Forever Yours (#3) (4 page)

“Rose,” Dalton says in a quiet voice. I place my cup down onto the table and I
lock my eyes on his –what is he going to say? “What happened to your
parents?” Oh crap he wants me to open up –I never speak about what happened,
not to anyone. I don’t know if I can do this. I lift my cup and I glug my coffee,
maybe the caffeine will give me the courage that I need for this conversation.
Dalton continues to stare at me looking deep into my soul. I nervously push my
hair away from my face and clear my throat.
Be calm Rose.

“We lived in Falmouth, close to where I stay now. My dad worked at AL’s
garage and my mom was a stay-at-home-mom. They were the happiest couple,
they adored one another and one night they decided to go to Boston to see a
play. They left me with a babysitter and I vaguely remember that night. I
remember my mom, kissing me before she left and I can still hear my dad’s
voice shouting that they were running late. They didn’t get very far –Main
Street in fact. They stopped at a red light and a truck crashed through the lights
and straight into my parents’ car. They died instantly at the hands of a drunk
driver. I can remember my Uncle coming to collect me and I remember asking
him where my parents were. My life changed that night. I had lost my family
and I didn’t know why. I couldn’t understand what happened to them and why
they never came to get me. For weeks after that night, I would sit by my
window and just look out, waiting for them to come home. They never did and I
hate that the only memories I have of my parents were of that night. I curse
myself, because I don’t have happy memories of my mom and dad. When I
think about them, it’s that night I that see, over and over again. The pain never
goes away; it’s always there, reminding me that I am alone.” A gentle tear has
fallen from my eye and Dalton reaches out and gently wipes the water away. I
never allow myself to think back on that night, but I wanted to share with
Dalton. He is my everything and I would feel incomplete, if he didn’t know
about my secret pain. I want him to know about my past and how I got to where
I am today. I want to share my inner demons with him, because I see him as my
future.

“Rose, I’m sorry,” Dalton says as he caresses my cheek. Another tear falls from
my eye and I suddenly realise that Dalton hasn’t spoken about his parent’s. He
hasn’t told me what happened to them. I know that they lived a long time ago,
but what if he turned them? What if Dalton’s parents are vampires? I shake my
head –if there not, then they must be dead. Here I am going on about my
parent’s and my pain, when Dalton could have the same pain, buried under his
icy skin.

“Dalton, what happened to your family?” He runs his fingers through his hair as
my words ring in the air. The waitress arrives at our table and she places the
food down onto the surface. I wait until she is out of sight and I push my
pancakes away –suddenly I have lost my appetite. I watch Dalton as he picks up
a French-fry and places it into his mouth. He pushes his eyebrows together at
the taste and then he focuses his attention back to me.

“My parent’s died a very long time ago,” my heart starts to ache and an
overwhelming question is bubbling at my surface –I can’t hold back.
“Why didn’t you turn your parent’s?” Dalton sighs and he pushes his plate of
food away. He clasps the bridge of his nose as he replies.

“I didn’t have the chance. Nicholas killed our parents.” My heart bursts and a
sudden image of Nicholas floats into my head. I can’t believe that he would do
such a thing –imagine killing your own family. My head is pounding, how do I
comfort Dalton? I can’t imagine the pain that he has gone through –how can he
ever forgive Nicholas? I reach out and grip his hand, but he pulls away from me
and I feel a little rejected. I try to compose myself, Dalton needs me.

“I don’t know what to say, that’s … horrendous.”

“It was a very long time ago, but it still hurts knowing what he did.” I don’t
know if there are boundaries for me to obey and I don’t know what questions
are acceptable. I don’t want to be insensitive, but I am getting the feeling that
Dalton doesn’t want to talk about this. Perhaps I should change the subject –it’s
a little heavy for this time in the morning.

“You know what; let’s not talk about the past. It will only hurt us more to look
back on the things that we have lost. Instead, we can look to the future and to
today’s awesome game!” Dalton smirks and he pulls his plate of food towards
him. He lifts the massive burger and he takes a huge bite, he smiles at the taste.

