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Chapter Twenty-Four- January 2017: Anberliegh

I tell myself that you're no good for me

I wish you well, but the desire never leaves

I could fight this until the end

But maybe I don't wanna win

I breathe you in again, just to feel you

Underneath my skin, holding on to

The sweet escape, is always laced with a

Familiar taste of poison

I don't wanna be saved

I don't wanna be sober

I want you on my mind

In my dreams, behind these eyes

And I won't wake up

No not this time

Familiar Taste of Poison: Halestorm

Rose was quiet as we pulled up outside of the Cullen's house. A small smile on her face because the second you could hear the car Emmett was waiting on the porch. I smiled too, I was thrilled to see rose so happy. She got out of the car and in seconds Emmett had her swooped up and back in the house. She called out a goodbye and I waved to her, knowing it was time to go see Paul. I ran there, wanting the feel of the cool night air on my skin.

I reached the edge of the woods that was behind his house and stopped. Could I do this? Yes, I loved him and that was what mattered. It didn't matter if Luke did fall in love with me; he only started to be with me because it was his job. Paul fell the first moment he saw mw and would be by my side until the end of time.

I noticed his bedroom window was open. I climbed in to see him lying on top of the covers of his bed. It was obvious he was having a restless night. He was lying on his back in just pajama pants. His sculpted chest raised and lowered with each one of his steady breaths. I reached into his mind, curious of what he was dreaming of. His dream was about me, or rather the lack of me. He was searching for me. The pain in him broke my heart and I knew that he would never have to be without me again. Well, if everything worked out all right.

I slipped off my tennis shoes and socks, then my jacket, leaving me in jeans and a t-shirt. Paul's t-shirt. I crawled into bed next to him, I wasn't going to wake him up, but his dream started turning into a night mare. I crawled over to him and straddled his waist.

For being a vicious protector he sure was a sound sleeper.

"I love you," I whispered into the dark then kissed Paul's forehead. It felt amazing to say it to him. Liberating. "I love you," I kissed his nose. "I love you," I kissed each corner if his mouth.

I looked up to his eyes to see him looking at me with wide eyes.

"Hey," I whispered and he stopped breathing.

"An…Annie?" he asked.

"Yes?" I asked kissing his collar bone and neck.

"Are you really here?" He whispered.

I sat up and looked at him, a hint of doubt in his face. Like this was a dream he has had before. I nodded and he brought his hands up to my face.

"You feel so real this time, but then you did last time too." He told me, dropping his hands and I frowned.

"Paul I am really here. I love you and I am not going anywhere."

He sat up and held me to his chest, almost like I was about to disappear.

I started to run my hands through his hair and he shut his eyes.

"I can't wake up without you here again. I just can't do it."

"You won't have to, I am here. You are awake and I am here."

"I can't do it… can't do it…" he whispered to himself.

I pulled away and lifted his face to look at me. "Paul, stop. I am here," I told him then leaned in to kiss him, but he turned his head and dropped his hands to my waist.

"No, I can't. I…" He stopped.

"What, can I do to prove you are awake?" I begged.

He shook his head.

"Forget this," I told him and slammed my lips against his.

It took a second for him to respond, but his hands went from resting on my hips to gripping them and pulling me closer. His lips moving frantically against mine.

He made a noise in the back of his throat that sent shivers down my spine. I moved my lips to his neck as he started gasping for breath. He relaxed his heavy breaths as he rubbed my back.

I sucked a little on his neck.

"Have you ever been tempted to drink my blood?" he asked his voice was low and rough.

"No." I told him looking into his eyes. "I have never been tempted to drink anyone's blood."

"Why not?"

"The human part of me is stronger."

"You have never wanted to try it, just to know?" he asked and I shook my head.

"What if…" he stopped, looking away.

"What if, what?"

"Vampires don't bite each other, like during mating?" He seemed embarrassed.

"What have you been doing while I have been gone?" I laughed. "Sometimes they bite each other in the heat of the moment, but they don't feed off each other."

"What about when they are with a human?"

"I supposed the sick ones have sex with their victims then drain them. Vampires usually can't stop themselves when they start."

"Oh." He said.

"What?" I asked but he wouldn't look at me.

I peeked into his mind and froze.

"Paul?" I asked and he looked at me. I could see it in his eyes, he wanted me to.

"I just thought…" He took a deep breath. "I thought, it could bring us closer."

"I don't know," I told him.

"You don't want me?" he asked.

"Until you started talking I was going to show you how I wanted you, but no I have never desired your blood." I whispered. "You want me to."

"I have been thinking about it. At first I was disgusted with myself, but the more I thought about it, it changed. Then it got to the point where I liked the thought. It is a good thing that the pack can't hear me when I think of you." He finally looked at me, and I could see the want.

"I am not sure of what will happen."

"You don't have to, but you could try." He held my gaze. "Please."

He started to breathe faster, and I could feel the want coming off of him. I kind of wanted it too.

"Hold still." I whispered and he froze.

I leaned into his neck, slowly as his breathing got even faster.

I kissed the spot where I would bite, then slowly opened my mouth. I carefully watched for any hint of hesitation on his part, but there was none. He tensed when I started to press my teeth into his skin but relaxed a second after that. At some point his hands found their way under my shirt and he was caressing the bare skin on my back discovering that I wasn't wearing anything under his shirt.

I tried to keep myself in check as his blood hit my tongue. To another vampire it would be repulsive, since they smell like wet dogs to them. To me it was perfect. I drew some into my mouth and swallowed, then another. Paul was so relaxed I would have thought he had fallen back asleep if it wasn't for the fact that he was still caressing my back. I ran my tongue over the bite to remove any leftover blood as his faster than normal healing took place.

My bite mark was now forever etched into his skin and a large part of me liked that. I went to move, but found that I couldn't. I could feel the blood being absorbed into my muscle and bones, and it hurt. I pressed my face against his chest and grabbed onto his shoulders as the pain intensified. I felt as if my bones were being crushed, and my blood was on fire. Paul wrapped his arms around me as I tried not to let him know how much pain I was in. as soon as it started it stopped.

I was breathing heavy and still had my face pressed against Paul's chest.

"Enber." He whispered and I looked up at him.

He slowly lowered his lips to mine and started to kiss me. Everything felt more intensified. His lips on mine, wherever our skin touched, felt like magnets being pulled together. He pulled back and took his hands out of my shirt slowly rolling us until he was hovering over me. Paul lifted my shirt to my belly button and kissed to the top of my jeans. After he unbuttoned them I lifted my hips so he could take them off of me.

"You said you loved me." He said as he ran his fingertips across the top of my panties.

"Because I do, I love you." He slide his index fingers into the waistband of my underwear.

"I love you too." He said as he lowered my panties.

He sat up on his knees. "You know how long I wanted to see you in just my shirt?" he asked.

I smiled at him and slid my hands into the waistband of his shorts. "I have an idea."

He stood to remove his pants then climbed back on the bed with me.

His hands were almost shaking as he gripped the bottom of my shirt. I raised my arms for him and he slowly raised my shirt. Once it was off he groaned and pressed his lips against mine. His hands were on my stomach as they traveled up until they reached my breasts.

The side open window was completely forgotten as we became closer than we ever had. This was our forever. This was going to be us for the rest of our lives.