She was so close to the verge of insanity.
Love - or obsession - was a cruel thing.
Anne was scared. She had never been so scared in her life. No word, no hug, nothing from her family could assure her, that everything would be just fine, that this would pass.
Nothing.
She was dying for his touch. She was dying just to stand close to him. Gosh it scared the life out of her, just thinking about how far she would go for him.
He was like drug. He was a sweet nightmare that haunted her day and night.
That's it.
It was always so easy sneaking out of the house without being busted. She was so used to it that it startled her. One look back at the form of her sister, and Anne was gone.
Bare foot, no jacket. That was how she liked it, wandering in the dark alone. The night always held so many secrets, so mysterious, so her. It was in moment like this she was truly herself.
But who was she?
In night like this, she was not sure if she was Anne Marie Cullen.
They were drawn to each other, it was crystal clear to her now, as she watched him standing by the waterfall. For the first time since she had known him, Alec was bare foot, t-shirt and jeans. She watched his muscler dance in the moonlight as he turned around to face her.
A week had passed since their arrival. A week was spent on avoiding him at all cost.
Yet here she was, willingly came to him.
Alec blinked, keeping up the neutral mask on his face. God please. So itimidating. So monsterous. So dangerous. The logical part of her brain screamed at her to run, run away for her life. Yet she stood, waiting, dying for his touch.
"I've doubted." - His voice, so smooth and low, so manly, despite his youthful face - "I've doubted if I had it all wrong, that I had mistaken. I thought you would never came."
His hand froze mid-air, so close to her.
Touch. Me. Please.
"Anne?" - Maybe, for the first time since forever, Alec was at lost for word, as his eyes gazed down on hers. They were all black. The colour reminded her of the beating heart inside her chest, of the blood running in her vein.
One more reason to turn away and run.
It was just an act. You know it. Run, please. He is not worth your life, your family. He was not worth your sister's safety.
She knew. Oh she knew it. Anne knew it very well. But knowing something and doing it were two very different things.
"Anne?"
Oh his breath, his exotic breath. Oh how much she wanted to clung to him. Him, and his breath, and his lips...
"Open your eyes, Anne."
She stared into the darkness, seeing nothing. But it was just Alec's eyes. Empty. Souless.
You know he doesn't deserve this.
She could just walk away.
But she didn't.
"Alec."
For a brief moment, she allowed herself to think that such a simple word could affect so much to a man like him.
"Anne." - He swallowed hard, and she couldn't help but think about all the blood she had - "Did I... Did... Did I hurt... you?"
It took a moment longer for her brain to refuntion.
"That night, in Volterra." - He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, as if ashamed of what happened. - "That... night I... Did I hurt you, Anne?"
She searched his face, though she knew nothing was there. Her memory started to re-run every single detail, every single moment...
Yes, he did hurt her.
His head hung low, avoiding her prying look. He looked so lonely, so defeated that she considered to reach out for him, that's it, until he took a step back.
What?
"I'm sorry."
For what?
"I didn't mean to hurt you. I'm sorry. I've got so carried away."
Alec.
"I didn't mean to keep you like that. I know it must have hurt. But... I just wanted to kiss your lips. I wanted it so bad. I'm sorry. I don't know what've got into me. Please, Anne, please forgive me. I don't mean to become a monster to you."
How could one NOT forgive an apology like that?
"Anne?"
A smile threatened on her lips. It was... sweet, she guessed. Her lips broke into a smile as Alec looked at her confusingly.
God, he was incredibly handsome and innocently cute, looking so lost with his head titlting aside.
She mirroed his action, smile grew wider. Her head was blown away with possible fantasies that made Alec quirked up an eyebrow.
She loved it that they could talk without any word spoken.
"So..." - Cautiously he took a step closer - "I take that as 'apology accepted'."
Mega-bright grin.
"Not one for word we have here, right?" - Alec chuckled, the sound of it made her heart want to jump out, and worse, he heard it too. She could feel the blush from the tips of her ears to the back of her neck, as he leaned closer, and closer, and closer...
...He carefully wrapped an arm around her waist. The other hand was placed behind her neck...
So damn close!
...and closer...
Stupid grin.
His forehead rested againsst hers. She couldn't help but pout. Alec laughed.
"Oh my my... Don't be so hasty little Anne."
"But I want to." - She didn't mean to whisper, but suddenly her voice became a traitor and left her alone. She looked up to meet his longing gaze upon her. Would it be awkward if she reached up and...
"If you do it I will not hold you anymore." - He said firmly. Damn... She sighed, part disappointed, part embrassed. But would it be okay if she... ?
To answer her unspoken question, Alec inched closer, and let her lay her head on his shoulder.
Stupid mega-bright grin.
Why couldn't they kiss? Just a kiss! C'mon!
"If I kissed you right now, high chance that your father will chop my head off. I'm not sure if I would eat you alive or not."
What?
"No kidding. And my sister too. Can't imagine the tantrum she will hold if she found out about this." - Alec sighed, a beautiful sound to Anne's ears.
"Just a peak?"
"No."
"On cheek?"
"No, Anne."
"Eskimo kiss?"
"Gosh Anne! Where did you learn all of this? And no. I'm serious, I will rip off your clothes!"
...Oops...?
"Told you. Keep that in your mind only." - Alec sighed again, pulling her so that they would face. - "And I mean it when I asked where you learned all of this."
"Rene." - She mumbled, red from head to toe. Damn it! She shouldn't have pushed him. Now look where her mind had wandered!
She let him pull her back so that her head rested on his shoulder, again. A giggle escaped her lips, and another sigh from Alec.
"Maybe tomorrow." - She hummed to herself, giggled again as Alec's hand was playing with her hair.
"Bad girl, Anne." - He mumbled. - "What should I do with you?"
Somewhere far far away, a part of her brain woke up. What could he do to her?
"You've drugged me, Anne Marie Cullen. You've got me."
This was a dream, she thought. Just a dream. She was not in the arms of the deadliest vampire alive. She was not begging for his kiss.
Just a dream. A sweet sweet dream.
Maybe if she convinced herself good enough, maybe she would get what she desired for. After all, a dream could not hurt, right?
But was this a dream or not?
Is it good? Is it bad? I'm so looking forward for your reviews guys!
Damn the eyes! I can't stop the ideas flowing in my head. Have to write it down before my head explode!
