Chapter 12 Because I Love You

Fear's POV

When I came to again, it was dark. I was cold and scared. Did that woman kill Chris? Was he still bleeding? Who was she?

I sat up slowly. My head had that dizzy feeling I usually got when it was going to be a bad day. I was in Chris's room again. The door was open. I made my way down to the kitchen.

When I got to the portrait, I could hear voices.

Chris's POV

"You can't do that!" cried Bree. "You're still bleeding. You must drink from me!" She was near tears.

I couldn't remember the last time she cried. Who was it over? Dad? No, he tried killing me when I failed in my mission and she beat him off me. I was such a runt.

I lifted my wrist to watch my blood seep through the fresh layer of bandages. It was so red compared to the rest of my arm.

"Chris, please," Bree continued. I turned my head to her too fast and feel off the stool I was sitting on. Tara was the first by my side.

"Chris if you loose much more blood you'll go into a comma, then die," Tara whispered in my ear.

"I won't force her to do anything she doesn't want to do," I whispered out.

"Then you'll die," Bree screamed from the door. "Let me go find a young healthy human for you."

I shook my head which caused me to smell something incredibly delicious. I turned my head to where Bree was closing the door that lead to the dinning room and up stairs.

"Fear?" I asked so low only Tara could hear. She closed her eyes and nodded. Bree could not smell her yet. That was fortunate. "Get her."

"Not yet," she whispered back. "Bree, go to the ball room and get me that vial I said we would need."

Bree went to immediately get it, and Tara went to get my angel.

Fear's POV

Tara opened my hiding place and motioned for me to follow her. When we were only a few steps from the kitchen door, she turned and looked at me.

Fear, don't speak verbally and try not to project, her voice filled my already painful head. Chris is not healing.

What do you mean not healing? I asked frantically. It's been hours since he started bleeding.

Yes, I know he has to tell you something, Tara replied sadly. He's in there, she nodded toward the door, waiting on you.

I started to move past her but she grabbed me and said, "You are the future," then turned toward the dinning room and left me in silence.

I waited till I heard the door of the hall door close before entering the kitchen.

It was dark in there. Have I mentioned my other senses are not as strong as my nose? I couldn't see him but I could smell his blood. It was more metallic than I remembered from that time he accidentally cut himself in Biology with the scalpel.

I stopped by his side which was beside the island.

"Red?" I asked.

"Fear, did you know I am not invincible?" he asked trying to break the tension.

I smiled, "Nope."

"Well I guess L wants me to die," he said sadly.

"Why can't you stop bleeding?" I asked quickly as I sat beside him.

"I have done something she doesn't like," he said as he put his good arm around me. He was so cold.

"Can I help?" I asked.

"Yeah, but I gotta tell you things first," he rubbed his chin on the top of my head.

"Can't it wait?" I asked a little frustrated.

"No," he said. "It will affect the way you see me."

"What could do that?" I asked pulling myself closer to him trying to warm him.

"Promise you'll not hate me forever?" he asked pulling me on his lap.

"I can't hate you forever," I half whispered.

"You may after this," he rearranged me on him and cradled me in his good arm and placed the bleeding one across my legs.

"I don't know how much Tara told you," he said with slightly struggled breaths.

"Do you want me off you?" I asked trying to get up.

He held me tighter, "No." After I relaxed he began.

"Close to twenty-five years ago, in this area, there was a young cub, what we weres call our young, who was the weakest member of his pack. He wanted to prove his worth to his father any way possible. He tried winning pack fights, killing the most game, and getting the prettiest she-wolf. He was unsuccessful at all, but tried his hardest.

"Six years later he got his chance to win his father's approval. There was this latent, were born without powers, who was supposed to give birth to this… this being who was prophesized to be the destroyer of their kind. She was loved and well protected by her parents who were powerful healers in the pack," he stopped. He was growing weaker.

"She was sixteen when she fell in love with a human. Her parents were extremely upset when she became pregnant, and banished her from their house. The two loves got married and stayed happily ever after" he kissed the top of my head.

