Michael dropped me off with a promise that he would be back to find me soon, and if he wasn't, what the best way to sneak up to his room from around back was.
I assured him that I would be fine on my own for a while and quickly headed off down the pier.
It didn't take much time to realize that I was too on edge to be around people.
I wanted to devour everyone that I saw.
…Especially this petite boy with long blue hair who reeked of vanilla and cinnamon even from yards away.
I quickly lit a cigarette to calm my nerves and settled down on a bench across from a mass amount of the shops and tried to lose myself in the act as I turned my attention to a group of hippies who made my nostrils want to close permanently.
At least I couldn't smell them as much over the smoke trailing around my nose.
After a while, that lost its appeal as well and I ventured off down the deserted beach, unsurprised when a motorcycle pulled up beside me and a gruff voice spoke out, "You don't look so good."
"I wonder why," I scowled at David, feeling my finger burn sharply once again from the power of the ring.
"Rhiannon," He reached out and grabbed my arm before I shrugged him off. "Look at me."
I finally stopped walking and turned my body towards his, "What?"
"Get on." Once again, his tone was more like an order.
"I'm not Star," I snapped as my dark hair fanned out behind me in the wind. "I don't live in fear of you."
"Fine," David smirked as he looked me over again. "Get on the bike… please."
"I'm surprised you even know that word."
"So am I."
I raised an eyebrow into the air and let out a laugh as I was finally given the opportunity to take in his appearance.
Minus the bad 80's hair, he was… gorgeous. It was breathtaking, really, to look at him.
This was bad. This was my soul mate.
This was me getting on the bike and wrapping myself around him as he sped off, "Where are the others?"
"Causing trouble," David said with no hint of emotion. It baffled me how easily he could do that; speak as if he just didn't care.
Most people at least carried some clue as to how they felt in their tones.
Ten minutes later I looked up to find that we were stopped in an open clearing of the woods right off of the beach.
"You've brought me to a secluded area in the woods?" I looked at him skeptically as he helped me off of the bike; a rare moment of chivalry. "Should I be afraid?"
"Not at all," David smirked as he eyed me once again. "I just know that the boys know better than to bother me when I'm out here and I wanted to talk to you."
"…About what?" I asked with a shaky voice.
"You," He said in a firm voice as he sat down under a large tree and pulled me down in front of him. "You intrigue me."
"How so?" I laughed as I pulled my knees up to my chest.
"You just… seem different," He noted through narrowed eyes. "I feel like you have some vast knowledge that you are keeping to yourself."
"Maybe I do," I joked, as I fought to control my nerves. "You'll never know."
"I'm not so sure about that," David breathed out as he brushed a curl away from my face and felt me trembled slightly under his touch. He grinned as I leaned my cheek into his palm, my eyes shut and breathing slow. "I think you'll tell me soon enough."
I finally opened my eyes and moved back out of his reach, shaking my head at how foolish I was being, "I can't."
"So, there is something…" David shrugged out of his trench coat and cocked his head to the side. "Why can't you tell me?"
"I just can't! Okay?" I shouted without meaning to. My emotions were on high and I couldn't really control it. "Sorry. Just… don't push it."
"People don't talk to me like that," David glared as his eyes seemed to flash dark before me, a threat in their own right.
"You'll get over it," I snarled back.
I was being a bitch to a vampire.
Yes, I did have a death wish, apparently.
Before I had a chance to apologize for my tone, he had me pinned backwards to the ground. My wrists were trapped over my head by only one of his hands, while the other loosely grasped me face.
"Get off of me, David," I writhed under him for a moment before realizing it was a lost cause.
He shook his head as he lowered his lips to my neck and breathed in my scent deeply, "I don't think you really want me to, Rhiannon…" My breath hitched in my throat as his lips grazed my neck. "I know you don't want me to."
The truth was I didn't. I couldn't want him to.
The fucking ring on my finger was preventing that.
My body had waited 18 years for its counterpart and it wasn't going to relent just because I didn't want to get attached. My hormones could give a shit less that he was a vampire who, by history's standards, would die soon…
"Oh, fuck it," I groaned as I turned my head and pressed my lips onto his with all the strength that I could manage. My hands wiggled out of his grip and slid down to his back so that I could grip his shirt in my hands, while his pressed down against my hips, fingers digging against the bone.
I knew that the skin would be bruised the next day.
The following hours of the night were filled with senseless passion, torn skin and bloodied kisses.
My body ached for him, and he was quick to give me his full devotion.
It wasn't what I imagined, by a long shot.
It was painful and rough.
However, in its own way, it was perfect.
Now, I just had to find a way to keep him…
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