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Chapter Three:
I couldn't believe this is what our first fight was about. He wanted to talk to these Cullen's, I'd gotten another vision where one of them was called to the front of a classroom, and I told him that it would be best not to.
"And anyway, you don't want to get near them any more than I do," I spat at him. He growled. Apparently he didn't want the information that he didn't like the sound of my new discovery known. We both knew he was weary, he was still trying to get his power under control, and that's what had started this fight. His. Stupid. Power. Not mine, his.
I said we should stick to the north, so we didn't have to run into any of his friends in the south. At first he liked that idea, but then he brought up that coven. He asked me if they were in the north, and of course I told him the truth. He immediately said we shouldn't do that, disregarding everything I had said. I suggested that we stay away from them, and everything would be fine. But the military man in him said they could be anywhere and that we would more than likely run into them some way or another. He got mad, and that leaked into me, and now we were fighting.
"Just because I don't want to get near them doesn't mean they wouldn't have interesting things to say," he replied with an edge to his voice. When had he become observation man? He might have been interested in them, but I surely wasn't.
"And what if they try to harm us? They could get the impression that we sought them out and want to hurt them. What then? Say, 'Oh yes, we eat humans but we were just curious as to why you go to school with them.'?" I asked him mockingly. We were both standing, my hands on my hips and his across his chest. We were only a few inches apart, and I had to arch my neck upwards to see his face, and he had to look down. I'd come to the decision that he was around six feet three inches, but that was just my guess. It was still a foot taller than me.
"Perhaps these vampires are more civilized than the rest of our kind. Perhaps they will accept our offer to speak and do it. You know no more than I about them, unless you are withholding information from me, and I very much doubt that," he retorted, moving closer, but not close enough to be touching me.
"Was that an advance?" I asked him. Had he deliberately moved forward as if to prove the point that he might be right? It hadn't scared me, but if he had, I would have been infuriated. I don't know what I would have done if he said yes, but – well, I didn't know what I would do.
"If it was it was not an intentional advance, I can assure you of that," he said, sounding surprised. He looked at the distance – or lack of distance – between us as if he had just noticed it. When the argument had started, we'd been three feet away, and each of us was to blame for the mere two inches separating us now.
"Well," I said, my arms falling limply to my sides. "I say we just roam around, stay inconspicuous, and if we happen to run into these Cullen's, we can decide then. No use getting into a fight about them now, is there?" I said. I liked my suggestion. It seemed rational. At least, that's what I thought.
"Fine," he said, tightening his arms. Even when he was insecure, or what ever he was right now – it was hard for me to tell – he was still beautiful. I looked up at his face, and for the first time it was scar free. Perhaps it was the light, or perhaps I was looking past the scars, but he was even more beautiful without them. Were my eyes playing tricks on me? This wasn't something I should be thinking about. He was beautiful with the scars, they gave him personality, they gave him identity. And here I was, saying he was more beautiful without them? What was wrong with me? He sighed, bringing me out of my thoughts. "Why are you angry now?" he asked, uncrossing his arms and taking my hands in his.
"Just mad at myself, nothing you need to worry about," I reassured him. A week ago I wouldn't have even thought of staring at him for more than a minute, mainly because it made him so self conscious, but now that he knew that I was looking at him, and not his scars, he was more at ease. Sometimes I would catch him staring at me, a small smile on his lips.
It was hard to believe that we'd already been together for ten days. It seemed like so much longer, and so much shorter at the same time. I hadn't known a feeling like that could exist. It didn't scare me, as many new things did, but instead it made me unbelievably happy.
"You amaze me," he said suddenly, bringing me out of my thoughts. I looked at him with a questioning look. "You're angry one minute, happy the next, it's like you can't make up your mind," he said wondrously. "It's entertaining, but it makes me wonder what goes on in that little head of yours," he said, lightly tapping my head with the forefinger of his right hand. I closed my eyes as he did so, a small smile playing on my lips. His other hand let go of mine, and his arms wrapped around me, pulling me to him in a tight embrace. I put my arms around his waist, my head resting comfortably on his chest. I didn't know how many hours we had spent like this, not talking, just embracing each other. It never amazed me how new it felt though. It was a relief, not having to worry about hunting for another five days. We had gone hunting that first day we met, after he had told me about his life, and after I had summarized mine.
