I do not own the rights to Blood and Chocolate. Nor do I own the rights to the Beatles song: "Step Inside Love/Los Paranois." Suggest that you all listen to it, it's a beautiful song.
Okay guys, this is going to be a sweet chapter, thanks Tweaty hobbs and fangsgirl who reviewed first, I loved both of your reviews and I'm so touched that my writing has that effect on people, and I'm sorry that I made you cry…well not really because that was the purpose. Don't worry I'm bringing back the love! And for the new reviewer Chase-Mistress, I really enjoyed your review, it was very helpful regarding the songs, and you made very excellent points, I'm so glad you enjoy my writing style! Thanks for reading and I hope that you do become a regular reviewer. And also thanks to Twilight Fay, Vampiress-06, kaipanther, murtaghs mistress, and Alice-In-Wonderland101.
And Patty08, you did make a good point that the rings might cut off circulation, and I'm glad you love them, but for the stories sake, lets all agree that the rings don't affect them when they change.
WARNING: TISSUES MAY BE NEEDED!!!!!!!!!!!
Gabriel awoke with a start calling for Vivian. He looked around dazed at the furniture, the blankets where all tangled and strewn from the couch after the struggle. The side table was knocked over with the lamp, which wasn't broken, and Gabriel lay there on the floor, with a bloody cheek.
When last nights events came rushing back to him, he pulled himself up. He had to find Vivian, and as he started to take a step forward, he stepped on something. It was her engagement ring.
He picked it up, and didn't remember how it had gotten there. Did she take it off? Why would it be on the floor, unless she had taken it off herself? Gabriel had to find her, and if necessary he would beg her to come back.
Without Vivian, Gabriel realized he would not be able to function, he would be miserable without her.
Quickly he got dressed and tried to find some warm clothes for Vivian and shot out the door. He could pick up her scent, and saw traces of her fur that got caught on the tree.
The paw-prints were near impossible to see, but Gabriel kept running. Truthfully he didn't want to change into his wolf form, thinking it might scare Vivian. He couldn't believe he attacked her, and yet the truth was all too real.
Her scent was slowly getting stronger, but snow started falling, which would cover up her tracks.
"Vivian!" he bellowed, he was desperate to find her. "Vivian! Where are you?"
No answer.
However, about a hundred yards away Vivian lay underneath the tree roots. She was awoken by a faint call. Quickly she peeked out of the hole and saw that it was Gabriel. She slumped back down in the hole, frozen, not knowing whether to run or not. Her breathing became strained as she thought of last night.
"Vivian." He called again, when he was getting closer. Without realizing her actions, Vivian sprung out of the hole, right in front of Gabriel, growling fiercely.
When he saw her he stopped suddenly, a look of relief washing over his face to see that she was okay. Maybe not emotionally by her growling, but he hadn't beaten her or anything.
"Vivian…" he started to say, his hand extending to her.
Then Vivian charged, snarling. She jumped in midair, trying to pounce on Gabriel, and when she came within less of a foot a hand wrapped around to the scruff of her neck and jerked her backwards. Gabriel held Vivian in midair; all the clothes now lay on the ground. She struggled, but the grip on the scruff of her neck was too tight.
"Vivian stop!" Gabriel pleaded. He gave her a firm shake and Vivian stopped. She looked at him, the blood covered cheek, the worried expression. His forehead was furrowed worry line at his eyes.
Then she looked at his eyes. They were blue again. Not gray, not red, but blue, it was the real Gabriel. Vivian changed quickly, and was let down by Gabriel.
She stood before him looking long and slow. Then she looked back at his heartbroken face. Tears were in his eyes…something she had never expected to see before.
"Gabriel?"
"It's me sweetheart…it's me." He choked out, and a tear fell down his face. He held out his arms to her. Vivian rushed to him, catching his lips in her own. Her hands moved over his face as they kissed long and hard. His hands moved over her, the way they should. He pushed his fingers into her hair and brought her mouth closer to his, pushing his tongue in her mouth, then wrapping his arms around her cold body.
When they pulled away for air, Gabriel gave her the clothes and waited as she put them over her frigid figure. His large hand brushed down the back of her hair. When she looked at him he pulled her to his chest.
