Forever Yours (#3) (5 page)

“Crap you scared the life outta me!” I exclaim as Dalton jumps in through my
open window. He glides over to me and he places his hand onto my shoulder,
calming me.

“Sorry,” he says in a sweet and sexy voice. I roll my eyes and push my way past
him. It’s late and I was just getting ready for bed, but now that Dalton is here,
he will, no doubt have a few things for us to do. I race over to my closet and I
pull out my oversized grey t-shirt, I yank it over my head and I slip off my
jeans. My teeth are brushed and with no sleep for the last three nights, I am
exhausted. I slowly make my way over to my bed and flop down onto its
surface. My head crashes against the pillow and Dalton comes into my eye line.
He is wearing a plain black sweater and dark blue khaki pants. His hair is
unusually messy, and his hand is icy when he places it onto my forehead. He
kneels down to my level, and he cocks his head to one side. “You’re tired, I will
leave you to sleep.” Dalton says as he smiles at me. My eyes flutter and he
slowly begins to walk over to the window, but I lunge from the bed and I grab
onto his sweater, pulling him back over to the bed. He laughs and he pushes me
back down onto the bed. I lie flat on my back and I make room for him. He falls
onto the bed and he stretches out his arm, inviting me to cuddle. I jolt my body
against his and he laughs at me again –he is so annoying. I gently slap his chest,
hitting him for being so smug.

“What’s so funny?” I demand. Dalton straightens his face and he pushes his
eyebrows together.

“Nothing, now go to sleep.” I roll my eyes at him –does he ever stop bossing me
about? My eyes close, but they pop open again –like I am going to be able to
sleep with Dalton next me. I focus my eyes on his and he smiles –a little too
smugly. “I thought you were tired?” He says as he raises an eyebrow in my
direction. I run my fingers across his chest –will I ask him again? I clear my
throat, picking up the courage to let my words flow.

“Please turn me,” I plead. Dalton bites his lower lip as he shakes his head.
“I thought we moved passed this.” He says in an annoyed, get over it tone.

“Dalton please, just say that you will think about it?” He presses his lips
together –he isn’t happy with my constant nagging, but I strongly believe that
the more I nag, the more chance I have of getting what I want. I desperately
love Dalton and I want nothing more than to be with him.

“I want you to think about what you would be giving up!” Here he goes again
trying to persuade me otherwise. Why can’t he just accept that he is all that I
will ever want, and giving up being a human, is nothing if I get to be with him?
I want him, forever and I know that he feels the same way, but he is scared to
admit it. He won’t open himself up to me; he won’t give in to his feelings.

“And what do I have that’s so special, a boring, dead-beat life with no future?”

Dalton runs his finger along my forehead and he locks his eyes on mine.
“My sweet Rose, you don’t understand that being a vampire is forever. You
would be frozen in time, never moving forward. Don’t you want to have a
family, get married and grow up?”

“Are you serious, right now? I don’t want any of those things, without you.” He
sighs –I am fighting a losing battle.

“That’s my point; you can’t have those things with me. I can’t offer you a
normal life. There would be no children, no marriage, and no real place to call
home. You say that you want me now, but after a few decades, you would start
to resent me. I couldn’t deal with you hating me, that’s why I can’t turn you.” I
can’t believe he feels this way, I could never hate him. I love him, he is my
everything, my whole world and without him, I would die. I squeeze him tight; I
don’t want to let him go. He needs to understand how I am feeling.

“This isn’t fair, you came into my life and you changed my world. How do you
expect me to live without you? You have read my thoughts, you know how I
feel. Please just turn me, you’ll feel different once I’m like you.” A tear falls
from eye as Dalton shakes his head –he isn’t buying what I am saying. I am
frustrated, defeated and totally exhausted. I can’t keep having the same
conversation, over and over again. I feel helpless and that I have done
everything in my power to convince him, but he cannot be convinced. He won’t
open up his mind to the possibilities and he is refusing to believe that I love
him. His denial makes me wonder what has happened to make him like this. Did
he give himself to someone and have it not work out? So many possibilities are
rushing in my mind and none of them I am sure about. Except for one, I love
Dalton Clark and I will stop at nothing to be with him.

