I'M AT WAR

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Here's the long awaited chapter of I'm at War after leaving you with a somewhat cliffy as the last chapter. I really was trying to update for a Christmas present to you guys, but obviously that didn't happen.

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Chapter 9: Sacrifice


Bella's P.O.V

My eyes snapped open and panic immediately filled me; I could feel my whole body tense before relaxing slightly as I sat up. The blue room I was in made my eyes squint, the brightness of it from the sunrays flowing heavily through the window, highlighting what small dust particles drifted in the air. I hated decapitation, it always brought back the memory of when I first opened my eyes to being a newborn, overflowing shades of colours and the sharpness too disorientating. I had experienced that feeling only two other times, the marks on my neck my unnecessary reminders from my training days with Jasper.

My hand immediately flew to my neck, my fingers drifting gently across where my old scars laid on my skin. I could feel the new rise there, wringing right around my neck above the old ones. Anger swelled in me quickly as I had finally adjusted to

the enhanced vision, my memory focusing around the fight that occurred in the yard. Who had decapitated me?

I knew I was in Emmett's arms, him restraining me from continuing my assault on Jasper as Rosalie hovered above him with a devastated expression. Something snapped in me when Jasper had thrown me through the air, the separation from my injured mate putting me far too on edge for my liking. Maybe it was the reality that Jasper really did think Seth wasn't my mate, or maybe it was the fact that he couldn't let me go… I don't know but the evidence was already laid and my future with Seth was hanging by a thread; the monster in me was rattling the cage, who was I to withhold it any longer? I snarled at that thought, my anger bubbling within me that he couldn't accept it.

Where were the mind reader and the cunt of a pixie? I thought as I let my finger linger before my face. Rosalie's scent was heavy on the pad of my pointer, an indication that she had helped me fuse back together with her venom. Why must she always help? Can't she just give me the colder shoulder too? It would make doing everything to Jasper so much easier…

Apart from Rosalie's invading lavender and vanilla scent, Cuntpixie's nasty mint and Emmett's cinnamon smell was also heavy on me. Glancing around the room, I realised that I had healed in their room. I flew off the bed immediately and ran for the door, yanking my clothes off in the process because I didn't want either of them on me. Reefing the door open with a little too much force, I flew out of the room like it was on fire and straight to my room.

"Bella?" I ignored his voice and continued to the bathroom, desperate to rid myself of the toxic scents. It was strange that I was visibly shaken to have Emmett's scent surrounding me; I had longed for it for ages. Why had I ended up in his and Cuntpixie's room? Why wasn't I in mine? How long had I been out? Where was my Seth? Where's Rose? What was I to do with this new war on the back door step? Where the fuck was Carlisle and Esme when you need them?

With a sigh, I tried to sort through these questions as I scrubbed away their scents. I knew what was the most important of them all, knowing that Seth's health was my main concern… maybe that was why I was in need to rid Emmett's scent from me.

Wrapping a towel around my self, I moved to my room with speed, throwing on my lacy underwear and black skinny jeans with a strapless gray shirt followed by my black knee length heeled boots. Seth was my priority and I was going to see him; treaty and Jasper be damned.

With as much determination as I could, I marched to my door and opened it, Jasper's scent hitting me before his appearance. By now, I had grown used to his black eyes and his disapproving expression; something a never wanted directed at me. Venom pooled in my mouth and I knew my eyes were as black as his, my own dark scowl twisting my face. I didn't want him near me right now, not with the destruction he was so eager to act on.

"Leave me alone Jasper. I don't want anything to do with you so move!" I hissed venomously, my grip on the door handle tightening to the point that the mental dented and crumbled in my hold.

"Bella, I don't want you goin' near the dog. Please," his voice was soft and pleading, the complete opposite to his expression that it threw me for a loop momentarily. I faltered my continuous grip on knob, or what was left of it and let me face relax slightly.

"How long have I been out Jasper?" I surprised myself that my voice still remained toxic. It was the reminder I needed that he was a threat, he was possessive and he had nearly killed my sole reason for existence; I couldn't let this… act fool me.

"Because my mate helped with the fusin', you've only been out of 11 hours. Where you goin'?" His face dropped his disapproval when my voice remained the same, his eyes even lightened slightly. It didn't get passed me that he had said my mate rather then Rosalie; I couldn't deny that it hurt. I could only guess that he had every intention of preventing me from seeing my motherly figure until I caved to his way.

