Forever Yours (#2) (6 page)

It’s as if god has heard my prayers –Dalton is walking across
the parking lot, with his dark blue jeans and black leather jacket
fitted onto his perfect body. My eyes can’t adjust and I can’t
control my desire for him. I run as fast as my feet will carry me,
towards him. He sees me and for a brief second, a smile comes to
his face. I rush up to him, wrapping my drunken arms around his
neck. I squeeze him and he inhales my scent.

“
You smell like beer,” he says as he pushes me away from him –I
am stunned. He looks mad at me and now my anger is building. I let
out a squeal and Dalton edges closer to me, locking his red eyes on
mine. I jump back from him, but I am not scared, I am just mad at
him.

“
What’re you doing here?” I snap. My face is hot and my lips
are shaking –I want to kiss him, but I am mad at him, remember
Rose?

“
I’m here because you can’t be trusted to be alone.”

“
What is that supposed to mean?” Dalton runs his fingers
through his hair and he lunges forward and grabs my arm. I struggle
and I try to pull my arm free, but his grip is too powerful and I
can’t move him. He looks angrier than I have ever seen him before
and I don’t know why. Surly he isn’t mad at me, I haven’t done
anything to offend him or have I? My mind is foggy and I can’t even
remember why I was so mad at him in the first place. I try to bring
my mind back to when we were in the diner, but my mind doesn’t want
to let me remember. I close my eyes, hoping that it will trigger
some memory, but it doesn’t, my mind is just a haze. Dalton is
staring at me, with his white lips and red eyes. Is he mad because
he is hungry?

“
You know that Nicholas is dangerous and that he was furious
with us, so why have you insisted on coming here tonight?” Now I
know why he is mad.

“
It’s … my friends … birthday,” I say, my words are slurred and
I can hardly keep my balance. I fall against Dalton’s chest and a
deep moaning sound is forming in his throat. He wraps his arm
around me and he drags me into the bar. My eyes focus on the dance
floor and at the flashing lights, Charlene and Elliot are dirty
dancing and Ryan is talking to some girl –thank god he’s found a
new toy. Dalton sits me down at a small table at the back of the
room. The disco lights are still flashing and my head flops down
onto the surface of the table as I can no longer stare at their
dizzying speed. Dalton pulls my hair away from my face and he leans
down and looks into my eyes.

“
I’m going to get you a drink, stay here.” I let out a groan
and he gently laughs. I turn my head so that I can watch him walk
away into the busy crowd. He reaches the bar and he pushes past all
of the other customers. I frown at his forwardness and then I
gently smile as I see him walking back over to me. He has a tall
glass of water in one hand and scotch in the other. He arrogantly
pulls the chair from its place and he falls down onto it. He
reaches over and lifts up my head, he hands me the water and I
instantly glug it down. Dalton pours the scotch down his throat and
then he rests his arms onto the table. He looks mad at me, but why?
I haven’t done anything to him; if anyone should be mad then it
should be me. I have made no secret of how I feel about him, but he
has been a blank canvas. Refusing to open to up and let me into his
head. I don’t understand why he feels that he can’t love, when I
look into his eyes, I see that he cares. If only he could admit it
to himself.

“
So what are you doing here, huh?”

