Hi guys! I know it's been a long time... A REALLY LONG TIME since I last updated and I am sorry for that :s I just kind of lost my inspiration and interest in writing for a long time but now I am back! So to make up my absence I am trying to finish this story as soon as possible, whitch means writing, writing and more writing for me! :D I just want to thank you all for your comments and support, thank you for reading my brainchild and even more thanks for liking it! 3 P.S. Don't kill me if this sucks, I am really rusty :D

I turned my back and walked away from the door to let him in. Ofcorse he had been in my room before but this time felt different, him being there now felt really intimate. I had a really hard time keeping my thoughts clear when I could sense him standing right behind me, looking at my turned back. I took a deep breath and turned to look at him again.

"So... what was it that you wanted to talk to me about? "

He stared at me with his gorgeous eyes and I could see that he was having some sort of an inner fight. I don't know wether did he won or lost the fight but I really liked the result: a sexy smile spread across his face and his eyes started to twinkle.

"Michelle, what do you think about me?"

Whooa that was really... straight to the business if I may say! I knew that we had to have this talk sooner or later, and after Nicholas' and Michael's chat earlier I knew that he liked me. But there was the problem, he liked me. I loved him. I was pretty sure that he would never feel the same way about me that I felt for him. How could he ever love me when I had so much to hide and so many things I couldn't tell him? This whole Michael thing was important and noble but it's effects to my lovelife weren't as glorious at all. And now I didn't know what to do. I should enjoy the fact that he liked me a little bit but how could I when I knew that being with him only made me love him even more! Things would only be harder for me when the time that he didn't want me anymore would come. And I would be hurting. A lot.

"Well... You are a really nice guy, someone I can always rely on...."

Oh Michelle, that was smooth, the only thing missing from that was that you think of him as a BROTHER! And for god's sake, the things you think about when you see him are not things to do with your brother! Lifting my eyes to meet his was almost as hard as fighting against a pack of dirty werewolves, if not even harder. To my suprise his smile had grown even bigger. Slowly he took a step towards me, minimizing the space between our bodies. I swallowed and moved back too, afraid that if our bodies would touch I would do something really un-ladylike to him and his muscular body.

"Is that so? And there is nothing else you think about me...? Anything?"

His voice was smooth and his tone was teasing, I could hear the laughter in it. He knew exactly how I thought and felt about him but he wouldn't let me get away easily. Seeing it from my posture, bodylanguage and gestures when he was around wasn't enough, he wanted to hear it from my lips. Still looking at me he took another step towards me, making me move along with him. The problem was that I was out of space, my back was against the wall and he was standing only inches away from me. My fingers yearned to touch his hard chest, my lips yearned to kiss his lips. I was having really hard time finding the right words when he lifted his hand and his fingers landed on my neck. His touch was gentle and light as a breeze of air when his fingers traveled to my collarbone and back up behind my neck again.

"I...I...I like you. A lot."

My last words came out as a mush so I didn't think that he even heard them. How wrong was I?

"Well Michelle, I like you a lot too. More than a lot actually. And I am tired of this hide and seek game, I wan't you to be mine. And I can see that you want to be mine. "

That was is, who cared if he only liked me a lot instead of loving the hell out of me? I was going to live for hundreds of years if some nasty werewolf didn't rip my head off or some crazy maniac with a stake and a torch didn't try to banish me to hell. Basically I would have more than enough time to feel sorry for myself and spend the rest of my almost eternal life in mourning for losing the love of my life. But that was later, now I was going to enjoy this moment.

I threw my arms around him and attacked his lips with my own. It felt like ages I had kissed him like this and I can tell you, it felt good to be back. His hands traveled from my collarbones to my sides taking me as close to his body as possible. He lifted me so I could wrap my legs around his body while he laid soft kisses across my neck, down to my cleavage and back to my lips again. We deepend the kiss even more and before I knew I tasted something delicious. I licked his lower and upper lip clean and realized that it was blood, his blood. But mixed in it was my own blood too. Without checking I knew that my fangs would be long and ready to puncture some flesh but seeing that Nicholas' fangs had come out too made my head spin. Both of our bloody lips turned us on even more and we continued kissing eachother making more quickly healing wounds so we could taste the sweetness that was running trough both of our veins.

He carried me towards my bed and laid me down so I was under him. Without thinking I flipped us over and straddled him while I took off my shirt. His eyes wondered across my naked skin, taking in all I had to offer. The distant between our lips felt too long and once again I leaned down to touch them. Slowly I licked his bloody lips making my hunger growl, everything in me yearned to him. His hands were traveling across my bare back making me shiver where ever he touched me. While I kissed him he started to move his hip against mine and that was it. I wasn't planning on doing anything like this but it came out of instinct: I plunged my fangs trough his neck.