"Out!" I growled before barging into him and pulling my door closed behind me. Hi hand wrapped around my wrist immediately, his grip tight and twisting; if I wasn't prepared for his physical force, I would've cried in pain at the twisting of my granite flash. Spinning around to him, my teeth barred and inching towards him, I sunk them into his shoulder that gripped me. Het let go with a pained cry and stumbled back, releasing my teeth from his skin. I took the chance and quickly ran, flying down the stairs and through the replaced glass window because Emmett stood in the foyer in what sounded like an argument with Cuntpixie.

"BELLA!" Jasper's hollering nearly faltered my movements as I reached the forest line; the obedient Bella in me only wanting to follow in her sire and leader's guidance. Old Bella would never have angered him this much; 'Old Bella' would never have gone against him.

And with that thought, venom sprung to my eyes as I breezed past the trees. 'Old Bella' wouldn't have done more then half the things I'd done in the last week; like venture off into the forest with Emmett and hook up with him. 'Old Bella' most certainly wouldn't have fought against Jasper like the way I had, she would never have been so disrespectful or defensive… the words 'You're dead to me Jasper' would never have left her mouth, no matter how upset or angry.

With a sob, I flung myself over a small stream with too much power; I landed gracefully of course, but the tree that I had flown through groaned behind me before falling to the ground with a loud thud. Never did I stop though, I was running from him and Emmett… running from that family, not even knowing if he was hot in pursuit. I was also running to where my pull wasn't so painful; I felt like a compass with Seth being the 'N' and me being the pointer, spinning with confusion but knowing that Seth was the right place to go. My pull didn't hurt so much when I was heading towards him.

My questions from my shower still floated around my head, still focusing on Seth, his health and his warmth. Before the fight happened, I remember being in his arms when I broke down. I remembered being thawed to the core, his heat seeping into me and sending me into bliss, to heaven. I loved the feeling of happiness, of freedom, of love flowing between us, to feel content: it was too addictive, absolutely amazing. If that was only for a 21 seconds, imagine what it would be like for any length of time longer…

It was then I noticed it, when I'd glanced back to make sure that I wasn't being chased; the darkness was following me. I could feel it raking the surface of the ground in my wake, clinging to my scent, to every single piece of grass, twig or leaf that my feet flew across. I knew it was only my imagination, my own mind being lead to believe that the darkness was really after me, but it didn't stop that dreadful feeling of my heart being clenched hard and twisted. I hated myself that I could easily let myself think that this darkness would consume me and own my body, heart, mind and what was left of my soul.

Continuing forward with the same pace, I could smell the nauseating scent of the wolves, and the delicious lone one of my Seth's. The fact that his smell was the utmost strongest, I came to an abrupt halt to figure out why. My eyes noticed it immediately, a dollop of dried red liquid on a paw sized flattened patch. Suddenly overcome with sadness and longing, I bent down to touch the blood, a sob rising in me as the memory of him laying, suffering in his own pool of blood. I didn't know what to expect when I touched the blood, but his furry face came to the forefront of the memory, twisted into pain and then my own pain shook me; at the first shockwave that rippled my body, I fell to the ground, a grunty-sob leaving my mouth as surprise filled me. Finger still touching the blood, another stronger current hit me and it was then I realised that it must have been what Seth had felt.

I hesitate to let go if the grass, a part of me wanting to run to him and see if myself if he is still in the same position and still going through that immense pain. The other part of me, the majority of me, wanting to hold onto the grass and feel what my mate had to suffer; because I deserved it. It was my fault that he had to undergo the wrath of Jasper, the coldness and hatred of the Major.

"Seth…" the sob had grown again, this time escaping with his name laced to it as my hold remained in the bloodied grass, continuing the shocks to cripple my body.

I didn't know how I did it without being detected, but I didn't really care because I had come to the resolution that I would kill anything stood in my way, human, dog or vampire. I would rip a page out of the God of War and do what he had so carelessly done a million times. I was perched in a tree, hidden by the leaves and shadows, glaring down at a Quileute girl, her hair short and as yelled at Seth who was laid on a bed, a blanket covering his body with only a sweaty face visible for me and the human phased wolf to see.