I wake the next morning and I smile when I see that Dalton is still here. It’s
early and he is still asleep. So I reach over and grab my latest book from my
side table. I sit upright in my bed and rest my head against the iron head board. I
flick open my book and suddenly, I am lost in the world of Jo March. I read the
pages and as the story unfolds, I find myself in floods of tears. It’s at the part
were Beth gets sick and even though I have read Little Women a hundred times
before, I still tear up when Beth dies. I try to compose myself, I don’t want
Dalton to wake up and see me as a blubbering mess. I continue to read while
keeping a watchful eye on Dalton. He is so peaceful when he sleeps and for a
split second, I almost forget that he is a vampire. He looks normal as his chest
breathes in and out. His eye lids flicker like a normal guy and his legs and arms
fidget. I love to see him like this; it makes me feel as if we are equals. Just any
other normal couple and for those few moments were I watch him, I feel like we
are together. When I wake and he is next to me, I feel warm, happy and ecstatic.
I adore the rush I get when I hear him breathing next to me, and I never want
that feeling to go away. I sigh and throw my book down onto the bed –I need to
think. I need to find a way to convince him to turn me –or maybe I should just
go in search of another vampire. My eyes bolt and my heart races –I have got it.
I smile to myself and I push the covers away from my body, I leap out of the
bed and I throw on the first clothes that I can see. I pull the hair tie out of my
hair and let it hang loose around my neck. I slip on my shoes and I march
towards the door, I pause, I need to take one last look at him. I turn around and
there he is, still sleeping peacefully on my bed. My heart starts to pound –he is
going to hate me for what I am about to do. I clear my head and I think, I need
to throw him off –think Rose. I quietly rush back over to my dresser, and I lift a
pad and pen. I jot down a note and I place it onto my pillow. I take another look
at Dalton as he sleeps and I smile –I am doing this for us. I gently pat the piece
of paper, and I read over my words, just in case I want to tweak them.

Dalton, I’m sorry that I have rushed away without saying goodbye, but I have
been called in early to work, I will see you tonight, love always Rose.

I walk back over to the door and I push it open –making sure that I am extra
quiet. I don’t want Dalton to wake up and put a dent in my plan. I rush down the
stairs and I see that my uncle is also on his way out. He stops me as I reach for
the door handle.

“And where are you going, Bugs?” I blush –crap what I am going to say? My
mind goes into overdrive and then settles. I’ll stick with my original story.

“Work, Ryan called he needs me to fill in for him,” I say feeling guilty for my
constant lies. My heart suddenly races –I haven’t stopped to think about my
family. I have been so focused on trying to convince Dalton to turn me, that I
haven’t thought of how my choice is going to affect my family. I can’t believe
how selfish I have been, and I can’t even begin to think how I can keep being a
vampire a secret from them. For starters, I won’t be able to enter the house
without an invitation. My appearance will change and I will lust for blood. I’m
guessing it won’t be a good idea for me to live in a house full of humans. I try
to shake off my crippling fears and I convince myself, that I will just cross that
bridge when I come to it. I focus back on my uncle –hoping that he hasn’t seen
right through my lies.

“You’re a good worker, Bugs,” I smile and I push open the front door. I run out
into the cold, and I jump into my truck. I laugh when it starts first time, and I
waste no time in shoving it into gear. I drive through the quiet streets of
Portland and I head out of town and towards my destination. The roads are quiet
and it takes me less than fifteen minutes to reach Dalton’s house. I pull up to the
gates and I see that the security guard is there –crap. I roll down my window
and I smile at the African-American gentleman.

“How may I help you, ma’am?” He says in a southern accent. My heart starts to
race –what if he won’t let me in?

“Hi, I don’t know if you remember me, but I was here the other day, with
Dalton.” I say in a sweet, butter wouldn’t melt voice. The guy presses his lips
together as he takes in my face –please God let him remember me.

“I believe I do remember you, is Mr Clark expecting you?” My face lights up –
this one is in the bag.

