Chapter 3

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Karma Pov

I walked into the tribe, still in wolf form. Cameron ran to me.

"Thank god, you're okay!" Cameron said hugging me.

'What do you think would happen?' I barked at him. I knew he understood me.

"What? I can't worry about my best friend?" He asked.

'Cameron…' I barked. Cam rolled his eyes.

"Whatever, are you going to turn in?" Cameron asked.

I nodded. I shifted forms.

"Yes, no one is to know of what happened today, don't worry about getting attacked, I set them on the right track." I told him.

It's a bit hard, when you have to obey, serve and protect one of those bloodsuckers though. I thought.

"Night Karma" Cameron said. He shifted to his wolf form

"Night Cam, and be safe." I told him. I patted his head.

'When am I not safe?' he barked at me. I rolled my eyes.

"Night" I said, and entered my cabin.

I was running. It felt nice to run again. To stretch my muscles, I love running. I began to slow down as I passed their house. I sat on the grass. The sun was setting. I lay down on the grass. My heart was beating faster than usual.

Why is that? 'Because, you are loyal to your worst enemy.' I huffed. I rested my head on my arms and crossed my paws. I closed my eyes. When my eyes opened the sun had just gone down. The moon was half full. I laid there. I didn't want to come back, I had too. He ordered me too. But, on the other hand, I was excited to see Rory, again. I mean I thought he was dead for over 100 years. Of course I'd be happy to see him. I heard someone step out of the house. I shifted and looked at the one who came out. Rory.

Rory was pale, his skin almost the color of white. His eyes were still really blue. He was taller now; he had on jeans, a black wife beater with a green hoodie and black converses. He looked normal, except for the paleness for his skin. Before I knew it Rory was in front of me. I tensed, and snarled. He didn't show fear, he didn't cower he didn't even take a step back.

"I know you won't hurt me." He taunted.

"Don't count on it." I hissed.

Rory laughs, "Okay, then try to hurt me. Let's see if you can actually hurt me." Rory said. He stepped closer to me. We were inches away from each other. He raised his eyebrows. I clenched my fist and hit him square in the chest. The punch caused him to stumble back a couple feet.

"Is that the best you can do?" He taunted me again.

"Are you willing to try me?" I asked. Soon I felt both of my arms behind me.

"What is it mortals say nowadays? Ah, yes. Bring it on." He said. I rolled my eyes. It sounded funny when he said that, mostly because of his Irish accent.

I bend forwards pulling my arms towards me. He flips over my back releasing my arms. He moves to try and pin. I dodged it. We fight like this. We were evenly matched. Soon Rory managed to get my arms pinning behind me, while he has his arm around my neck. He apparently learned from the first time.

"You put up a good fight. You accomplished to tire me out. I'm impressed." Rory said.

"You're the only one who can take me on." I stated disbelieving the fact myself.

"Not really like I said before, you can't, won't hurt me." Rory says. He turns me around. He is holding my arm. Cold, an undercurrent of heat and shock, that's what I felt.

"Don't be too sure of yourself." I said. Rory gave me a small smile. I removed my hand from his grip. I was about to leave him there, but…

"Come back." Rory said. I tried to fight the urge to go back to him. He is a vampire! They are not to be trusted; they are killing machines, all they want is blood, I tried to reason with myself. The urge to be near him grew stronger. I find myself in front of him. He put his hand on my waist.

"Stay here, with me, if you want, it's your choice." He told me. I didn't feel the need to stay with him. He was giving me an option.

"But, maybe this will help you decide." Rory said. He leaned in closer.

"Put your hands around my neck, in 5 seconds." He said. He leaned closer and closer. 3…2…1… my arms went around his neck and he smiled, and our lips brushed. I felt something in my stomach, like…Butterflies? This is not happening. This is NOT happening. Rory pulled away.

"So, what do you chose?" Rory asked me.

"I…I…I chose to st-"

I woke up from the dream. Lord, have mercy. I kissed a vampire, or well he kissed me, but that's wrong. But yet, in the dream it didn't feel wrong. It felt right. No, don't go down that path. He's a bloodsucker, he takes blood from innocent lives, and he kills them. I shudder at the thought that my Rory killing someone. I cursed silently at myself. He is not my Rory. My Rory was dead.

So there you go chapter 3.

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