Chapter 8: The Superiors

Little light blue orbs floated in circles around me as soon as Eric released me, I felt my feet hit the floor. Looking around I noticed I was in my room. Alone. I stood there for a few seconds unsure of what to do. The silence in the room was deafening, and feeling as though someone were watching me, I raced out and downstairs as quickly as possible. The living room was empty, but I heard talking coming from the kitchen. Storming through there I faced my mom and my dad. "We have to stop Wyatt and Chris!"

"What? Stop them from what?" Mom asked as she walked around the island in the kitchen and came in closer to me. Dad looked me up and down wearing a worried expression, "Mel? Are you okay, Honey?"

I nodded quickly feeling my impatience rise. "Yes. Now where are Wyatt and Chris?"

""Sweetie, their downstairs summoning the vampires, but why? What's wrong-?" My mom had asked the last question but by then I was already heading off towards the basement door.

"Chris! Wyatt! Stop! Don't-!" I was rushing down the stairs only to stop at the foot of the stairs to see Aaron. He was tied up and looked as though he were being beaten. My brother's stood on either sides of him Wyatt had a knife in his hand while Chris stared down at him with his fists clenched.

"Oh, my god." I said softly. Aaron's eyes locked onto mine, and suddenly a different emotion came about in them. "Mel, What the hell-?" Chris began with a slightly glare.

"What d'you want?" Wyatt snapped. Footsteps came tumbling down the stairs as Mom and Dad suddenly stood behind me. Glancing around I took notice to Aunt Phoebe sitting in the far corner, it looked as though she'd gotten into a fight and lost. She was alive, which counted for something.

"What're you doing?" I asked moving in closer towards them, towards Aaron.

"We're interrogating a vampire, what's it look like?" Chris asked aggressively.

"Yeah, only he's not talking. He won't tell us why they attacked me the way they did. Wyatt said this as he shifted his weight from one foot to the other.

Suddenly Chris reacted quickly; I saw his fist strike out and make contact with Aaron's stomach. He hunched over gasping for air when Wyatt struck. Wyatt dragged the silver knife across Aaron's exposed arm. I heard the sizzling and knew it was a silver knife.

"Melinda…" I heard my mom call. She didn't want me here for this, but I locked eyes with Aaron and noticed that his eyes remained on me through the whole thing. I couldn't tell if he wanted me to save him, or if he knew we had to be kept a secret. I just saw desire in his eyes, and to be quite honest I was scared to let him free. I didn't know what he would do if he got free.

"He's not gonna talk Wyatt, we might as well end things now. We can summon a new one." Chris said as he walked away. I heard Wyatt sigh. Pulling back the knife he was about to stike when I snapped reacting.

"Stop!" I shouted as I waved my hand in Wyatt's direction causing the knife to be sent soaring away. I gestured to Aaron quickly setting him loose as I heard my family start to yell.

"Melinda! No!" I heard mom call out as Dad yelled out my name.

"What do you think you're doing?" I heard Chris yell he was by Aunt Phoebe, while Wyatt looked at me wearing a shocked expression. Ignoring all of them I felt my entire focus on Aaron as he slowly stood up. He eyed everyone in the room with a dark expression until suddenly his eyes focused back on me. His expression became even darker as a glint of something showed through his gaze. He wasn't quite himself I saw that. This wasn't the Aaron I was used to dealing with. An edge of fear slipped into me as my eyes took in all of Aaron. The entire room was completely still.

Opening my mouth I took a breath about to say something, but Aaron jumped at me pinning me between him and the far wall behind me. His mouth captured mine in a kiss that shouldn't be done in public, let alone in front of my family. His hands slammed my wrists against the wall pinning them there like the rest of me. Letting out an involuntary groan I arched against him. It was as though his animalistic behavior were slowly slipping into me.

"Hey!" I heard Wyatt yell as he took a step in our direction. Aaron turned around with a snarl as he froze my big brother where he stood with a look. My thoughts were hyper focused on Aaron, and the feelings he was giving me. I was feeling all of this animalistic energy and he was my only suitable outlet for it. I couldn't kill anyone here, nor could I go around beating the crap out of random people so I was left with Aaron. Isn't this what he's feeling? I asked myself. Is this a new power? I thought briefly before Aaron's mouth was back on mine. My hands were fighting against his so I could wrap my arms around him. Suddenly I felt his hips moving against mine, teasingly.

"Aaron!" I shouted trying to move my own, only not having enough room to.

"Stop them! What're you waiting for? Get your sister!" I heard someone yell. Then all silence everywhere. My only focus was Aaron. I groaned as I felt his hands slip to my shirt and shred it open. He didn't want to break the kiss; any moment that passed where we weren't touching was agonizing. I wanted him so badly.

Using telekinesis I pulled his shirt right off of him, ripping down the back and front. My legs wrapped around his waist pulling my hips up against his as I ground against him as hard as I could.

"Melinda." I heard him groan as he mouth moved down to my neck, over my shoulder, and down to my chest. I gasped as my hands fisted his hair arching up against him. Gasping I then felt hands at my jeans yanking them open, and down my legs. I felt Aarons hands trail up my body slowly as he moved to my eye level to kiss me. Suddenly Aaron's hands slid over mine as he moved them down to his own jeans. I caught the obvious meaning but smirked into our kiss as I rolled us over. Now catching on to where he brought us. His house.

"I slid my way down to the waist of his jeans, making sure to trail my open mouth down his torso. Getting to the waistband of his jeans I glanced up at him. Aaron looked as though he were in pain. He growled down at me, in a sexy way.

"Well, that's not going to get you anywhere." I chuckled out as I straddled his jean clad hips. He groaned at the friction I'd caused. "Melinda." He said.

I giggled as I leaned down over him and kissed him roughly. Everything else was disintegrating as the animalistic feelings intensified. I quickly slid his jeans off his body and rocked my hips against his now. Aaron's hands jumped to my hips as he rolled us over. I felt his fingers working against my underwear sending shivers up my spine my hand in his hair was clenching it roughly while my other hand dug my nails into his back.

Aaron could've been an underwear model. His body was solid, and fit. The hand that had been at his back now ran down his chest as my fingers teased him by playing with the waistband on his briefs. He groaned as he moved at lightning speed. He was hovering over me pressing me into his mattress. Using his body to tantalize me. His hands reached to the waistband of my panties, fingertips slowly slipping under the waistband. Arching up against him, "Aaron." I gasped out. "Please." I groaned as my body tensed up.

Closing my eyes I gripped whatever part of him that I could tightly feeling myself just on the edge of something big when he suddenly stopped. My eyes opened slowly to look at him in a pleading manor, "Please." I groaned.

"Shh…" He said to me softly, as he slid his hand out, causing me to groan again in disappointment. Suddenly he pushed himself up off the bed, and moved away. His stance was defensive as though he was preparing himself to fight.

"Aaron? What's going on?" I asked. The animalistic behavior was put on the back burner. He was still feeling it, however he was just more focused on a sudden threat that was somewhere close by.

Upon hearing a growl I jumped only to feel arms go around my waist and breath at my ear. I screamed attempting to throw the person off me. I was unsuccessful, as I was thrown onto the bed and a pale shirtless man pinned me to the mattress. His hair was long and stringy, and it fell into my face.

"Aaron!" I yelled. He had lightning speed as he raced over only to be stopped with a, "Mr. Milford!" A tall tan man came in from the darkness. Aaron stopped instantly. These guys had to be the vampires in charge to have control over Aaron like that. I gulped feeling this guy's grip on me tighten.

I know it's been a long time, but I've had some recent trouble getting anything out with this story. I know it's not long, but please review. Thanks! 3