“Rare, I can taste the blood!”
Four

A few days have passed since the Red Sox game and I am a little flustered. I
have only seen Dalton once, since that day. He hasn’t called or climbed in
through my window and I am starting to worry about him. He hasn’t done this
sort of thing before and I can’t help but fear, that I have done something to
upset him. Maybe I have pushed my luck and that my time with him, has come
to an end. So many conclusions are floating in my head-space, that I can’t think
straight. I can’t focus on work, my friends are being ignored and my uncle’s
family never sees me. I don’t come out of my room, not even at meal times. My
life is just pathetic without Dalton and now I know for sure, that I want to be a
vampire. I can’t continue with my boring life, knowing that there could be so
much more. I will stop at nothing to get what I want, I know I’m selfish, but I
need this. I need to have more in my life, I can’t live off my uncle forever and
the job at Subway is a dead end going nowhere. My life is just a boring, never
ending circle and I can’t live this way, anymore. My heart can’t handle the pain
of not seeing Dalton and every minute that passes by, I feel like he isn’t going
to come back. I can’t think about what will happen if he doesn’t –my heart
couldn’t deal with pain. I need to find him and convince him that we need to be
together.

I wait until it’s dark and everyone has gone to bed. I push open my door and tiptoe out into the narrow hallway. I glide along the landing and down the stairs.
My heart stops, when I see Rachel standing in the doorjamb of the kitchen. She
is staring at me with suspicion in her eyes.

“Where are you going?” She says as she folds her arms across her chest. I push
my loose hair away from my face and I focus my eyes on hers. She begins to tap
her foot against the wooden floor, as she impatiently waits for my explanation. I
clear my throat and I flash a smile in her direction.

“I’m just stepping out for a while, I won’t be long.” I say in a calm voice. I
don’t want Rachel to suspect that I am up to no good. She would tell George
and his wrath and disappointment aren’t worth thinking about. He would go
crazy if he knew what I had planned for tonight, so would Dalton for that
matter. I shake those thoughts from my head.
Focus Rose
.

“And where exactly are you stepping out to? Dalton’s I presume?” I blush –she
can see right through me, but hopefully she will understand and cover for me.
“I haven’t seen him a few days and I need to make sure that he is okay. Please
can you cover for me?” Rachel rolls her eyes and she dismisses me with a wave
of her hand.

“You owe me, big time!” I shoot her a smile and I rush to the front door. I thrust
the door open and I rush out into the cold, dark night. I jump into my truck and I
smile when it starts first time –AL finally fixed the problem. I push my foot
down onto the gas pedal and my old, heavy truck, slowly pulls away. I navigate
through the streets of Portland, slowing down at all the places I think he could
be. I frown when I don’t see him, so I carry on driving through the deserted
streets, until I come to a set of traffic lights. A shiver spirals down my spine –
this is where my parents died. I rev the engine, urging the light to change, but
my foot calms itself, when I see Dalton’s Porsche parked across the street. I
immediately turn my car in his direction and I push hard –once the light turns
green. I pull alongside his car and I roll down my window. Dalton is sitting in
his car, staring out into the street. He looks pale and his eyes are heavy –God I
hope he’s not starving. He notices me and he perks up a little and rolls down his
window.

“Rose, what are you doing?” He says in a dark voice.

“I could ask you the same thing. Why haven’t I seen you?” He rolls his eyes at
me and he pushes open the door of his car. He steps out into the street and his
car flashes, as he pushes the lock button on the key. He jumps into my truck and
he clasps my face in both of his hands. He pulls me close, violently and rough,
but when his lips touch mine, their soft and gentle. I melt into his kiss –God I
have missed him. Dalton pulls back, gasping for air and clasping my face. He
rests his forehead against mine and he whispers.