"I'm so sorry." He whispered and rubbed her back, bringing some warmth back to her. She trembled in his arms, crying. Her large tears were wetting his shirt. He felt horrible, that he had made his girl cry. He ran his hand down the length of her back as she clung onto his chest. When her tears slowed he talked to her gently.
"Lets go back," he suggested, and when Vivian started to move away, Gabriel stopped her. She realized his plan when he moved close with his arms.
Still hurt, she shook her head. "I don't need to be carried."
When she saw the devastated look in Gabriel's look she didn't argue when he said "But I need to carry you."
His deep voice was soft, and Vivian couldn't stop herself from moving to him, letting him wrap her arms and legs around his front. He set off at a quick pace because the snow was falling harder now.
Being held in his arms like this was usually wonderful, and even though Gabriel would never attack her on purpose as himself, Vivian was still afraid that the sickness could come back. She felt so awkward now, so afraid that he wasn't truly well yet, that maybe this was all a trick, so she looked into his eyes, looking for any deception but found none.
She buried her face in his neck so that she wouldn't cry. Gabriel didn't say anything during the entire walk, but she could sense that he was about to burst any moment.
Finally they reached their cabin, and Gabriel opened the door and carried her inside. Vivian had her eyes closed, because she did not want to see what the living room looked like, she didn't want to remember last night.
Gabriel set her down in the bathroom, and then closed the door. Vivian looked at him, studying his movements, and his eyes. He turned around to her, seeing that she was staring at him, as a precaution, and his heart pounded in grief.
He touched his tongue yo the edge of his bottom lip, and scratched his head in thought. This was becoming way too awkward for both of them. Anytime Gabriel put her in the bathroom, by now they would be having a hot make out session.
"I think you and I should take a shower." He suggested, looking at her. "If you want to?"
Vivian looked at him, now realizing that the shirt he was wearing had blood on the shoulder. His wound must have bled through the bandage. She said yes quietly, and began undressing. Gabriel tried to pull off his shirt, but his shoulder wound was making it impossible. Vivian stopped what she was doing and went to him. She moved his hands away, slowly, and began to unbutton the bloodied shirt for him.
Her soft hands rubbed against his chest.
Gabriel's hair hung in his eyes as he watched her. When she unbuttoned his shirt, he shrugged out of it. Vivian looked at his worn body, the bandage covering his shoulder.
"I'll take this off for you, and I'll put another one on when we're done." She lifted his arm, and began unwinding the tight bandage. The teeth and scratch marks were not as horrendous as yesterday, but Vivian worried that she had scared his face.
Her cool hands ran over his scratched up chest. Then she looked up at him. His blue eyes shown true back down at her. He cupped her face with his large hand, and then sat down on the closed toilet seat. Vivian unlaced his boots for him, pulling them off, then throwing them on the floor along with his socks. Gabriel stood, unbuttoning his jeans, letting them fall to the floor along with his boxers.
Vivian's back was turned to this as she undressed herself. She turned on the water and stepped in waiting for Gabriel, but she didn't see him reach into the pocket of his pants for something before following her. Gabriel stepped in, closing the shower door. He opened his arms, pulling her in and rubbing her back as they stood under the hot water. He put his nose in her hair when he heard her softly crying.
"Vivian, I'm sorry." He said again, kissing her hair, and pulling her closer.
"It's not that…I thought I had lost you." She whispered. "I thought after Julien bit you the first time, and you changed… you were lying there in the snow, and, I-I thought you were dead. Oh Gabriel…oh God." She whimpered against his chest.
Gabriel lifted her face into his hands, and kissed her slowly.
"Will you still have me?" he revealed her diamond ring in his hand. The water splashed off the band, making it shine. Vivian looked at it and then at him.
"Yes….yes, I don't want you to ever leave me Gabriel." He slipped her ring on her long, slender finger then kissed her in relief.
"You don't ever have to worry about that sweetheart." He pressed his forehead against hers and she rested her hands against his chest.
Slowly he turned her around and put her under the water, wetting her hair, and then he pulled her back to him, slowly soaping up her hair and massaging her scalp. His fingers made her sleepy as he tantalized her head. He reached in front of her for the soap, and ran it down her back. He kissed her shoulders before he ran the soap over her stomach, making her relax. She leaned against him as he washed each arm, then back to the front, all over.
Before he could move on Vivian took the soap away and began to wash his face, the dried blood was being a little difficult to get off, but when it finally did, she could see four jagged marks on his face.