I felt his lips press lightly on the top of my head and smiled against his chest. I could feel his muscles on my cheek, and knew he was done with our display of affection. I was only a little sad, but let him go anyway. He smiled at me, a smile of perfection, and I returned his smile. His eyes were half black, and I imagined mine were the same way. I knew he didn't like hunting more than necessary, but I hadn't learnt the control he had, and I was thirsty, and he must have felt that.
"If you wish, you can go hunting," he said softly, looking in my eyes, searching for something. If it was adoration, he would find it instantly. I smiled at him.
"You won't mind?" I asked. I didn't want to make him uncomfortable because of my impatience. He shook his head, and I asked another question. "You won't leave?" He shook his head again, and my smile widened. I stretched to my toes and just barely reached his cheek. I gave him a small peck and skipped away. I could feel his eyes on me, and that made me let out a little laugh. I didn't like being away from him, but I could be back in no more than a half an hour. I wasn't picky.
I walked onto the darkened street. The lights had just begun to come on because the sun was low in the sky. Many people were in formal wear. There must have been a performance tonight. I saw one man standing alone on the corner. He looked like he was waiting for someone. I walked up to him and gave him a smile.
"Hello, are you waiting for someone?" I asked conversationally. He only glanced at me, but did a double take.
"I – actually, no, I'm not," he said. Perfect. Men were so naive.
"Would you like to take a walk?" I asked. I held out my hand, much like I had done for Jasper, and he took it. He slightly flinched at the temperature of my skin. "I'm sorry, it's a bit chilly for me tonight," I said, leading him to a deserted alley. He was too preoccupied to notice the direction we were going.
"Would you like my jacket?" he offered. He seemed to be a nice person. I nodded my head in answer, and he shrugged lightly. A human wouldn't have been able to tell. I stopped suddenly. This was as good a spot as any, not like I cared. I had been in better, and would have chosen better if I didn't know Jasper was waiting for me.
"You have wonderfully soft skin," I said, bringing his hand up to my lips.
"Thank you, ma'am," he said politely. I smiled against his wrist, and my teeth brushed his skin before they bit in. That was one draw back to being short though. I couldn't reach their neck, which would have been much quicker and less painful for them, and more satisfying for me, but the wrist worked for me. I just had to suck faster.
I felt his arm relax soon after I had bitten him, and his body soon slumped to the ground. His eyes were closed and his face was wearing the most familiar expression. It looked like he was in pain, but he also looked like he was happy to be gone. At least, that's how I described their looks. I'm sure others had different way of describing how someone looked after they had just been fed on. I left him there and walked away quickly.
I returned to see Jasper pacing around the small clearing quickly. He was muttering to himself.
"Jazz?" I asked timidly. I didn't want to disrupt him. He held his hand up to me, telling me to wait for a moment. I silenced myself and sat down on a nearby log. I only waited five minutes.
"Well, there's worry around the city. I followed you a bit, just to make sure you would be okay, and they're noticing that people have been drained of blood. I say we should move before they find out," he said quickly. Anyone would have been able to tell he had been in the military, he was so used to giving orders. I nodded. He'd already cleared the area of any signs that anyone had been staying there recently, and we headed towards our next destination.
On our way, I received another vision, longer than all the others.
So, I promise that I would update every Friday, and this was all ready and beautiful for you all. But I had a sleepover from Friday to Saturday. Then a party on Saturday from Ten to two pm, then I had to come home, take a shower, print up all 86 pages of the Twilight script for book club, go to book club at five, then I had another sleepover from five thirty Saturday to this morning... And um... I played rock band all day today, and tomorrow I'm looking forward to homework. So that is why the belated update. :D Please please please review.