“God, I’ve missed you.” I wrap my arms around his neck and I pull him close,
inhaling his scent –a mixture of cologne and alcohol. I grip him tight –I can’t let
go of him. I feel as if we have spent years apart, like an old couple who meet
years after their first meeting. He is everything that I want –he needs to turn me.
“Rose, do you wanna go to the beach?” My heart races –it’s midnight and he
wants to go swimming? I frown at him, is he crazy? I know swimming in the
ocean at night is nothing to him, but it’s a really big deal and very dangerous for
a human like me. My head is urging me to say no, but my heart is pulling the
strings –forcing me to say yes. I start the engine of my truck and I shift it into
gear. I slowly pull away from the sidewalk and Dalton stares at me as I drive.
“You’re very sexy, you know that?” I blush –how can I be sexy in my zip up
hoodie, faded jeans and thick rimmed glasses? My hair is a mess and he always
looks perfect –what does he see in me? I drive to the beach with Dalton staring
at me the whole time. I have parked my truck in the deserted parking lot and
now I am trying to fix my appearance. Dalton has excused himself –he had to
make a call. I franticly pull my hair into a loose bun and I push my glasses
further up the bridge of my nose. I sigh as I look at myself in the mirror –I’ll
just have to do. Dalton finishes his call and he waves for me to come out of the
car. I push the door open and Dalton is there to wrap his arm around my
shoulder. He leads me along the dark parking lot and onto a path that leads
down to the beach. We walk along the stone path, and little grains of sand, have
sneaked their way into my sneakers. I fidget and Dalton laughs as we continue
to walk further onto the beach. Dalton sits me down onto the sand and he sits
next to me, with his long legs stretched out fully. I curl my legs into my chest
and I inhale the cool salty breeze. The night is mild and the oversized moon is
shining like a beacon. The waves are crashing against the rocks and hearing
Dalton breathe is like music to my ears. I stare out at the sea and I sigh –this is
perfect. Dalton is silent, but we don’t need words. Sitting here together and
appreciating the stunning view is beyond amazing and talking would only
distract us. I reach out my hand for Dalton to take it, but he doesn’t. Instead, he
wraps his strong arm around me and he pulls me down onto the sand. I huddle
into his chest, and he strokes my hair as we listen to the waves. My heart is
pounding –I love him so much. A gentle tear falls from my eye –I won’t live
without him, he needs to turn me.

“What are you thinking about?” Dalton says in a kind voice. I wipe my tears
away and meet his stare. His eyes look deep into my soul and he knows what I
want. My lips part and the words that escape are shocking.

“Feed on me and find out!” Dalton smiles and he places a kiss onto my
forehead. He slides his hand onto my neck and his eyes flash red. His lips come
close to my skin, but he pauses, inhaling my scent. His cool fingers collide with
my skin and he sighs as his daggers sink into my neck. The sting is crippling,
but the pleasure erupts and erases the pain. My fingers clasp onto his hair and
then my mind starts to pulsate. I think of how much I love him, how much I
need him and how much him want him to turn me. I show him images of our
life together, how happy we could be, running free for all of eternity together. I
also think about how miserable my life would be without him. Spending my
days at Subway and fighting off Ryan’s affections. I let him know that my life is
pointless without him, and that I wouldn’t want to live if he wasn’t there. I show
him that being a vampire is what I want and that I will always love him. Dalton
pulls his teeth out of my skin and he wipes the excess blood away from his lips.
He strokes my neck with his index finger and he crashes down beside me. His
head is facing me; his eyes are locked on mine. His expression is serious, but
not in a scary way, his lips are rosy and his breathing is shallow. He stares at me
thinking about my thoughts.

“You really want this, don’t you?” My heart pounds at his words.
“More than anything,” I gush. Dalton smirks and he takes my hand.

“When I feed on you, it gives you so much pleasure. You desire my feed, just as
much as I desire to do it.”

“It’s you that I desire. I love you.” Dalton smirks at my confession and he pulls
me close. He slides his arm around my shoulders and I rest my head onto his
chest. He sighs as he gently strokes my hair –even though he doesn’t say it, I
know that he loves me too.

Five

A week or so has passed since that night at the beach, and all of those nights I
have spent with Dalton. The beach is now our safe-zone, and we go there almost
every night. We bask in the salty breeze, whilst Dalton indulges on my blood –
reading my mind and violating my thoughts. Our nights have been perfect, but
there is still one thing standing in our way, Dalton refuses to turn me. He won’t
accept what I want, and he has said that he will never turn me. I don’t
understand him, why doesn’t he want me to be like him? When he feeds on me,
I think of every possible way of telling him that I love him. I show him images
of how he makes me feel. I let him into my inner thoughts and I show him how
much I care, but he still refuses me. I have done everything in my power to
convince him to change me, but nothing has worked. I am now at the point
where I am so low, that I can hardly function. My desire to be with him and to
be a vampire dominates me. I can’t sleep, eat or work, I am obsessed with being
with him and I need to think of a plan-B.