"She ain't your imprint little brother, that is why Jake has banished you to house arrest." She barked, her whole body shook violently when she said 'imprint' and her tongue twisting it so that it sounded like toxic. "So help me God, I will kill her so that you will know that she isn't your imprint. That stupid fucking leech! She's fucking brainwashed you!"

I closed my eyes for a second, reigning in my anger at her comment, threat and tone of voice. I realised then that this was the girl who had interrupted our very first meeting, she was the one Seth said was her sister. I didn't care, I absolutely hated her.

"Brainwashed?" Seth's voice was pained, hoarse and scratchy but still had enough strength to express his shocked disgust. That one word set him off into a coughing fit, his face twisting to pain. It also nearly made me jump through the closed window to strangle to the bitch for causing him emotional and physical pain. Fuck, Jasper would love her right now, I bet he wouldn't even mind her disgusting scent so that they could scheme ways to separate us.

"Don't talk Seth, you're still recovering!" She ordered.

I was hanging on my last nerve in this bushy tree, my grip on the branches too tight and my eyes reflecting coal as they gazed through the window. My recently released demon was struggling with being restricted back in its cage, shaking the prison and demanding I kill one of the many obstacles that stood in me and my mate's way. But I couldn't. The truth of the matter was that they were siblings, same blood with the same mother and father; I would never take away Seth's sister.

With that decision, the blurry memory of my half-brother enveloped my thoughts. Older then me by 8 years, similar size to Jasper only slightly more muscular and not as tall with the same shade of dark brown hair and pouty lips. We looked very much identical only his eyes weren't brown like mine; they were chestnut coloured, taking after his mother's. Fuck I missed him and it was probably the only thing I hated about Jasper changing me; I'd never be able to see, touch or hear Daniel again. My brother was gone.

Venom filling my eyes, I sucked in a deep breath as quietly as possible so that her sensitive ears wouldn't be alerted. The last thing I needed right now was for her to phase into an overgrown mutt and warn the other said mutts of my treaty-breaking ass.

"When you heal Seth, you will be punished for this," any calm nerves that were working on me were immediately gone; the threat making my lip curl over my teeth and the branch crush beneath my hand. The growl that sprang to my throat became stuck as the bitch spun around and her eyes frantically searched out the window, the crunching of the tree becoming known. I hold the branch in place, the air within me and the position I've created, hoping desperately that she can't see me through the leaves.

"When I heal, I will be getting out of this hellhole!" Seth managed to growl out, his eyes somehow finding mine. I wasn't prepared for the results; God, it felt like blood was flowing beneath my skin, flaming my body and making my heart beat so fast, like a galloping heard of horses that I nearly let go of the branch I was holding in place and fall to the ground like a fool. His stare was so intense that a flurry of emotions rocketed my system, relief that he was ok being the most dominant with longing to gently run my finger over his forehead and through his sweaty short hair, whispering that our love will never die so close in pursuit.

"You will do no such thing Seth." Leah growled back, spinning away from the window to look at him. All clear I think to myself. "You do know that you're 47 years old? You do understand you're possessing the maturity level of a fucking 10 year old? Can you be so selfish?"

Venom pooled in my mouth and my top lip began to quiver slightly, twitching to curl over my lip. Somehow, though at the cost of the branch creaking under my hold again, I manage to keep my mouth closed, the scent of my venom would definitely signal my identity.

"Please leave Leah, I really want to rest." Whether it was true or he was just acting, his voice was the perfect amount of tired and sad. I watched with a nod and a deep sigh, Leah left the room, the door slamming in her wake and the sound of her footsteps as walked down a hall and descended the stairs. Again, I held my breath as the sound of the front door handle rattled slightly before squeaking as Leah opened the door; I thanked the heavens above that the slight wind was blowing in my face.

I heard something dropped to the floor before the sound of skin shredding graced my ears, a small cry of, I assume pleasure before paws hit the wooden verandah. Taking a huge risk, I looked over to the front of the house, a large gray blur sprinting into the woods that surrounded their house.

I exhaled in slight relief before looking back at Seth, momentarily startled to see him standing in front of his window with a large grin on his face. His adoring features showered me in warmth and once again, I felt hot with boiling blood beneath my veins. I feel so human…

I quickly sniffed the air and waited for any other noise that may let me know that someone else may be in the house. Only Seth's heartbeat and breathing was heard and the lingering smell of a few disgusting wet dog scents invaded my nose.