She touched his face, "I'm sorry I scratched you. I hope this doesn't scar."
"It doesn't matter."
"Yes it does. I would feel terrible to see you with this everyday, and…I don't want to make you look less handsome." Gabriel raised his eyebrow, she was flirting with him, and for that he was so thankful.
"Well, I don't think you have to worry about that ever happening…" his hands wrapped around her, pulling her against his body.
"You're so dumb some times." She laughed. And when she laughed he laughed to because his girl had really come back to him.
She washed his wounded shoulder, and rinsed the blood off the soap before washing his body too. She slowly leaned him against the wall of the shower, and ran the soap over his broad chest and down to his six-pack. He smiled as she washed him.
"You're so hot," he said, and received a deep kiss for it. She washed his hair for him, and his thick beard. Then they sat down on the floor, the water washing over them, washing away the soap. Gabriel took Vivian's feet in his hands, washing and massaged them knowing she was tired from how far she ran. She leaned against the tub, watching how he ran his hands over her. She truly loved him.
"Listen baby," she said, getting his attention. "I'm not mad at you." He looked at her puzzlingly.
"Well I hope not…what are you trying to say?" He let go of her foot letting her crawl up to him. She reclined against the wall of the shower. She laid her arm over his chest; her legs were pressed against his.
"I love you," she whispered looking at him straight in the eye. She tangled her fingers in his hair. "I mean I really do love you, these past months, I never doubted it, and right here, right now I know for sure that I've never been wrong."
She could tell that her words touched him, his lips moved, and his eyes glowed in happiness.
He brought her on top of him, kissing her deeply, his tongue beginning for entrance into her mouth, and when she opened her lips he slid in, playing with her tongue, he moved her head just the right way, so that their mouths came closer. She loved when he played with her tongue, sucking on it when her's came into his mouth. His hands traveled to her body, touching her softly, pulling her long frame against his.
She ran her hands down his front and lower, making him moan as she rubbed certain places. All he had to do was open her legs, and they were joined. Gabriel shifted up, kissing her deeply, longingly. He slowly moved his tongue over hers, reveling in her taste. He pulled her against him slowly, back and forth. His large hands cupped her bottom, as he nibbled on her lips and chin. Then he returned to her mouth, continuing to take his fill as he always did.
He pulled away and kissed down her neck, down her rocking body. The warm water ran down her back as she pushed herself towards him. She took his face in her hands, and put her mouth on his neck, biting and teasing in the way he liked best.
Fifteen minutes later they crawled out of the shower: soaked, and happy. Gabriel wrapped a towel around her, and then pulled her close, rubbing their noses together. They sat on the floor, and leaned against the porcelain tub, cuddling until they got cold from being wet. Gabriel and Vivian went to get dressed, but Vivian wouldn't let him put on a shirt just yet: she needed to dress his wound.
Gabriel sat on the toilet seat, Vivian on the counter. She dabbed an alcohol swab on his shoulder. Gabriel barely flinched even though the alcohol stung.
Vivian could barely make out the teeth marks through the marring by Julien's scratching. Gabriel looked at and grimaced.
"Good God." He muttered. "That son of a bitch sure did some damage."
"Try a lot." Vivian couldn't hold back the guilt anymore. "I'm sorry I didn't listen to you. If I had stayed inside…. if I hadn't distracted you this wouldn't have happened." She looked down at him expecting to get that look he always gave to the Four whenever they disobeyed him.
But the look didn't come.
"Aren't you mad at me?" she asked cautiously.
"No." he put his hand on her knee. "I wish you had done like I told you, even though I know you don't like to be bossed around. But I thought since you knew it was for your safety you would have listened to me. It's in the past."
"You can't blow it off that easily Gabe." She began to rub Neosporin on his shoulder.
"Well…what more can I say? I'm not the boss of you. But I am your mate and your leader. There are times when I need you to listen to me, but you need to realize when that is."
"You're right." She sighed. "I'm sorry regardless."
Gabriel squeezed her knee "I forgive you. I love you." He said and pulled her face to his, kissing her for the millionth time that morning.
"I love you." She said touching his face. Then she rubbed some Neosporin on the cuts on his face. When they finished Vivian helped Gabriel put on his shirt.