"That is until eight months later. The young cub had a mission. A mission from the alpha of the pack to kill the mother of the Halfling," he stopped and rubbed his face. I still couldn't see, but could tell that his emotions were barely contained.

"He stalked the woman for a couple of weeks, watching her every move. On the night before Halloween, he followed the now very pregnant woman to a grocery store. He watched as she exited her car and entered the store," He stopped again. I looked up at his face and felt something wet fall on my cheek. He was crying. I immediately knew what he was telling me and started to cry.

He held me closer and continued, "She came out of the store carrying a bag and started fumbling for her keys in her purse. I stalked closer until I was behind the car. When her keys were in the door, I attacked in human form."

He stopped he just held me for a few seconds till he was ready to continue again. His voice came out shaky, "Her blood was at first tangy, but it gradually became sweeter. I could hear her mental scream in my mind, but my father had I guess trained me to be less sensitive."

He started to whisper, "When her blood was more sweet than tangy, I heard another voice. It begged me to stop, I was killing it. I started to feel as if I were killing my future. I immediately stopped and called the police, but of course didn't stick around to be arrested. I stayed in the shadows and watched as she was placed in an ambulance. I followed as she was taken to the hospital and stayed outside near the window where she delivered a baby girl. When the baby was alone, I snuck in and gave her some of my blood so she would heal faster and become stronger."

He was silent and held me as I cried.

"You killed my mom?" I kept repeating over and over. I hit him. He was too weak to defend himself.

Tara came in and locked the door. She pulled me into her arms and rocked me back and forth.

When I had calmed somewhat down, she smoothed my hair back out of my face, and said, "Fear, I know you are hurting and you have reason to, but he's dying and won't take any blood offered to him by me or Bree. He wants you to forgive him and he'll die."

I started to cry harder, but pushed her away. "Leave us!" I screamed.

She looked shocked, but backed out of the room.

I crawled over to Chris. "You just want my forgiveness, and then you're going to die and leave me here alone?" I said and continued to wipe my tears away.

"Why would you want me to stay?" he whispered so low I had to strain to hear him.

"I want you to make up to me again and again, till I'm sick of hearing it from you. I want you to know that I want you in my life, even though you did that," I struggled out.

"Why… would you… want that?" He breathed.

I wiped at the stubborn tears. I straddled his waste and whispered in his ear, "Because I love you." Then I kissed him, while reaching in the drawer beside his head for a knife.

When I pulled back and showed the shining knife, he watched helplessly.

AN: Is she going to kill him? Happy about the suspense? Do you like me putting the last couple of paragraphs from the previous chapters on newer chapters? What should I put on the summary?

BTW: spring Break in 2 weeks so I'll try and have some written for the following week. After I get caught up on homework.

By the way when I write, I usually don't post till I have at least two or three chapters. I keep one in case I have to change something to fit the next chapter. THIS IS AN EXCEPTION (I only wrote one chapter and want to know what you think).

Oh yeah, in case I haven't mentioned it yet, I only have Internet at school (high speed and is preferred) and my dad's girlfriends house (dial up so slow I could mail it to you faster), this is why I can't post over weekends and holidays.

I did have a sorry not on the other day. But if you did not see it, it said (in short) I'm sorry, I left out some chapters, and was getting confused when I tried posting.

Thanks for any who read this and to all those who review. I'm sorry for any errors.

A lot has happened year.

In January, mom died. Before anyone thinks we were like Best friends, she was not that kind of mother. And No I'm not the ungrateful daughter, she did not want nothing to do with me and my sisters. Ash and I made every attempt to see her. We went to her Granny's every Christmas and called to see if she were coming, tried calling her, and everything. She spent more time with Britt, but had not talked to her in six or seven years.

I live with my dad and grandma, so I thought it would be ok. You know? Everything would be fine, like it always was. But it's not. I expect to see her when I walk in Wal-mart (she used to work the midnight shift a couple of years ago). I can't believe she's gone.

The few friends I told didn't come to the services, because they couldn't get rides. I think I could have handled it a little better if some of them were there.

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I got to go sleep and get ready for school tomorrow.

Written Feb. 19, 2008.

Lots of Love,

Jordan F : p