Forever Yours (#2) (7 page)

“
Rose,” the voice says, I scramble to my knees, my hearts in my
mouth –what does he want? “I can hear you breathing; I know that
you’re in there. Come out, we need to talk.” I bite into the flesh
of my arm –please make him go away. I don’t need to hear him
rejecting me all over again. “I can easily pull open this door, I’m
giving you one last chance, come out!” Dalton’s voice is urgent,
scary and commanding. I pick myself up from the floor and I wipe
away my tears –he doesn’t need to see my crying as well. I push
open the door and Dalton is there, looking down at me with those
intense blue eyes. He reaches out his cold hand, but I ignore his
gesture, and I push past him. I make my over to the sinks and I run
the water. I splash some cold water onto my cheeks and I exhale
when I feel Dalton’s hand on my back.

“
Maybe I should get some garlic!” Dalton laughs at my
remark.

“
Funny, but it wouldn’t work, garlic is just a myth!” I roll my
eyes –of course it is. I shut off the water and I rest my hands
onto the sink –taking the weight from my feet. My eyes close when I
feel Dalton’s hand slipping through my hair –what is he doing to
me? He slides his free hand onto my stomach and he gently squeezes
me. His lips move onto the back of my head as he inhales my scent.
My lips are shaking with desire and I know what he wants. His icy
fingers pull my hair away from my neck and I can see him in the
mirror –another myth I presume. His eyes are red with hunger and
now his cool lips are onto my neck. He gently runs his tongue along
my skin and my eyes jolt from the pleasure. A deep snarling is
forming in his throat and I know that he is about to bite. My heart
is aching for him, but my head leaps into action. I am not going to
be his blood bag; I don’t exist purely for him to feed on. If he
doesn’t want me, then he can’t have my blood. I pull away from him
and he falls against the sink. I rush over to the other side of the
toilet and stand with my back against the wall. Dalton spins and he
looks at me, confused and hurt. I smile –now he knows what it feels
like. He runs his fingers through his hair and I notice that his
eyes are still red from his desire. He lunges over to me, pinning
me against the wall. My back is cold from the icy brick wall and my
heart is pounding out of my chest. Dalton is looking down at me,
cold and confused.

“
What was that?” He snaps. I wriggle under his presence, but he
lifts my arm and holds it firmly against the wall. “I said what was
that?” He snaps again.

“
You think I’m just going to let you feed on me, we’re over,
remember?” Dalton eyes flash red –a deep shade that I have never
seen before, he must be starving. I smile, I like this. I want him
to be in pain, the same pain that I am in. If the only way I can
cause him that grief is by not letting him feed, then that’s
exactly what I am going to do. I am not his puppet; I can’t be his
food source when he clearly knows that I love him. He is just
taking advantage of me and I am not going to let it happen
anymore.

“
I don’t need your permission to feed on you,” he snarls. My
heart pounds –is there still hope? He has said many times that he
wouldn’t hurt me, so let’s test that theory. I maintain my blazing
composure and I don’t flinch as he stares at me with those eyes
–red and burning for the taste of my blood. He scowls at me and he
leans in towards me. My heart is racing and I know that he can hear
my rising anxiety, but somehow I don’t move when his lips touch my
neck. His icy hands are holding me in place; this is it, he’s going
to feed –without my permission. His lips harden around my neck and
my eyes close, fearing the sting. I am shocked when his lips move
away from my neck and my eyes open to see him staring at me. He
rests his forehead against mine and he whispers.

“
What are you doing to me?” I remain still whilst he pins me to
the wall. He looks defeated and he can’t deny what’s right in front
of him –he cares. His lips scorch mine and his hands move into my
hair. He pulls me closer, still kissing me firmly. My head is
rushing with a million emotions all of them lead to one conclusion,
I want him. It’s as if he can read my mind as he pulls me closer,
kissing me like there’s no tomorrow. His hand slides onto my thigh,
pulling up my lavender dress in the process. My hands slide onto
his cold back, sinking my nails in. Our bodies join with an
electrifying jolt and I squeal from the impact. Dalton pulls back
and he gently laughs, then his lips melt back into mine.

I fall against the floor, exhausted and mesmerized. Dalton
lies next to me, panting for air. He looks at me and he pulls me
into his chest, I rest my head and I need to say this.

“
I love you, Dalton!” He sighs and then lunges up from the
floor, pulling his shirt over his head in the process. I fix my
dress and I sit up, looking at him in confusion.

“
Don’t say that! You can’t love a monster!” He screams. I jump
to his side.

“
You’re not a monster, I love you, please let me be with you.”
I plead. Dalton laughs and runs his fingers through his hair. He
pushes me back from him, disgusted at my words.

“
What kind of future do you imagine having with me?”

“
I don’t know, but I know that you’re all that I want. I know
you feel the same, why won’t you just admit it?” Dalton shakes
me.

“
Rose,” he screams. “What’s the point of admitting it? I can
never be with you!” My head is spinning –he doesn’t make sense. He
has just shown me that he cares, he could have fed on me, but
instead he showed me love. I am confused, why is he toying with me?
Does he like to see me in pain?

“
I don’t understand if you want me to see what you’re seeing,
then you need to explain it better to me.”

“
I’m ageless, frozen in time, and you grow older every day.
What’s the point of me telling you that I care; our lives are
different, too different. You’re a human and I am vampire, we being
together can never work. Do you understand what I’m saying?” Of
course why didn’t I think about this before –me being human is
what’s holding him back. I understand what he’s saying, we can
never be together. My heart is racing, my head is spinning from our
passion and the amount of alcohol that I have consumed, but I know
what I want. Dalton is everything to me; he is the air that I
breathe. The reason I get out of bed every morning, the light and
the happiness at the end of my day. I’ll never want anything more
than him, I need him and I know what I have to do. I fill the gap
between us with a few strides and I take his hand in mine. I move
closer so that our bodies are almost touching. I look up into his
eyes and I clear my throat, I take a deep breath and then I let out
those words that I have been longing to say.

“
Turn me!”

Rose and Dalton’s story continues in,

‘Forever Yours –Part Three’

Coming soon on Amazon,

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