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"Can we go somewhere a little more private?" I asked a few minutes later, when I was finally able to summon the willpower to break away from our passionate embrace I'd been happily lost in, the chatter and noise from the boardwalk we stood not to far away from and the approaching waves started to eat away at the beauty of the moment.
Not that I wouldn't have happily continued, my mind was a little feverish with need and my body felt like it had tiny electric currents running through the nerves. Plus the look in his dark eyes coupled with the way his hands clenched tighter around my waist at my words made was enough to make my knees weak. Somewhere more quiet definitely had its appeal.
He nodded, dropping his hands from my waist before linking his hands through mine. My eyebrows creased in confusion as he started walking further down the beach rather than back up towards the boardwalk, he flashed a grin that had me forget all my questions and I followed him down the beach.
When he seemed to decide we had walked far enough he threw a quick glance over his shoulder before quickly stooping down without warning picking me up bridal-style. I let out a small cry of surprise that ended with a laugh, oh of course, flying. My arms went tight around his neck as he left the ground, but this time I didn't worry about paying attention to the view.
He seemed to sense my staring after a few seconds and cast a sideways glance at me and I grinned, leaning up to press a kiss to his check. I felt a chuckle rumble through his chest and the unmistakable changed in speed as he quickened his flight.
When we reached the caves I expected him to put me down right away, instead he made his way down the rocky terrain leading into the main room with me still in his grasp, which I was grateful for because it would have been just my luck to fall and hurt myself.
I tried not to become hyper-aware of the bed not too far away from us, of course some part of me surely wouldn't have minded being there, but with how suddenly things had shifted between us I didn't want to rush. A subtle sigh of relief escaped me as he continued past the bed and headed towards the small couch almost hidden from view, beside a barrel with some smoke drifting from it from the remains of a fire that had gone out.
He gently set me on the couch before wordlessly walking about as if searching for something, it clicked when he picked up odd pieces of driftwood in a corner and a zippo lighter that probably belonged to Paul or David that he planned to start the fire again. I watched as he lit one of the logs after dropping a few others into the barrel, letting the lit one fall in after them. He waited until the fire flickered brightly and I watched the flames cast a golden glow on his skin, his eyes glowing much the same colour they had the night I found out what he really was.
The fact he was a vampire never bothered me less than when he finally turned back to me, a his eyes returning to their usual dark and smoldering selves but with a glimmer of a different kind of fire dancing from behind them this time, the type that had him sit close beside me and stare deeply into my eyes before resuming the lip-lock I had reluctantly broken on the beach to get back here.
I was grateful we were away from the boardwalk, the waves were still present outside as they crashed against the side of the cliffs but they seemed easier to ignore, and the fact we were alone made this time feel a lot more intimate.
An familiar stirring in my stomach that had broken out not long ago on the beach as his lips softly brushed mine over and over rekindled and I sighed in content, my fingers curled into the leather of his jacket.
I had never even considered the possibility of kissing Dwayne, but now that I had it seemed to be all I could think of. I edged closer, wanting to be as close as possible, he seemed to be thinking the same and lifted me with ease to sit on his lap.
After a while the kisses started to intensify, my previous thoughts about taking it slow were barely holding anymore, they had started to disintegrate the second his tongue stroked mine and I felt myself losing control just a little. On an impulsive rush of bravery I took his bottom lip between my teeth, which drew a low sound from the back of his throat probably as close to a growl as he could get.
The sound made my chest tingle and I pulled away for a second to take in a much-needed breath, but he didn't seem to be able to wait that long. His lips dragged down my jaw and the column of my throat, his teeth brushing gently against the skin and I felt a tiny glimmer of fear, but I soon forgot about it when he moved to my collarbone and kisses the dip there tenderly. This time when I felt his teeth it wasn't scary in the least, a small sound of approval in my throat slipped out and I felt my cheeks blush furiously.
After a moment he spent moving back up my throat at an unhurried pace, his eyes met mine in what felt like too long a time and we stared worldlessly at each other with our foreheads touching, our breathing heavy. I let my eyes drift shut as his fingers brushed along the hem of my shirt that left a fraction of the shin above my jeans exposed, my fingers splayed apart on the skin of his chest and it finally clicked that I felt no pulse ripple under them, whereas mine was rushing through my veins so hard I could feel it with every beat of my heart.
"It's weird that you don't have a heartbeat." Of all the things I could say after such a long period of time without many words, I could have picked something a little more romantic, seductive even. But my thoughts slipped out all by themselves and I wrinkled my nose in slight embarrassment, he chuckled and looked down at his chest.
"You get used to it." He said casually, his thumbs brushing against my hip bones and I swallowed, trying to think of something else to say.
"So um, how old are you? In vampire years I mean."
His eyes flickered with amusement, "I don't keep track. And it's rude to ask." He added the last part jokingly, pinching my waist.
I smiled, "It's rude to ask a human their age, they get touchy especially if they're a woman. For some reason. I guess seeing as you're immortal you don't really have to worry about age."
"Right." He confirmed, chewing on his lips. I got a little too distracted by the action and shook my head, trying not to succumb to another round of kissing. Not that I would have minded, but I suddenly became very interested in finding out more about him, I finally felt comfortable enough to ask.
