, I had began to make preparations to do this. It couldn't be something done on a whim, during foreplay, when the mood usually struck me to sink my teeth in and gulp. No. Not with her blood. Not if I wanted her to survive the first time. If I want to keep her long term, I would have to be very careful. But I can't wait much longer. I would have to speak to her and see if she was ready for this.
Weird. With any other girl I'd be drinking them in the first ten minutes. But then I wasn't tempted to drain them completely. I could stop with them when I had to. And I never asked them their permission before, either. This one is special. I knew that much. I would have to do it differently than I had ever done it before.
How would I even bring this up ? Umm.. Miss Swan…317…no. Bella…can we talk? No that sounds like I'm about to break up with her, not that she's my girlfriend or anything.
Every time I ask to talk to her with my serious voice her heart beats out of her chest and her anxiety levels go crazy. She always thinks I'm about to break our relationship.
Bella…can I ask you something ? Yes…this is a good opening.
She had asked ME this question all the time. Alright…
Why am I being so afraid of her reaction ? She's a human, I'm a vampire. This is so confusing.
Maybe I should just tell her not ask her.
Miss Swan….the time has come for me to taste your blood. Here are the rules.
That works in gym class but this isn't gym. This is her life. It can't be me ordering her like she's a cheeseburger.
I needed to work on this a little more. I thought about asking her in Spanish and that thought made me laugh.
Deep inside me, I knew that whatever I wanted from Bella, she would give it to me, and be glad to. Even if it meant her life would be in danger. She loves me that much. I'm a piece of shit.
I knew enough that I wanted to have a small taste first. To test some things out. Her blood could be the best high I've ever felt. Or it could hurt me.
I went home and laid down in my bed that night, my dogs sleeping at my sides, missing Tank. I couldn't sleep but I quite liked to lay down and close my eyes sometimes. I needed the quiet and the peace after being surrounded by hormonal girls all day long.
Miss Swan did well in gym class today. She hit the target…every single time. I exhaled, seeing it over and over in my brain, a big stupid smile on my lips…it's so wonderful to witness a miracle. If tomorrow she is terrible, I will truly just start sobbing right in front of all the girls in class.
I kept hearing the music…feeling her body against me as we moved together…dancing. I felt my lips smile as I relived the whole evening, I could see it all crystal clear as if I were watching a video. I began to sing along to the words, "I love it when you call me Senorita… I wish I could pretend I didn't need ya,
But every touch is ooh-la-la-la
It's true la-la-la
Ooh, I should be running
Ooh, you keep me coming for you…"
END OF CHAPTER 25