They went to the car for breakfast at the main cabin, and walked in holding hands: their fingers intertwined. When they moved inside Gabriel wrapped his arm around her waist, holding her hip with his hand. He leaned his mouth close and nibbled her ear playfully.
Sitting down at a table a waitress came up to them, and got their drink orders. So that Vivian wouldn't be sitting opposite from him, he hooked his foot under her chair and dragged it over. When she got close he leaned over again and nibbled her neck.
Their coffee was brought and they ordered their meals, then were served quickly, which was good because they had skipped dinner the night when things had fallen apart so Vivian could try on her present to Gabriel.
They dug into their plate of many steaming sausages and then into the eggs. Gabriel buttered Vivian's biscuit for her. She took a sip of her coffee, then put some of Gabriel's hash brown on her fork, then put it in his mouth.
Everything was going to be okay between them, this past episode, this sickness—it was a test of their relationship, and sitting there beside the large window, laughing, and feeding each other: every thing was perfect.
Gabriel leaned back in his seat looking at Vivian against the glass. The snow was falling outside, the large mountain range behind Vivian was completely white, and with Vivian sitting in front of all of it, she glowed. Her Ralph Lauren bracelet and diamond ring shined in the sunlight.
Her hair settled like a gold veil around her shoulders. He watched as she slowly ate, staring off into space, yet under the table her leg was entwined with his. Slowly he ran the back of his finger down her cheek. She looked at him slowly and smiled.
Just her smile increased his hope, so that he was assured that she really wanted him. She took his fingers, kissing each one. She touched his scratched cheek, seeing that it was healing fast. She touched his un-injured shoulder, and slowly ran her hand down his arm, taking hold of his hand.
They entwined their fingers and finished their breakfast quickly, wanting to get to the slopes one last time.
However as soon as the waitress cleared their plates, Gérard came up to their table.
"Good Morning Gabriel, Bon Matin Vivian. Do you mind if I join you for a moment?"
"Go ahead." She said, and Gérard pulled a chair to their table, with a little difficulty, as they could tell by his small moans. After the beating he got last night, Gérard was not feeling too happy about the condition of his ribs.
"Tristan told me about what happened last night, and I want to offer my sincerest apologizes to you both. I did not think that Julien had enough strength to even change back to his human form."
He continued with his apologizes, Vivian and Gabriel talking to him at certain times. They said their final goodbyes, and went to go get some skis.
Gabriel and Vivian trudged up the hill, with other skiers, and for a few hours enjoyed the snow, but both were antsy to go back to the cabin, for some last fun.
They stumbled into the front door, and fell on the floor, Gabriel on top. They were laughing and quickly undressing one another. Vivian pushed off his jacket, his shirt and fumbled with his pants. Gabriel pulled himself off her, and then reached down, and instead of ripping off her clothes; he picked her up in his arms. He carried her to their bed, and stretched her out.
He undid her laces, and slowly removed her shoes, tickling the bottom of her feet briefly. Then he unzipped her jacket, throwing it onto the floor. He dragged his hands down her front, and then pulled off her shirt. He put his face to her stomach, nipping, and his tongue dipping into her belly button. She smiled as he played with her, and kept undressing her. Then he rubbed his face into her shoulder.
Soon they were entangled in each other's arms, rolling on the bed, joined in physical and emotional love, if ya know what I mean. Ha-ha.
Gabriel laid her beside him, wiping the hair from her face then kissing her deeply. Even though they were lying at the end of the bed, they curled up together. He gently pushed her flat on her back. He rubbed her arm, staring into her eyes.
He propped his head in his hand, running his hands over her body, and just watching her watch him. He wrapped his arm underneath her, cradling her to his warm chest.
She placed long drugging kisses on his skin, her tongue darting out every once in a while.
He brought her face to his, letting her drape her body over his.
"How was I so lucky to find you?" he asked sincerely, his warm eyes melting her.
"Destiny." She whispered, and kissed him.
"Yes." He moaned against her mouth, and wrapped her in his arms again.
He pulled her over his body, running his hands down to her bottom, stroking her skin, and rubbing her back. Vivian tangled her legs with his, and dragged her hands over his chest.
"Gabriel…oh yeah!" She moaned as he took her again, harder and faster than before.
Around 2 o'clock they pulled apart, lying exhausted on the bed. Sweat covered their sore bodies, and they were still burning with desire. Gabriel snaked his fingers into her hair, kissing her golden locks.
