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Chapter Four: Right in All the Wrong Ways

"She's weak," a female voice spoke softly, but urgently. The voice sounded oddly like Taryn.

"She's not weak, Taryn!" A boy shouted, confirming my thoughts. He sounded a lot like Greyson.

Taryn sighed. "If she wasn't weak, she wouldn't have passed out like that, Grey."

So it was Greyson.

I heard a deep and uncomforting sigh. "You know what? If I snuck up on you in a cemetery, knocked you out cold for a whole damn day, then proceeded to take you to my home, had my friend tell you that you smelled good, then I told you I was a vampire and then you found out that your dad was the mother fucking king of all vampires, you would pass out too."

I heard Taryn tap her foot uneasily. "Well if you put it that way…"

"No matter which fucking way I put it, it sounds bad!" Greyson shouted. I heard his angry footsteps pace around the room.

"Grey, I don't think she's prepared to be one of us," Taryn said. Her voice was comforting but there was an edge to it.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Greyson snarled. I have never seen him curse like this before.

"I-I-I was just trying to say that maybe if she can't handle all of this information, she can't handle the transformation. There is a 45% chance that she won't make it through," Taryn stuttered, slightly taken aback.

"Why would you say that? Do you want her to die? Is that it?" Greyson's voice was unusually loud.

"Greyson Breckinridge, stop yelling at me! I'm just trying to say what's best for all of us."

"It's already too late. If I don't turn her, she'll be in even more danger than she is now. She already knows the secret."

Taryn sighed, frustrated. "We could brainwash her."

"Oh yeah, let's find a vampire that knows how to do that," Greyson retorted sarcastically.

"Well, maybe Cody or Helena could use some of their mind powers and do something so that Marcella can't remember anything."

I mentally cringed at the sound of my full name.

"Her name's Marcy," Greyson growled.

And that feeling of awkwardness immediately lifted and was replaced with a slight smugness.

"Whatever," Taryn groaned. "I just think she'll be just an extra weight to carry. She'll probably hold back the team."

There was a loud crash as someone threw something against the wall. Someone, I think Taryn, screamed.

"You shut up! You don't know what you're talking about you crazy, psychotic bitch! Get out of my face!" Greyson screamed. I tried not to recoil at his voice and kept pretending I was still passed out.

"Grey… I was just trying…"

"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! And stop calling me Grey! Now get out of my face before I get even angrier!"

Taryn started crying quietly and I heard her shuffle out of the room. Suddenly, there was stomping footsteps up the stairs and back into the room. But this time, I could tell it wasn't a girl.

"What the fuck was that about, Greyson?" A deep voice asked.

Greyson sighed. "Taryn is pissing the hell out of me, Logan."

So now it's Logan that's in the room.

"Well that doesn't give you an excuse to throw a vase at her!"

"What's a vase gonna do to her? Break her nails? She's a fucking vampire for god's sake. A vase won't even scratch her."

More footsteps enter the room.

"Calm the hell down Greyson. I don't want any fighting in this house." The voice sounded like Cody, and because it was male and Cody was the only male left, it had to be him.

"I'm pissed," Greyson plainly stated.

"Well if that wasn't obvious enough," Logan snapped.

There was an extremely stressed silence in the air. I decided it was time for me to open my eyes. I sat up straight and looked around; I was lying on a couch in a lounge. Probably the boys' one telling from the smell that immediately permeated my nose.

I turned to look at the three boys standing in a tense circle next to me.

"All of you shut the fuck up!" I screamed.

They all turned around with shocked looks on their faces. Logan mumbled something inaudible under his breath and walked back down the stairs. Cody mouthed an apology to me, patted Greyson on the shoulder and left without a sound.

"Greyson, be quiet," I commanded.

He looked at me with guilty eyes. "Marcy, I'm really…"

"I said be quiet!" I interrupted.

His face fell and I almost broke my cover.

"I'm going to talk," I said. "If you don't want me here, just ask me to leave. Honestly, I don't want to be here. My life was fine before I met you and it's going to be fine when I leave. Don't force yourself in believing that I'll do some good to your little secret society, because I don't want any part of it."

He walked towards me slowly. "Marcy, you know I want you to be here. All of us do."

I looked at him in disbelief. "How could you do that? How could you lie to my face? I can't stay here because Taryn obviously doesn't want me to stay!"

"Marcy, calm down…"

"No, you calm down!" I screamed. "I can't believe this! I can't believe this…" The tears started falling and I couldn't hold myself together anymore. I didn't know what to believe.

Greyson came to my seat on the couch and sat by me. He placed a cold arm around my shoulder and held me as I cried.

"I don't get it. Why does it have to be me?" I cried.

"Shh, it's going to be okay, Marcy. Everything will be okay," Greyson comforted.

"That's not true. Nothing will ever be okay."

Greyson turned me so that I was looking straight into his beautiful eyes.

"Marcy, you're being stubborn. I will protect you and keep you safe and you know that. I won't ever let you get hurt."

I looked at him with doubt.

"I don't know Greyson. It's just…" I looked away.

Greyson shook my shoulders so that my attention was back to him.

"Marcella Carlucci, look me in the eyes and tell me that I'm lying," he instructed. "I love you, Marcy."

My eyes widened in shock.

"You…what?" I gasped. My voice was a soft whisper.

Greyson shook his head. "I knew I shouldn't have said that. I'm so stupid."

I shook my head quickly, placing a hand on his stone cold and marble smooth cheek.

"You love me," I repeated.

Greyson chuckled slightly. "Is it really that hard to believe? I would've never gotten so mad at Taryn over someone I didn't love."

Keeping my hand on his cheek, I used my other hand to gently run my hands through his bronze hair.

"You love me," I repeated again.

Greyson looked me dead in the eyes, gold ones meeting blue ones. "I've loved you since the day I met you in the cemetery."

"That was only two days ago," I recalled.

Greyson laughed. "It may seem like only two days to you, but for us vampires, it was more like two years. Time moves by slowly when you don't need to sleep, eat or use the bathroom. Also, our brains can comprehend so much more than an average human's brain. We have all this space we can use up, which means more space to develop our feelings and emotions, when we have blood in our body that is."

I smacked him playfully on the arm, which hurt me way more that it hurt him.

"Show off," I said.

"I'm just stating the truth."

I laughed and leaned in closer so that I could smell his soap and his mint toothpaste. "I like an honest boy."

Greyson leaned in so that our noses were almost touching.

"I like a girl who likes an honest boy."

He brushed his cool lips against mine; slowly and softly. But even with his gentle movements, I felt a spark of electricity between us. My face suddenly felt hot with love and my body moved closer to his, pressing against his hard chest. He placed both of his icy hands on my hot cheeks, trying to distinguish the flames. Suddenly, he sighed against my lips and I could taste his sweet breath on my tongue.

That's when it hit me. He was all mine forever and ever. All he wanted was me and all I wanted was him. We were meant to be.

Too soon, he pulled away and I looked down, embarrassed.

"Don't be embarrassed," he murmured.

I shook my head stubbornly. "I'm not."

"Then what's wrong," Greyson asked, a hint of worry in his smooth voice.

"I just figured out that I love you too."