“Yeah, he told me to meet him here. He has some big surprise.” I gush. The
gentleman smiles at me and he flicks the switch that opens the gates. I shoot
him a loving glance and I push my foot down onto the gas pedal. I drive up the
driveway and I see that the Audi R8 from last time is parked in front of the
house. I switch off the engine and I take in my surroundings –how did I get
here? Vivid memories of the last time I were here are coming flooding back to
me. I remember Nicholas and his burning eyes. The way he talked and called
me a snack. Shivers are running down my spine as that thought takes over my
body. I can’t believe that I am here and what I am about to do –Dalton will
never forgive me. I climb out of my truck and I walk towards the house. I reach
the front door and I knock. At first there is no answer, but then I hear shuffling
and to my relief, Nicholas thrusts open the door. I am startled when I see him.
He is only wearing PJ pants and his toned, muscular body is fully on show. He
has sleepy eyes and his sandy blonde hair is in a bed-head state. He smiles when
he sees me and his lips turn white –oh crap he’s hungry. My heart starts to race
as Nicholas talks.
“Hey there little lady, to what do I owe this pleasure?” His accent is strong and
his presence is intimidating as he stares down at me. I clear my throat and I try
to hold my own.

“I need to talk to you. Can I come in?” Nicholas rolls his eyes, but he looks
intrigued. He lifts his arm away from the doorjamb and he signals for me to
come in. I enter the house and I shiver –its freezing in here. Nicholas leads me
into the impressive lounge area, and he insists that I take a seat. I sit and I can
feel my nerves slowly taking over me. Nicholas is staring at me and he quickly
begins to question me on why I am here.

“You’re very nervous, is there something that I should know?” I try to compose
myself –keep it together Rose. I fold my arms across my chest to stop them
from fidgeting, and I lock my eyes on Nicholas, as he stands in front of me.

“I’m sorry if I seem rude, but I really need to talk to you.” Nicholas smirks and
he walks away from me. He ends up at the liquor cabinet, and I check my watch
–seven thirty is a little early to be consuming alcohol. He glugs down a scotch
and then he pours another. He senses that I am shocked by his actions, so he
tries to explain as he glides back over to the sofa.

“Alcohol, it keeps the blood cravings at bay, so what do you have to talk to me
about? Has my brother done something to upset you?”

“No, he hasn’t … I’m a little nervous,” Nicholas smirks at me and he flops
down onto the other sofa. He sips his drink as he stares at me. His eyes don’t
move from my mine and my heart pounds –he terrifies me.

“I kinda got that. Calm yourself and talk to me, I won’t bite!” He laughs at his
own joke –how smug. My thoughts are clear and I lock my eyes on his. He
stares at me, waiting for my big reveal. My lips part and those words escape.

“I want you to turn me!” Nicholas looks confused, annoyed and intrigued all at
the same time. He finishes his drink and throws the glass down onto the side
table next to him. He runs his fingers through his hair as my question is up in
the air. He doesn’t say a word, for what seems like forever, and my heart can’t
take the anticipation. I want him to say that he will do as I ask. But Nicholas is
very different to Dalton, and I know that he will want something in return. He
isn’t just going to grant me my happiness, without him gaining something. And
there is always my aching thought that he will say no, just to spite Dalton. After
all he did kill their parent’s. So, he can’t have much regard for his brother or
human life –if that’s true then he should have no problem with ending my life.

“I’m confused, why do you want to be a vampire?” Crap he’s going to think that
my reason is stupid and he is going to decline me. But I have to be honest with
him; he won’t respect me if I don’t.

“You’re going to hate my reason, but I want to be honest with you. I want to
turn because I love Dalton.” Nicholas holds back his laughter at my words.
“I see, and I guess that my brother has refused to turn you himself?” I blush –he
is so arrogant and intimidating.

 

“Of course he has, I wouldn’t be here, begging you if he hadn’t.” Nicholas nods

 

–he appreciates my honesty.

“I don’t know what to say. You’re an intelligent girl, why would you want to
throw your life away, for someone like Dalton?” I sigh –is this going to be
harder than I thought. Is he just as annoying as Dalton? I was under the
impression that he was ravenous and didn’t give humans a moment’s thought.
So why isn’t he jumping at the chance to turn me? Is there a softer side to
Nicholas that is going to refuse me? Or is he toying with me? Making me beg
for what I want?