That night between myself and Malia had been rather awkward; especially since we were sharing a single bed. Neither of us spoke once we'd settled down, I laid facing the wall, away from Malia, so she took that as an opportunity to snuggle into the back of my neck, wrapping an arm around my body protectively. Her body curved around mine at every point, and it made me feel safe; secure.

That's when I realized; 'I'm the little spoon'. My eyes shot open in shock, how have I been reduced to the little spoon? She was sound asleep, her warm breath tickling the hairs on the back of my neck, but I suppose that's what I like about Malia. She has two sides to her portrayal. The one where she's tough as nails, hard to the core and to me especially, a challenge. She won't back down; she'll stand her ground and fight for what, or who she believes in. But there was also the soft side to Malia, the side that only I ever really got to see, because she trusted in me that much.

That's the side of her that it hurt to see, because it reminded me of the fact that I was lying to her, deceiving her about her own heritage, something that I had no right in doing. It hurt to see her big, adorable brown eyes looking into mine with such faith and passion, because I felt as if I shouldn't be able to do the same in return.

"You okay?" She whispered from behind, my body jumped slightly, her words knocking me out of my thoughts. I hadn't noticed her wake up; I'd stopped listening to her steady heartbeat as it played out against my bare back.

I cleared my throat, quietly, not wanting to wake anybody else in the house up, mainly Scott. "Just couldn't sleep," I replied, copying her tone, slightly twisting my head so that she could see the reassuring smile on my lips. She sleepily kissed my neck in response, sending shivers down my spine once again. Only now had I noticed how sensitive my neck was.

She rested her head again, back in its original position, and she closed her eyes. I reached down to grasp her hand, relieved that we weren't about to have an awkward conversation about tonight's earlier events. As time passed, I waited for her heart beat to drop again before closing my eyes. Thoughts, memories and dreams all passed by, until landing on one specific night in my life, the reason my eyes are blue.

The scene plays out vividly; one second Rachel is dragging me into a bathroom, and the next we were all over each other, our drunken, hormonal bodies going at each other. My heart beat starts to rise and before I know it, I'm not a man, but I'm a monster. Claws instead of fingers, fangs instead of teeth, my eyes shine golden and I have more hair on my face than should be possible.

As I reopen my eyes to look at the girl, it's no longer Rachel, its Malia. She's afraid of me, of what I've become. She tries to run, to escape, but under the glow of the full moon I'm too fast. She tries to pull the door open, but I slam it shut again, leaning an inhuman hand past her head. Turning around, she looks at me with fear in her eyes, glossed over with tears, too afraid to make a sound as her mouth hangs open. I lean in, my mouth brushing against her neck as I take in her scent. Sweet; not like flowers or sweets, but just naturally sweet. Trailing my lips upwards, I leave a moist path up to her ear, catching a whimper from the shaking girl in response.

"I'm sorry," I whispered, before descending back to her neck and sharply sinking my fangs in to her skin.

My body shot up, my ears still ringing with Malia's screams. My eyes froze wide open, filling with tears as I panted, trying to get past the shock of what I'd just experienced. I'd had that dream once before, but never had it been so raw, so clear.

Malia quickly sat up beside me, leaning over to turn the lamp on before resting a soothing hand on my shoulder. I didn't want to look at her, I couldn't. If I did then I knew I would crack. She rubbed against my back, attempting to calm my racing heart, but to no avail. Her eyes tore into me, desperately searching for some form of answer from me. For all she knew I was just having a moment.

"Ty," She said gently, raising a hand to caress the side of my cheek, stroking my cheek bone gently with her thumb. Instantly feeling better at her touch, I lifted my hand to meet hers, pressing it firmer against my skin. Slowly, I turned my head to face her, my lip quivering as I looked into those big, adorable eyes. The same eyes that I saw in the dream, the same eyes that I ripped to shreds.

My breath hitched, and I cracked, my head nestling straight into her shoulder as I sobbed helplessly. I didn't want this thing to rule my life, I wanted Malia to be happy, I wanted to be able to make her happy, in every way necessary. Then that stupid little voice in my head popped up, 'tell her'. No, I thought straight away, but as time passed, and I found myself all out of tears, the idea softened on me. If I tell her, she'll understand why I'm so afraid of intimacy, but then again, will she see me as a monster?

I pulled back from her slowly, peeling my wet face from her chest, slightly embarrassed about all that had just happened. We both moved so that our legs swung over the edge of the bed, and she rested her head on my shoulder, her arm still planted on my back.

"You've never asked me," I choked out, my throat suddenly very dry.

She raised her head, staring at me with confusion written all over her expression, "Never asked you what?"

"About my eyes, why they're blue, you've never asked..." Silence surrounded us, and I felt her tense at the subject. She removed her arm from my back and placed it back in her lap, playing with her fingers nervously. She stared down at them, clearly embarrassed, or ashamed, thinking that she'd done something wrong.

"Well, I just, kinda thought that it was, you know, your business," she mumbled, lifting one of her hands and running it through her hair.

This time I reached out to her, placing my hand on her leg, bringing her focus back to me. "I need to tell you about this; it's something you have to know about me." She nodded in correspondence and I explained to her the story of what had happened in Chicago. How at the time I didn't understand what was happening to me, that I just lost control of everything, and because of that, a girl died.

Her face resembled many emotions as I told it, sympathy, confusion, heart break. But she never once looked away, something that, as I spoke about Rachel, I couldn't do in return. My eyes flickered from hers, to the floor, the wall opposite us, and back to hers again; a non-stop cycle.

By the time I'd finished, my voice was breaking again, "so that's why I stopped earlier, I'm afraid... No, terrified, of losing control," I turned to face her fully, taking the remaining hand in her lap into my own, which, thankfully, she didn't pull away, "I don't want to hurt you." I admitted, almost silently. Surprisingly, she smiled, using her other hand to wrap around my wrist, stroking it gently.

"Ty, that wasn't your fault," she reassured me, "You had no idea what was happening to you, you can't blame yourself." She rubbed up and down my arm tentatively.

I chuckled a bit, "Remind you of someone?" I asked sarcastically, referring to the reason that her own eyes were blue, when wolfed out at least. She looked down, instantly shaken at the memory. "Mal, you were a kid."

"No..." She answered quietly, too deep in thought to speak up, "I was a monster."

I quickly grabbed both her hands in mine, "don't you ever say that, you are not, and you never will be a monster." She smiled again as I spoke, firmly believing the words that I said. I moved closer to her, stroking a stray piece of hair behind her ear, "besides, you're too beautiful to be a monster."

She leaned forward as I finished speaking, catching my lips in a soft, romantic kiss. It was short, sweet and simple, and soon enough we broke apart, both of us too tired to carry on.

We both climbed back into the sheets, this time I took the role of the big spoon, 'thank god'. I wrapped my arms around her tightly, telling her that I would always keep her safe. As I felt sleep begin to envelope me, I knew that this time it would be peaceful, it would be happy. Just before I slipped away I heard Malia whisper something.

"You'll never be a monster to me."

Okay! How was that? So Malia knows about Tyler's past now, or at least the important part of it. Hope it was good enough for all of you! It was a pretty long chapter to make up for the lack of posting over the last couple of days, I've been super busy, and I'm not gonna have a laptop over the weekend either! *cries in the corner for a moment*

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