Okay, seems like basically no one wanted to read or review on that last chapter. But two weeks later here is the next one. Enjoy.

Rebecca's POV

In the end, the cabin that Philip was allowing me to stay in was much bigger than I had planned on it being. It has a master bed room, a guest bed room, a living room, a full all around deck, and a full kitchen. It was fully furnished, which was good, because I had wanted to get rid of my bed as it was anyway. And thanks to Philip, I also did not have to even go back to my dorm room to get my personal stuff, or dispose of my furniture. But I did pay a visit to the principle, and managed to "persuade" her to give me my diploma with all of my credits and classes. She and I both knew I was only there because I wanted to be, and so she gave it to me with little fuss and pulled a few strings.

Upon arriving, I had to pull off sheets form the furniture, and the place was covered in dust and stale air. But after opening up all of the windows and doors, and scrubbing the place like crazy (not to mention ten bottles of Fabreez later) it smelled of nothing but cleaning products four hours later. The bed was much bigger than what I had owned, a California king, I believe it what Philip had said. It was also a four poster bed, and I had so much fun going out and buying a mesh canopy to drape over it. It was always like every little girl dreamed of it, and to say I was giddy with happiness was an understatement. A small closet had revealed a tucked away laundry room, so I also picked up some wonderful smelling detergent, and washed the hell out of the black and blue sheets and pillows.

I had been here a week now, maybe even a little bit more. I had not touched my violin or my other instruments, and I spent most of my time with Philip in the new hospital that he had transferred too. He made me laugh a lot, talking about his crazy new coworkers, and how all of them seemed to want to have something to do with him. Which was a new experience to him, since before all of his coworkers had avoided him as if he were the soul source of the plague. He didn't seem to mind, he told me that at least if they avoided him none of them could interfere with his work, and I guess he had a point. But he didn't know what to do, when he was in the lab doing some of my blood work and one of them popped in to have a chat with him. Some of them were on the same level as he was, others were lower, but they all seemed to just want to be friendly. That, or they knew how to suck up to the wrong person.

I had yet to speak to Crystal, since I had not seen her since the fight we had had almost a month ago. I missed her, but the strange thing is I had already made some new friends here, and a lot easier than I had back at school. Like Beth, down at the supermarket, who I had made laugh by telling her what my total was going to be before she even scanned my items, and then made her stare at me with saucer eyes when I had been right, all the way down to the change. She had then begged me to tutor her, and in a stunned line of stuttering words, I had agreed. Not that she would need it for long, she learned very quickly, and most of it she could understand easily once it was put down in the basic terminology.

She had then begged to come over to my house, once learning that I living alone, even though I was only two years older than she was, and she was still with her parents. Again, I agreed, even though I was surprised at her enthusiasm and friendliness. After two weeks, she was growing on me, and I always smiled when I saw her crazy texts.

I was taking a break from working, though I swear it was killing me. Even though my phone was ringing off the hook from my clients wanting me to come in and play, I politely refused them all. Partially because I did not feel like dealing with them, and more because I thought Philip would kill me if I accepted just one of them. I hiked a lot, since the cabin was out of the way, just a little into the woods, just five minuets from town. It was easy to ride my bike there and back, and since I lived on my own, groceries were not really a problem.

But even with all of that, I had so much spare time of my hands.

And to top it all off, every since night I would dream of Kalin.

I would dream of him being in this bed with me, kissing me, whispering in my ear as he held me so close I could feel every hard outline of his body on my own. I would cry sometimes, whispering how much I missed him, I was sorry I had to leave him behind as I did, and he would just simply kiss away my tears and then kiss me with a searing passion fueled by love.

I would awake with a jerk, tears streaming down my face uncontrollably. I would angrily wipe them away, and lock away everything that I felt when I awoke. Some part of my heart had loved Kalin, but I had started a new life now, and it had gotten to the point where my love for him could now only live in my dreams, I had locked my heart away so well. Love did things to people, and I could not imagine giving myself to someone like that, then I would not longer be free. Not to mention so many relationships went sour, who was to say that ours wouldn't?

But I was always reminded about what Fortis had said. That me and him were destined to be together, that he would love and cherish me more than any other man could. And that he could bring my body to a peak of pleasure, and no other man would ever even be able to arouse passion in me. It would mean that without Kalin, I would have to sleep with a man I could not love, just to have a child, if I could even have one with a normal human man.

Some part of me would whisper, is love so bad?

But as far as I would concerned, it would always be. Look at the pain Kalin and I suffered in such a short time.

I was ashamed of the part of me that yearned for him. My family would never allow me to marry and to love. No point in trying.

And I would never admit it, but I longed for those dreams all day long. They were not dreams of sex, but of love, of passion, of wanting and missing and understanding. He was so gentle, so beautiful, and I knew he loved me, and it felt to good to see the way he looked at me, to feel his hands when he touched my face. To have his taste when he kissed me, in a small little way claiming me, in the only way I could ever allow.

And then my heart turned to stone when the morning came.

Right now, I was sitting at the kitchen table, a half empty cup of tea sitting in front of me. My chin was in my left palm, and I was staring out the back door into the sunny day and day dreaming away. Not of Kalin, of course, but more of memories, replays. And always the pondering question; what would I do if Kalin ever found me again? But it was a silly question, there was no way he would be able to find me now, and I knew that.

So why did I get a feeling of anticipation in my gut?

A knock at the door scared me, my whole body jerking back, knocking over my tea cup, which my right hand had been wrapped around. I swore and manged to push back away from the table before the tea fell over the side and into my lap. I was just reaching for a rag on the kitchen counter when the knock came at the door again and I sighed. It had to be Beth, even though I was pretty sure I had told her she couldn't come over today. I was a little depressed, and I was never going to admit the true reasons as to why I was. Beth seemed to have an inkling that some man had a claim over me, but from the sad silence I had given her the first time she had asked, she never asked again.

I guess I was treating Kalin as if he were dead. Which to me, he should be.

"Coming!" I called, throwing the rag on the tea in hopes that most of it would soak up. I jogged to the door, sucking a huge breath and forcing a smile onto my face as I pulled open the door.

Which it immediately died.

"What the hell are you doing here?"

I already have the next chapter typed up, the faster and more of you guys that review, the quicker this chapter will be up. Luv yas ^_^