“
We’ve discussed this,” Dalton says in an annoyed tone. I
finish the rest of my water and then I slam the glass down onto the
table. I push back my chair and it screeches against the wooden
floor. I stand –stumbling at little to find my balance. Dalton
stares at me with those blue eyes and he looks mad at me, when I
stomp away from the table and him. I push my way through the sea of
drunken people and I smile when I see Ryan, standing alone in the
middle of the dance floor. I march over to him and I begin to shake
my hips as I reach out and place his hands onto my waist. Ryan
can’t hold back his happiness at my actions and he takes full
advantage. The music plays loud –some black eyed pea’s song, and
Ryan is moving me in a sexy manner to the beat. He slides his hands
all over my body, caressing every part of me. My head is spinning,
but I continue my out of character behaviour. The song finishes and
a slow one starts, Ryan pulls me closer, sliding his hands onto my
backside. I feel uncomfortable –we never had this type of passion
before. He tugs my dress, pulling me into his muscular body, my
face flushes and then my heart stops when he leans in and kisses
me. His lips are warm and so different to Dalton’s, he kisses me
harder and my stomach begins to flip. I don’t like his kiss, I wish
that he was Dalton, but I force myself to maintain my affection. If
only I could love Ryan then my life would be so much easier, deep
down I am hoping that by letting him kiss me, it will change my
mind. Ryan pulls back from me, gasping for air as he does. I feel
guilty, like I have done something wrong. My head begins to spin as
the music slides into another beating song. Ryan holds my hands and
he shakes me with the music. He looks ecstatic and I feel horrible
–I have just used my friend. I wanted a distraction from Dalton,
someone to make me forget about him, but I wasn’t successful. His
blue eyes and stunning good looks are dominating my thoughts and I
feel awful that I have given Ryan false hope. Ryan’s hands are
griped onto me as he spins me around. My hair falls over my face
and when he spins me, I catch a glimpse of Dalton. He is still at
the table, but now he looks furious with me. He sees that I am with
Ryan and he lunges from the seat, flying his way through the crowd,
but everyone is too drunk to notice his speed. I wrap my arms
around Ryan’s neck as I need the support, Dalton reaches us and he
arrogantly pulls Ryan away from me.

“
What’s your problem, man?” Ryan says as he stumbles backwards,
into a large gentleman. Dalton grabs me by my arm and I gently
squeal from the pressure. His eyes are flashing red, but he manages
to compose his desire as Ryan barges up to him. Dalton hisses and
he shoots Ryan a scolding look.

“
Having fun?” Dalton says in firm tone. I try to pull my arm
from his grip, but his hold is too strong. I stomp my foot against
the floor in anger and Dalton gently smiles at my poor attempt to
annoy him.

“
As a matter of fact I was, until you ruined everything!” Ryan
says, shouting over the loud music. Dalton pulls me closer and then
he wraps his arm around my waist –what is he doing? I thought that
he didn’t care, so why he is so jealous of Ryan? I struggle and I
try to break free from him, but he holds me firmly at his
side.

“
I bet you were, tell me man, do you make a habit of taking
advantage of drunk girls?” Ryan lunges forward at Dalton’s words
and Dalton laughs in his face. “Stay away from her, you got that?”
Ryan looks devastated and I am beyond annoyed. Who does Dalton
think he is? He has made it clear that I am not his girlfriend, so
what makes him think that he has the right to tell me what to do? I
wriggle again and this time I manage to loosen myself from Dalton’s
grasp. I take a few steps back from Ryan and Dalton –as they stand
face to face. I shake my head –look what I have done. Ryan is my
friend –ex-boyfriend who clearly still has feelings for me and yet
I used him to make Dalton jealous. I let him kiss me and dirty
dance with me, right under Dalton’s nose. Now he is mad, furious in
fact and I don’t know what he is capable of. I see Dalton as the
love of my life, the one person that I can’t live without, but
somewhere between my love and his beauty, I have forgotten that he
is a vampire. I have the wounds to prove it and now I have put
Ryan’s life in danger, all because I was selfish and wanted Dalton
to admit that he loves me. I feel horrible, but I know that I
deserve to feel this way. My mind and my heart has been taken over
by Dalton, I am obsessed with him, I love him and I don’t want to
lose him. I can’t accept that he doesn’t care about me, it’s too
hard and I can’t stay here and watch as Ryan gets hurt. I take
another few steps back from the guys and then I push my hair over
both sides of my neck. I look up from the floor and I lock my eyes
on Ryan’s and I whisper.

“
I’m sorry,” Ryan looks confused, but he nods at my words. I
spin around and push my way through the sea of people. I reach the
bar and Charlene rushes over to me. I rest my arms on the bar,
scanning the crowd to see if Dalton has followed me. Charlene
reaches me, and she senses that I am upset. She places her hand
onto my shoulder and then she asks me what’s wrong.

“
Babe, what’s wrong?” Tears are now flowing from my eyes and I
feel stupid. “Sweetie, what is it?” Charlene urges.

“
Everything, Ryan, Dalton, it’s just a mess.”

“
Dalton, is he here?” I nod.

“
Yeah,” Charlene automatically scans the room, looking for
Dalton. She turns to me when she doesn’t spot him.