"Maybe we should take a shower before we go." He suggested.
"Not together!" she teased. "If we take one at the same time, we'll never be able to leave." She laughed and kissed him deeply before going into the bathroom and closing the door.
"So I'm supposed to pack then?" he called from the bed.
Vivian stuck her head out the bathroom door, "Yep."
"Well save me some hot water." He sighed.
"Actually babe, I think you're going to need a cold shower." She laughed, and Gabriel got her drift.
"If you don't hurry up, I'm coming in after you." Gabriel made a motion to get off the bed and laughed when the bathroom door slammed shut. He went looking for his boxers then picked up the rest of the scattered clothes.
He put their suitcases on the bed, and pulled out all their belongings from the chest.
He finished packing, but laid some clothes out for both of them. He decided Vivian was taking to long in the shower.
He opened the door silently, and then closed it so she wouldn't feel the draft. He hovered beside the shower door, and then opened it suddenly, surprising Vivian. She stood there, and had already washed herself but was enjoying the hot water.
"All right. You've been in there long enough," he reached in, getting completely soaked in the process, picked her up and pulled her out of the shower. Then he stripped off his clothes and climbed in. He only laughed at her protests, and stood under the hot water.
He was counting his blessings so far, and knew that for awhile, he'd have to do his best to not scare her, to be good so that she didn't think he was becoming sick again.
He was a little upset that he had not been the one to kill Julien, but nonetheless he was thankful that Tristan had stopped his father from ripping his throat out. Alone, he could finally really suspect the shoulder wound.
Gently he ran the soap over the wound, seeing how it still stung. The worst part about it, was that Julien had bitten off and torn off some skin. It would take about two weeks to recover, which would slow down Gabriel's running a bit.
"Bastard." He muttered under his breath.
No other male better come after Vivian again, or I'll rip their throats out before they get the chance to come near her. He thought tensely.
After Gabriel finished his shower they packed the car, then checked out of the resort, finally heading for home. This time Vivian drove since Gabriel was so worn out.
He leaned back in his chair, snoozing heavily.
Every once in awhile she glanced over at him, would run her fingers through his hair lightly so as not to wake him. She cranked up the heat, the winter frost trying to seep through the windows.
The ride was long, and Gabriel slept all the way through. When she figured he was sleeping heavy enough she turned the radio down low. When she recognized the song she slowly turned it up, this was one of the only Beatles songs she knew: "Step Inside Love."
Step inside love and stay
Step inside love
Step inside love
Step inside love
I want you to stay
Vivian smiled and sang along with the song, placing her hand on Gabriel's knee. Slowly she ran her hand along his thigh, feeling the muscle. He stirred for a moment then went back to sleep, slumping down in his seat.
You look tired, love
Let me turn down the light
Come in out of the cold
Rest your head on my shoulder
And kiss me tonight
We are together
Now and forever, come my way
She ran her fingers through his hair and then drank her coffee she had bought in the last state. Finally they were in Vermont. Vivian pushed herself against the seat, blinking at the snowy road. On the side there were a few stranded vehicles.
Step inside love and stay
Step inside love
Step inside love
Step inside love
I want you to stay
She finished singing to the song, and put in a CD. Gabriel was starting to snore, not something he usually did, thank goodness. She moved his head to the side, which barely woke him up, so that he shifted and stopped snoring.
In about an hour they were getting close to the National park, Vivian pulled into their driveway. She woke up Gabriel from his long nap.
"Geez, I must have worn you out today." She laughed. They stayed inside the car for a moment, just meditating in their thoughts.
Gabriel reached over and took her hand. He rubbed his thumb over the back, and then put his arm around her shoulders pulling her close. They lay their heads together.
"I wish this vacation hadn't turned out so bad." He finally sighed.
"Yeah," she agreed. "I still can't get Julien's face out of my head." She shivered at the thought.
"Well, next vacation we have, I'll make sure that there are no loup-garou, ok?"
"Most definitely."
Before they pulled away the whole car was suddenly swarmed by the pack, a sight both of them had missed terribly. They were finally home, and a surprise awaited them.
(A/N: cliffy:p
one more chapter my darling reviewers. I'm so glad all of you love my story, and next story will feature a new couple, which you'll find out next chapter!)
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