"It's a bit creepy Shorty that you're watching me through a window." Seth's voice no longer sounded hoarse, in fact, he looked quite healthy. The sweat however, still lingered on his face and now that his blanket was no longer covering him, I noticed that his stomach and torso was wrapped in a bandage, sweat glistering from the untouched, naked areas of his body. I didn't move as I took him in and tried to sort through my emotions because before me, though still battered and bruised, stood my mate, alive and breathing.

"You're ok…" I murmured with all the passion I could muster. Under 24 hours ago, he laid in his own blood, near death and barely able to move his body let alone stand, but now stood before more, grinning and holding a hand out to me to clasp. This was it, if I took his hand, there was no turning back, no Jasper to look up to, to further disappoint. There would be no Emmett; no love for him because it would extinguish my hand accepted his. There would be no more Rosalie, probably the hardest of the three to let go; my mother in every aspect except blood. There was no going back…


Seth's P.O.V

The bliss of darkness that enveloped me was the only thing consoling my wolf, soothing my aching body even though there was no reason for existence.

Leah was bitching in my ear when all wanted was to rest, to let the darkness consume me again so that I can be taunted by its everlasting effect. Bella's voice would always pull me away from the single beam of dull light in the distance, "No Seth, it's not your time yet." Always something along those lines. I wondered my she would want to be separated from me, why would she leave me in the dark whilst she gets to bask in the light, relax in what I assume is heaven.

With a sigh, I coached my mourning wolf into a calming nature because all it wanted to do was phase and rip her head off; all I wanted was quiet. Well that and the one thing that I couldn't have.

"… brainwashed you!" I didn't hear what my sister had said but brainwashed had been bouncing around all of the packs thoughts when it came to me and my imprint.

I was fed up with it and as soon as my concentration focused on trying to think of something nasty to say, my wolf became frenzied again. "Brainwashed?" My lungs protested at the two syllables and I heaved into a coughing fit, my ribs aching at the force of the assault my lungs created. Under the blanket, I wrapped my arms around my waist, trying desperately to lessen the pain.

"Don't talk Seth, you're still recovering!" My coughing eased slightly til I was wheezing. Closing my eyes, I concentrated on my wolf, trying to find the nonexistent peace within me that only Bella could provide.

"When you heal Seth, you will be punished for this," her voice with filled with authority that I'd only ever heard from Jacob and Sam but because she wasn't the pack leader, her threat meant nothing to me. It did however, result in my suppressing a pained groan a slight tremble rocked my body. Relax, it's ok. They just words. She ain't a threat no matter how good her talk is. I tried to centre myself again, coaxing my wolf into a calming slumber so we could both be with Bella.

But that's when I found it. I could feel it swell in me, this new energy, new strength that seemed to heal me that much quicker. Her presence was near, that could be the only reason. With Leah's back turned to me, her eyes I assume scanning the tree that suddenly had a glow to it. I squinted at the tree, my heart beating hard and fast as I became slightly excited.

Her black eyes suddenly found mine and that was all I needed for the pain to numb. She was my energy source, my sole reason for existence. She was my imprint.

"When I heal, I will be getting out of this hellhole!" I watched in slight awe as her eyes widened, the branch she was near shaking only slightly. I felt my toes tingle, sending a small jolt of energy throughout my whole body and it took every bit of that new strength to remain in this bed, acting like a crippled when I felt like a baby how'd just discovered how to walk.

"You will do no such thing Seth." Leah barked at me and spun around. I immediately looked at her, not wanting her to see my imprint. I watched as her mouth moved and a dark expression filled her face but I refused to concentrate on the words she was saying; I listened for anyone else that was around or near the house.

"Please leave Leah, I really want to rest." I mumbled as if hurt by her words. Her face contorted into her unique scowl that I'd been on the receiving end for years that now it no longer fazed me. Her shoulders sagged in the slightest before she sighed and nodded. Good girl. I resisted the urge to grin victoriously and closed my eyes, pretending that I was exhausted.

As soon as the door slammed closed, I opened my eyes and listened to her stomp down the hall. As soon as the front was closed, I ripped the blanket from my body and lifted myself up. I faltered as pain rushed through my body before moving forward, my aching muscles protesting with every move.

