Chapter 2 of 'you again'

Disclamier: I dont own anything except Karma

*Rory Pov*

Ryan never begged before, but he was close to, I had heard it in his voice. She walked closer to me. I retreated, into the house. She followed me in.

"Young one, stop moving, so goddamn much. I'm trying to see you, yet you insist on moving." She said. I stopped moving. I knew that voice. I felt a memory try to resurface. She looks at me, starting at my shoes. When she reached my face, she bared her teeth and snarled. She began growling. She walked backwards. Her nose flared.

"No…no… I refuse to believe it…" She whispered. Again a memory, a name, tried to resurface, but it refused to.

"Come here." I said. She growled again, but it was harder for her to step back, soon her body lurched forward, causing her to take a few steps. She walked towards me, fist clenched. A few feet away, I called out

"You mustn't hurt me or my family. You mustn't fight anyone of us." I told her. Her fist began to unclench.

She was now only a foot away.

"Look me in the eyes." I ordered.

She hesitantly looked me in the eyes. I widen my eyes,

"Karma" I said. I extended my arm and touched her.

*Karma Pov

He touched my arm. His touch was so cold, like vampires should be, but there was an undercurrent of heat, and shock. I let out a gasp. I had obeyed every one of his commands. The other vampires were wide eyed. I never listened to any of them. Then Ryan opened up his big ass mouth and said…

"She has been Claimed, by one of our own, Rory." He said astonishment filled his voice.

Everyone had they jaws on the floor.

"What does that mean?" Rory asked me. No, this isn't Rory. This is an undead creature using his body, his voice. I yelled to myself. Again I answered him,

"It means that I am forever faithful to you, you undead creature of the night. Do you not recall the promise I made to you all those years ago." I asked. Rory was silent.

"You promised to…protect me, to always loyal…to me…and only me." Rory said.

I nodded.

"Now, let go of me, you bloodsucker." I hissed. Rory didn't remove his arm, instead he hugged me!

"I thought that you were killed." Rory said. He sounded relived. As if I dying have made him sad all these years. He sounds just like him. I felt myself relax a bit. His cold skin, the heat and shock undercurrent, his even breathing, his arms around my back; it was all so familiar, except for the cold skin, that made me tense up again.

I eased myself away from his grip.

I can never return.

"You will return, every night." Rory said.

Damn it!

All I could do was nod. I shifted back into a wolf. As I was leaving the house I shot a glare to all the vampires, except Rory, none of it was his fault.

To this all this started with a little promise I made as an 8 or 9 year old to Rory.

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