"But you were born in like... This century... Right?"
He laughed, "Yes, I may be old but I'm not that old."
"Thank God." I chuckled, "So where did you grow up? Can you remember what decade."
"New York... The 60's."
"Oh." I said in surprise, trying to picture him in the era and failing, it was hard to see him in anything else only leather and with the ever-present aura of danger, "What was that like?"
"Normal I guess, I grew up in the city. Hung round the streets a lot."
I nodded, playing with the collar of his jacket, "So is that how you met the guys?"
"No." Something in his tone had me look up curiously, his eyes were fixed on the fire that still burned a little in the barrel, although his gaze was unfocused and I guessed he was thinking of something else, "I hadn't seen them around, they hadn't been in town long and they only happened to be passing where I was looking for food. I was out pretty late."
"So what happened?" I asked carefully, sensing the topic was getting a little sensitive.
"I had gotten into a fight, which had become pretty regular for me I had never really got along with the kids on my block. They didn't like that I got bigger and stronger than them, I gave one of them a bad beating the week before over something stupid, and his older brothers didn't like that very much."
I stayed quiet, not wanting to push him if he didn't want to go on, but it seemed like he did, "I probably could have taken them if they had fought fair, but they weren't really after a fair fight."
"What do you mean?" I asked, dread weighing heavily in my stomach as I waited for him to clarify.
"One of them had a knife." He said with a grim smile, a hand flew up to my mouth in shock and I gasped, "I think it was just meant to be a scare tactic, he didn't seem like he wanted to do too much damage it was probably meant to go in my leg or my arm or something. Anyway, with the three of them all coming at me at once and me trying to fight them off it got a bit out of hand, the knife ended up in my chest right between two of my ribs."
"Oh my God." I choked out.
"They ran off as soon as they realised what had happened, and I lay there for I don't know how long. I made a huge mistake by pulling the knife out, it had punctured a lung and I started bleeding heavily and I couldn't breathe."
No words came out this time although I wanted to say something, to tell him he didn't have to continue, for his sake or mine. The image of him lying on a cold street with a gaping wound in his chest was terrifying to picture, I couldn't even imagine how painful it was.
"David came over a few seconds later, he'd heard the commotion and gotten curious. I can't really remember what he said, I wanted help so badly that when he gave me some blood from his wrist and told me it'd make things better I didn't question it. Max said he was amazed I had survived, he was pleased to find out the blood works so quickly on changing a human. I would have probably died a few minutes later had it not been for them."
I let out the breath I didn't realise I had been holding towards the end of the story, and laid my head on his chest right where his still heart would be, "I'm so sorry Dwayne."
"Don't be, I'm not." He said with a slight laugh, "It's nothing I wouldn't go through again to be where I am now."
My stomach fluttered but I tried not to think that he was talking about me, "You mean with the guys?"
"And you." He said, my blush intensified and I was glad he couldn't see it.
We remained silent for the next while, my mind trying to process everything that had happened tonight and how much better I seemed to know Dwayne now.
I let my eyes drift shut again as he trailed his fingers lightly up and down my arm, the action having a soothing effect. His chin rested lightly against my forehead and I felt myself getting tired after a while.
It was only when I felt a flat surface against the back of my body that I opened my eyes again to realise I had fallen asleep, "Sorry." I mumbled, wanting to slap myself for passing out on his lap, when there were a lot of other ways I could have thought to better spend the time.
"Don't worry about it." Dwayne said gently as he sat beside me, untying my laces and slipping my shoes off, grabbing one of the odd blankets and draping it over me. I blinked a few times to clear the blurriness from my eyes, fighting off the urge to sleep again on the comfortable bed to smile at him instead as he sat beside me and stroked my hair.
"I'm glad I'm staying here." I whispered.
"Really?" He asked, I went to say yes but ended up nodding instead when a yawn took priority. A troubling thought of how I was going to tell my mom I wasn't leaving with her started to creep up but I dismissed it.
"Really. I can take anything Max throws at me as long as I get to stay with you guys. If he wants me to be a vampire then I'll be a vampire." I grumbled lazily.
"You can be whatever you want to be, it's not up to anyone else."
"My mom thinks different, I probably won't see her after tomorrow night. She won't want to stay around."
"Does that bother you?" He asked curiously.
"A little, but I hardly know her. And she'd be better off not having to worry about me, at least she'll know I'm happy here. With you." I added the last part with a smile, sensing he was a little concerned.
"As long as you're sure." He said with a small smile in return.
His hand still stroked my hair and I reached up to hold it in mine, as best I could considering how big it was in comparison to my own. I yawned again and he breathed a laugh.
"You're tired. Get some sleep, okay?"
"Okay." I whispered, tightening my hold on his hand when I realised he might think I wanted to be alone, which I definitely did not, "Will you stay with me until I fall asleep?"
"Of course." I slid over in the bed to leave room for him to lie beside me, turning to face him and he slung his free arm over my waist whilst still holding my hand. I stayed conscious just long enough to feel his lips softly press to my forehead before finally giving into the urge again and closing my eyes to settle into a peaceful sleep.