Katherine

My voice had cracked on his name, and I heard him sigh. In a frenzy I had thrown the bag-o-blood outside of my reach, and I almost hoped it was someone else at the tomb door, so Stefan wouldn't see me withering away, My voice has become hoarse, my hair is bigger than my head, my eyes have black bags under them, and I know I've become at least seventeen pounds thinner. I look like a cripple, and I am. I can't even stand up to look outside the door to see my Stefan.

My Stefan . . . I'd missed calling him that.

He was standing in front of me now, and I looked up at those beautiful emerald eyes and my heart flutters in my chest. He leans down and stares at me, his hand lightly caressing my face. I swallow, my throat becoming dry . . . er.

"Are you okay?" He asks.

What the hell? I let my heart open up to him, trust him, let fear slip inside my soul. I am sure he can see my heart beating through my chest, as it is beating quickly. His hand slips down to my neck and I flinch slightly. He doesn't slow, his hand caressing the edge of my bra. I look at down at his hand, and then back up to his eyes. My hand slowly crawls up my own leg, and up onto his chest, tugging at the collar of his shirt. He leans down and presses his soft lips, gently, against mine. It's soft, sweet, his hand resting innocently on my thigh, mine on his chest.

He pulls back, breathing deeply. I can see in his eyes he wants to test the boundaries. I take a deep breath, and stretch out my neck and kiss him again. My arms wrap around his neck and his free hand touches my waist. I snake out my tongue and trace his beautiful lips, to which he grants me access. He tastes sweet, and I feel myself tremble as his strong hand travels slowly up my dress.

He pulls away for air, and silently, wordlessly, pulls me to him, lying on the cold ground, and stabs himself in the neck.

My eyes are instantly hypnotized by the small red line snaking down his neck. I lean down, my tongue clearing the red from his skin. My lips touch his warm skin, and hesitate.

Stefan puts his hand on the back of my head and pushes down. "It's okay." He tilts his head back and the pressure of his chest against mine makes up my mind. I press my hand to the side of his neck and indulge.

The life flows back into my body and I moan. Stefan gasps and tilts his head back farther. I feel stronger, and more empowered. His hand pulls the zipper at the back of my dress down, and I sigh as I pull away. His wound heals almost instantly, and when I look into his eyes, I can barely see the green of his iris, they're black. Soulless.

Alluring.

I pin his arms to his sides and kiss his lips again. He bites my lower lip and sighs.

In a flash, I'm below him and being held down by my throat. He slides his shirt over his head and I stare at his sculpted stomach, his defined chest, and that gorgeous rose tattoo on his shoulder. He presses into me, our bare stomachs grazing as our tongues have a duel to the death. He moans onto my lips, "Katherine."

My voice trembles as I whisper, "Stefan."

I never understood that, why it was so amazing to hear someone say your name, until Stefan said it for the first time.

Miss Pierce.

Please, call me Katherine.

Katherine.

I grabbed Stefan's belt loops and pulled him closer, I couldn't get enough of my man.

My Vampire.

My Stefan.