It got easier though with every step I took towards her. She wasn't looking at me, more like glancing around I guess assessing the area. I couldn't help the grin that curved my lips, already knowing we were alone. I could see her much better now, her porcelain like hand holding the branch in place, her heeled boots in the air as she squatted with the top of her sole and toes keeping her on a thicker branch. The jeans looked like a second skin, the muscle adjusting it with the slightest of movements and her grey top making her skin look even my paler then she was. Her hair cascaded down her back but pair of it parted over each shoulder, the richness of the dark brown lifting slightest with the wind.

Finally, I reached her face, her pouty lips in a firm line that didn't suit her in the slightest and her nose twisting as her head moved side to side, still sussing out the premises. Her eyes, still dark but no longer black, flittered from side to side, taking in everything with a guard to them. How ironic that my personal sun was a daughter of the darkness?

Only you Seth I told myself.

"It's a bit creepy Shorty that you're watching me through a window," I teased. Her gaze finally rested on me and just like before, I felt a surge of energy bounce in my body.

I felt the need to take it slow now though everything in me was screaming that I reach out and grab her, envelope her to my chest with my arms wrapping around her. I wanted nothing more then to breath in her delicious coconut and tulip scented hair, feel her cool skin melt into mine before ravishing her with all the passion I possess.

"You're ok…" my heart pounded harder against my sore ribs, knowing with a single touch I would be at my full strength. Not able to take it anymore, I open the window further and reach out for her, grin still plastered to my face.

Her eyes never leave mine but I can see the hesitation in her body. Anticipation fills me immediately, confused to why she would waver.

"It'll only be me and you Seth. From now on…" She whispers, her eyes filling with venom; her words making my heart beats impossibly harder. "We won't have anyone to help us. It'll be me and you against your whole pack and my old coven… do you really want that?"

"Of coarse Bella, you're my everything… forever." I didn't hesitate and responding as truthfully and confidently.

As she as 'forever' left my mouth, she leapt from the tree and through the window. I barely heard the branch crash to the ground as her arms wrapped around my waist, squeezing tightly as sobs shook her body. My body protested the pressure to my ribs but I ignore it as my arms wrapped around her waist. I hoisted her up so that her face was now buried in the crock of my neck, her arms around them too whilst her legs wrapped around my hips. Her scent was intoxicating as I practically gulped it in, my world exploding with bright lights, warmth flooding my body.

Her body fit perfectly with mine and even though my arms were too long for her small waist, it felt so good that I could hold her to me tighter, wrap them around her so that she was secure. She would never go anywhere else if it were up to me.

"Seth… my Seth." She whispered into my neck, her cold skin riddening my body of sweat. "I thought I'd never see you again… so much blood… fuck, Seth. I really…" she broke down into sobs again and tears filled my eyes.

I moved us over to the bed and never letting go, lowered myself to the bed to lay down with her on top of me. Once settled, I pulled her close again. "I thought I lost you too Shorty." The memory of the pixie leech ripping her head off crippled me to the point that I was glad I decided to lay down. "I… I was… I thought… I thought I lost you."

She lifted her head and looked at her, glossy eyes now back to their golden colour. "But, I'll only die if I was burnt…" she whispered.

I sobbed at that. "I know, but you sorta don't think about that when your other half is decapitated." I squeezed her closer to me, never wanting to let go.

"I'm sorry Seth… I didn't mean it like that." She whispered, reaching up and wiping the tears on my left check away. I closed my eyes at the new contact, the coolness of her touch relieving my burn cheek yet setting a whole new fire in me. "I love you Seth."

I opened my eyes, the room suddenly brighter and the heat in me flaring. Tears of sadness, of horror and longing were gone, replaced by happiness and passion. I lifted my head without thinking and pressed my lips to hers, hot against cold, fire against ice. I moaned at the feeling of her lips moving against mine, allowing the kiss and returning it with passion. I felt her legs straddle my abdomen and lift her up some before I felt the pillow dip on each side of me, her hands lifting her a bit more. I didn't like the separation our bodies now had and pulled her against me, her jean clad pelvis now pressed to the middle of my abs.

I felt her tongue lick my lip, a way of asking permission to which I quickly agreed. My hands moved from her waist down further, brushing smoothly against the side of her butt and down to her thighs. With my hands resting there, drawing circles on them, I felt her muscles flex as she slowly began grinding onto my stomach.