“
Where is he?” She asks. I shrug my shoulders –where is he? I
am mad at him, but I still want him to follow me and to try and
encourage me to forgive him. Maybe I am being too selfish
–again.

“
He was over there,” I say as I point to the back of the room.
Charlene ducks her head around the drunken men, who occupy the bar
and she can’t hold back her smile when she sees him.

“
I’m guessing that Dalton is the really hot guy who is heading
our way?” I jump in my seat. I spin my head and there he is,
gliding over to me in all of his vampire perfection. “He’s like a
younger, hotter Ryan Gosling, oh my, he’s gorgeous,” Charlene
gushes. I roll my eyes at her and my heart pounds when he reaches
us. He stands in front me; holding is hand out for me to take it. I
ignore his offer and I turn my head away from him. Charlene shakes
her head at me, flashing me a cold look.

“
Rose,” Dalton says as he leans in and whispers in my ear.
Every sense I have is tingling and screaming for me to spin around
and lock my lips onto his. But I ignore my nagging senses –I am not
going to cave in, keep telling yourself that Rose. “Rose, please
look at me,” Charlene is scolding me with a dirty look and she
can’t hold her tongue any longer.

“
For heaven’s sake Rose, just talk to the guy!” I hear Dalton
laugh and then Charlene giggles. I exhale and then I give in. I
turn around to meet Dalton’s stare and I lose my breath. He is so
breath-taking that it paralyzes me, I need help. I reluctantly
place my hand in his and he pulls me from the bar stool. Charlene
smiles at me, with lust for Dalton in her eyes. He leads me across
the dance floor and towards the exit. My heart is pounding when we
step out into the cold night. Dalton walks me to a wooden bench
that sits between two small trees. He sits me down and he takes the
seat next to me. He deeply exhales and then my heart jumps when he
begins to talk.

“
I’m sorry for … everything, okay?” I tap my fingers against my
leg –I need to hear more than sorry from him.

“
That’s not enough,”

“
Then what do you want from me!” Dalton shouts, his eyes are
flashing –he’s hungry.

“
I want you!” I scream. Dalton holds his head in his hands; he
looks vulnerable, defeated and lost for words.

“
That’s the one thing that I can’t give you,” tears fall from
my eyes –this can’t be it? I need him, I want him, and he needs to
tell me that he wants me too. My life would be over if I didn’t
have him, I can’t lose him.

“
Why? I don’t buy your excuse that you have no feelings because
you are a … vampire. Just tell me the real reason, am I not good
enough for you? Do you find me repulsive and not your type? C’mon
what is it, am I not pretty enough for you?” Dalton hisses under
his breathe –he’s mad at me.

“
You really think that you repulse me? It’s the opposite of
that, I think that you’re the most beautiful, smart and loving girl
that I have ever met. You make everything worthwhile. I can stand
the constant desire for your blood, because being around you is
worth fighting my nature for. All my life I have tried to fight my
feelings. So many times I wanted to be numb and not care, but you
came into my life and you ruined all of that.” I smile –finally
he’s telling me what I want to hear.

“
Then don’t fight your feelings, be with me,” I move closer to
him, reaching out and grabbing his hand as I do. He snarls at me
and he pulls his hand away, my heart sinks at his
actions.

“
You still don’t get it. I can’t be with you; I’m not the
person that you think I am. Whatever we had is over!” I fall
against the bench –it’s over? How can it be over? I love him,
doesn’t he see that? Dalton looks sad, angry and desperate, I can’t
sit here, I need to get away. I leap from the bench and I run as
fast as I can back into the bar. I rush through the crowd and into
the nearest bathroom. I lock myself into one of the cubicles and my
head drops into my lap. I can’t breathe and my tears are streaming
from my eyes. Dalton means everything to me and now he’s telling me
that it’s over. We weren’t together in the first place, so how I
can lose something, I never had? I hear the door of the toilet
burst open and heavy footsteps fill the air. I peek out from behind
my frizzy, tear soaked hair and I wonder who’s there. The footsteps
grow louder and then there is a gentle nock on the door. I don’t
answer –fearing that it’s Ryan. I really don’t feel like facing him
right now and I am so upset that I am scared that I would only hurt
him more. There is another knock, but this time there’s a voice
along with it.