Chapter 8 A Time for Truth

Chris POV

"Promised? To who? A vampire? Her parents are the only ones who can do that, Aren't they?" Bree asked. "Her mom was dead. Is she?"

"I don't know. I have to go on a run tomorrow. Being near Fear has made me crave her blood. I can't last much longer with out a fresh kill," I stated the truth.

"Tara will watch Fear." I glared at her. "I can't forgive her for what has been prophesized," she explained.

"She may not go willingly to them. Their visions have been wrong," I reminded her of the one time the elders had not seen correctly.

"Once out of hundreds," she snapped.

I rolled my eyes. "I'm going to bed."

Tara was coming out of my room. (AN: FYI when Chris says my room he means Nathan's room.)

"She's ready," she said pushing past me. Her hair was still red which surprised me. Her emotions normally changed it by now.

"Have you seen any visions of Fear?" I asked her.

"No. I would have told you by now," she said opening her room and closing it quickly.

I walked into my room. Tara had braided her hair into twin pig tails. I shook my head, then changed into my shorts. I was not about to let the vampire get her in my own house. I picked up her bull and laid it gently beside her. Stupid bull.

Fear's POV

I felt warmth beside me and turned toward it. An arm pulled me closer. I opened my eyes to see Chris still sleeping; it was still dark out the windows. I tried to move away, but he held me tighter. When I relaxed so did his arm. My bull was next to me. I held it closer. I tied moving again., but he moved closer to me this time.

"Chris, if you don't let me up I'm going to pee in the bed," I warned. He moved his arm. When I came back, he was all over the bed. I sat on the bed next to his back and started running my nails up it. I swear the boy started purring!

When I stopped, he rolled on to his back and pulled me down beside him. He started rubbing his jaw over mine and running his hand down my back till he got to my butt. When he touched it, I slapped him.

"What the hell!" he said immediately. "What was that for?"

I rolled my eyes at him. "Like you don't know."

"No. I don't." he said hands still on my butt.

"Move 'em or loose 'em," I said through gritted teeth. He immediately moved them. "Why am I in your bed again?"

"I put you here," he said.

"Glad that explains everything. You could've put me in my bed," I said pulling away from him. He still wouldn't let me go. "Chris," I said in warning.

"Fear," he mimicked. I started to hit him, but he caught my hand. "I just wanna hold you," he said moving his other hand to my lower back.

"Fine. But we're going to talk."

"Ok. You first," he said pulling me closer to his chest without me resisting.

"What happened the night before last to my room?" I asked immediately.

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you the truth," he said.

"Try me," I retorted. I felt him smile.

"Kiss me first," he said.

"No."

"Then you won't know," he said.

"Fine," I said scooting up the bed to his face.

He moved his thumbs over my face tracing it, as if he had never seen it, till my anger was gone. When he got to tracing my lips, he licked his. He rolled on top of me, then stared into my eyes, as if he were telling me he was in charge.

I leaned up and started nibbling along his jaw and neck. He moaned low in his throat before rolling back over with me on top and not breaking contact. I nibbled my way to a corner of his mouth. He turned his head and kissed me back. I ran my hands through his hair and pulled him closer. He started trailing kisses down my throat stopping at my carotid artery. He then put me beside him on the bed.

"There are things in this world that can not be explained," he began. "Things that are only supposed to be in books and movies," tried to search for the right words.

"Like what? Werewolves? Vampires? Ghosts? Banshees? Demons? Sirens? Mermaids? Pixies? Gnomes? Big Foot?" I asked laughing. He wasn't laughing.

"You've seen way too much Sci-Fi. But yeah some of those," he continued, "and more are real." He got up and began pacing. I sat up nervous, waiting for him to tell me whatever it was that was making him fear my reaction.

"You're starting to scare me," I stated. The sky was starting to lighten, but the room was still in shadow. He came back and sat on the bed and kissed my hand.

"Sorry. I'm trying to tell you something I've never told anyone," he smiled. "Bree has only told one person, Tara," He thought for a moment. "What do you know about werewolves and vampires? Tell me all your movie and book knowledge. Nothing is stupid."

"Are you serious?" I asked.

"Yep. Pretend I've never heard of either," he sat in front of me watching my face.

"Vampires first. They drink blood, have sharp teeth, and most books and movies say they can't walk in sunlight. They are the undead. The way to become a vampire is to have a blood exchange, in which most of your blood is drank and you in return drink the vampire's till you are replenished or the vampire stops you. They never grow old, have heightened senses, stay cold, and are very beautiful. Some stories tell of them drinking animal blood and walking in sunlight. Some say they sleep in coffins. Some say they can't walk on holy ground. Vampires are said to be killed by a stake to the heart, sunlight, or holy water. Is that enough?" I asked.

"Of vampires yes. Now what about werewolves?" he asked moving away from me. I noticed this and subtly stretched my leg so that I was touching him.

"They are the vampires mortal enemies. They are part human and part wolf. Werewolves are thought to be formed two different way. They are born into it, or are bitten by another. Some movies and stories say they were created to be the day guardians of vampires. They are influenced by the moon, and have short tempers," he smiled. "They can't touch silver. They are also beautiful and have heightened senses. But can grow old. I think there are some that can turn into another animal besides the wolf. Why do you want me to tell you this?"

"So I can tell you the truth," he said getting up to pace again. He stopped and said, "Promise you won't freak."

"I can't when I don't know what your going to tell me," I said getting more and more nervous.

"I'm going to tell you any way," he said more to himself than to me and started pacing again. "Vampires and werewolves do exist. They are enemies, have heightened senses, and both are considered immortal. I don't know much about vampires, but make up for that by my knowledge of weres. Weres age slowly and when they hit maturity they age rapidly till they look to be in their twenties and then stop aging. We are either born with the gene or can be turned with three blood exchanges. The first can be forced, like if we were hunting and stumbled across a human and drank too much of their blood. The second has to be mutual. The third has to be mutual and the participants have to share a strong emotion," he stopped pacing to look at me.

"What are you saying to me?" I whispered already knowing and fearing the answer. "You think you're a werewolf?"

He stood at the door. "No. I know I'm one."