She moaned as she found a bit of friction before I pulled my lips away from hers, the need for air becoming too much and I gulped it in. That sweet, delicious noise was music to my ears, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand and sending a joint straight to my groin. Her grinding continued slowly, torturingly against me as she lowered her mouth to my neck and kissing, sucking and nibbling in the wake of a giggle and apology for forgetting that I need to breathe. It didn't matter, the things she was doing with her lips and tongue had me grunting and sighing embarrassingly loud with pleasure.

"You smell so fucking good!" I moaned as the smell of her arousal graced my nose.

"When you're better baby…" She whispered, her assault on my neck never seizing.

Mid moan, I removed my hand from her thigh and regrettably guided her head up so that she was looking at me. "I want to make love to you Shorty."

She smirked at me, her eyes dancing with amusement. "I don't know if it's the same with werewolves, but vampires are very sexual creatures, very dominant and possessive." She whispers. "It's like if we have it one time, especially with our mate, the hunger never stops, you always want- no need more. I need you at full strength my love."

She wrapped her thin fingers around my wrist and pushed over my head and held it there, her lips returning to my neck and sucking it hard.

"Fuck!" I moaned, squeezing my eyes shut and bucking upwards in hope of finding friction. I wriggled my wrist free of her hold and laced my fingers with hers, using the other hand to bring her lips to mine. I kissed her hungrily, passionately as my hand returning to her leg only this time to lift her shirt up a bit so that I could slide my hand underneath it. I was dying for skin on skin contact, desperate for it like I needed air. No matter her warning, she didn't stop me as my hand brushed against her stomach, massaging it for a few moments before moving it higher and repeating the process.

Her smooth stomach was silk like yet firm in a way that she must've worked out when she was human. She moaned into my mouth as I continued my ministrations, her grinding becoming quicker. As soon as my fingers finally reached her bra clad breast, her lips separated from mine and she looked into my eyes. Black was back but I could see the lust and passion in their depths, her cool breathing fanning my face. Was I taking it too far even though she said they're very passionate sexual creatures?

"I love you Bella," I murmured, making my hand remove itself from her shirt.

"I'm sorry Seth… when you're healed. I just don't want to hurt you." Her hand raised and a finger gently ran across my forehead before the palm of that hand resting on my cheek. "I'm sorry baby,"

I shook my head gently. "Don't be Shorty. I understand." I smiled, genuienely happy that she was being to careful even though it was obvious that she wanted to make me hers in just the same way I wanted to make her mine. I pulled her to my side then, wrapping my arms around her waist and extremely close. She didn't mind, her own resting tightly around my torso with a leg thrown over my for good measure.

I chuckled at that, enjoying how they tangled together.

It was only a few minutes lately of comfortable silence that it was broken; my phone blaring Embry's ringtone.

With a sigh, I unfortunately let go of Bella's waist and reached over to the bedside table.

"Sup Embry?" I said casually, the hold on Bella tightening.

"Seth, they found her scent!" Bella and I stiffened immediately before we sat up, me groaning slightly at the pressure my ribs received so suddenly.

"What? Where?" I was frantic, moving over to my cupboard to grab a t-shirt.

"Out front of Brodie's house. Get her away! NOW!" Embry was tense. "They're coming!" With that, he hung up.

I looked at Bella quickly, her frantic form looking out the window. I quickly throw on my black t-shirt and trade my shorts for a pair of jeans and slide my phone into my pocket.

"Run away with me?" I stopped looking for socks and dropped my sandshoes to the floor.

"What?" I stutter out, shocked that she would say such a thing.

Bella stopped looking out the window and turned to face me. Her eyes were frantic and her body seemed to twitch, wanting to look back out the window to resume post. "Come with me Seth… we can be happy together. No one will try to stop us from being together… we could finally be together. Run away baby, run away with me." Her voice was pleading and she sounded so tempting. I knew she spoke the truth but could I really leave my sister, my friends, my home to be with my imprint? Could I really give up being apart of the pack? Of coarse I could… But do I want to?


Wow, I feel like this should be a massive chapter (word count wise) but it's nothing compared to my previous ones.

What do you think guys? I was very tempted to chuck in a heated lemon there but I figure 'Why do it in the heat of the moment? 'Specially when Seth's hurting?' Who doesn't like a dominant Seth? ;)

Please review guys, it's very much appreciated and the next chapter's in the motion. Oh, and I'm sorry for the spelling errors or mixed words, I didn't have time to check this since I'm so behind with the updating.

Chelsea