Forever Yours (4 page)

“I’m well aware that I asked you out, but you have to know
something about me, I don’t do dates. So forgive me, if I need a
little help.” I frown at him, as I don’t buy what he is saying. How
can a guy like him not know how to date? He obviously uses this as
his pick up line and I am not impressed.

“You really expect me to believe that you don’t date?” He
laughs at me again and my temper is now at boiling
point.

“I don’t really care what you believe, but believe this, when
I saw you lying face down in the puddle, your appearance and your
ass, lured me in. I felt that you were the most mysterious,
beautiful girl that I have ever seen. I needed to get to know you
and I broke my rule of not dating, so that I could spend time with
you.” I roll my eyes and my face flushes hot –this guy is now even
weirder than before and I have no idea of how to
respond.

“I bet that you say that to all the girls?” He rolls his eyes
at me and then he reaches over and grabs my hand in his. I flinch
from his icy touch and I need to quiz him on why is hands are
always so cold. “Your hands are freezing,” he clears his throat and
then he rips his hand away from mine. I feel that I have offended
him, so I try to make peace.

“We could go and see a movie, if you like?” He smiles at me
and then he starts the engine of the car. “They’re showing re-runs
of the shining at the Cineplex,” Dalton looks at me with wide
eyes.

“You actually like that movie?” I frown at him.

“Why wouldn’t I?” I snap. Dalton holds his hands up in the
air, as his lips begin to tremble.

“It’s not a very good chick flick, you know?” I scowl at him
as he slams his foot down onto the gas pedal. The car lunges
forward and I grip onto the arm rest for peace of mind.

“I’m not into chick flicks,” Dalton laughs at me again and now
I am beginning to get annoyed with his constant mocking.

“I get it, your weird, but I like that about you.” I narrow my
eyes at him and then he melts my heart when he smiles at me. I bite
my lower lip, as I try to hold back my burning rage.

“So tell me about yourself?” I ask in a firm, annoyed tone.
Dalton fidgets around in his seat as my words ring in the air. He
looks uncomfortable, but I maintain my burning gaze at I wait for
his answer.

“I was raised in the south, Louisiana to be exact. My family
owned a plantation and my brother and I worked the fields. I was in
the army and I have lived a long, strange and sometimes boring
life, but now that we have moved here, I feel that I have the
chance to have a fresh start.” I am smiling at him –without knowing
it. I stare deep into his eyes and I feel lost in their sea. He is
very mysterious, but open at the same time. I have no words to
describe him –he is amazing.

“May I ask how old you are?” He gently coughs and then I
notice that he is gripping the steering wheel of the car, very
tightly. I sit nervously as I await his answer.

“I’m twenty-two,” he says in a low voice.

“Okay, so how is that a long, boring life?” I snap. Dalton
turns to face me and his eyes are blood red. His lips are white and
they are quivering. I jump back in my seat as I take in his
appearance –he looks like a demon. “Your eyes,” I scream. He
violently makes a right hand turn and now we are speeding along the
dark street. I can hear his breathing, as he hisses loudly in my
ear. I am terrified of him and where is he taking me to. My eyes
are blurry, as I stare out at the fast moving trees that we are
passing by. My heart skips a beat when I realise that he is talking
me to the woods. I can hardly breathe when he pulls the car into a
small opening at the edge of the trees. He switches off the engine
and then he turns to face me. His eyes are back to their normal
colour, but I cannot understand why they changed in the first
place. Dalton is staring at me and I jump when he reaches out for
my hand. His knuckles are white and freezing, his lips are
trembling and there is a deep hissing noise forming in his throat
–what is wrong with him?

“Stay still, don’t move, things could get messy if you do.” My
heart is pounding as watch him take long, slow breaths. I lean back
in my seat and I try not to show my intentions, as I slowly reach
for the door handle. My fingers collide with the cool sliver metal
of the door handle and as I go to open it, Dalton’s arm reaches
over and pulls my hand away from the door. I am stunned at how
quick his reactions are and I cannot believe the speed of his
hands. He is like a superhero, but one that terrifies me to my very
core. “I said don’t move,” he snarls through his gritted teeth. I
instantly do as he says, as I am terrified of him and of his next
movements. “I’m sorry about that,” he says after a minute or two of
slow breathing. My hands are shaking as I lock my eyes on
his.

“What are you?” I ask in a shaken voice. Dalton exhales and
then he looks at me, with his eyes as red as fire. I jump from the
sight, but this time I force myself to look at him. His lips are
white and they are quivering harder than I have ever seen them
before. His red eyes are burning through me and when his lips
gently part, I see two sharp daggers in his mouth. My heart is now
beating so fast that I feel it’s going to burst out of my chest at
any moment. He reaches over and he touches my leg, with his icy
fingers. I flinch, but I manage to compose myself long enough so
that I can hear his explanation.

“You know what I am,” he says softly. I shake my head at him
because what I am thinking –doesn’t exist. “Say it,” he urges me. I
frown at him and then I shake my head again.

“I can’t, things like this don’t exist. What I think you are
isn’t real, they only exist in bad movies and books, not in real
life.” Dalton lunges towards me, his eyes are burning red and when
he parts his lips, I see the two sharp daggers again, but this time
I recognise them as fangs.

“I’m a vampire,” Dalton says in a deep snarling voice. My eyes
are trying to adjust to his changing appearance and I am shocked
because my terror is slowly starting to fade. His icy hands are
clasped onto my face and his nose is grazing mine. He is staring
deep into my eyes and my lips are shaking with desire. I know that
he is dangerous and he has just told me that he is a vampire, but
somehow I am drawn to him even more now. He is oozing with lust and
desire and I can feel his cool breath tickling my skin. I want him
to kiss me and it looks like I am getting my wish, as he leans in
towards me. His hands are tightening around my face and his white
lips are moving closer to mine. I can hear him snarling; as I watch
his red eyes dart from side to side. My throat is dry and I cannot
absorb this anticipation any longer. So I jerk my head towards his
and now our lips are touching. He is kissing me, softy whilst he
holds my face in position. His icy hands tingle and send shivers
down my spine, but I like them and their cool touch. He slowly
pulls back from me and I watch as he runs his tongue along his
lower lip. His eyes have returned to their cool blueness and as he
opens his mouth to speak, I notice that his fangs are no longer
there.

“Rose,” he says in a shallow voice.

“Yes,” I say, as I place my hand onto his leg. He looks down
at my hand and then he rolls his eyes as he lifts my hand away from
his skin.

“Don’t touch me, okay?” I frown at him and then I
agree.

“Okay,”

“We need to talk about this,” I move closer to him –resisting
the urge to grab his hand.

“What is there to talk about? You’re a vampire, it’s crazy,
but it’s true.” Dalton cocks his head to one side as he runs his
finger along my thigh.

“I’m dangerous and I don’t know if I can control my thirst
around you.” I nod as I take in his words, but I smile as I
disagree with them.

“You wouldn’t hurt me,” Dalton laughs and then he runs his
fingers through his slicked back hair.

“How can you be so calm about this? Don’t you have a million
questions you would like to ask me?”

“Of course I do, but I want to get to know you, properly. I
can’t explain how I am feeling, but I really like you and I know
that’s crazy because I have just met you, but it’s how I feel.
Please don’t let this be the last time that I see you.” Dalton’s
eyes flash red and he grips the bridge of his nose as tries to
breathe through his hunger. I reach over and I attempt to place my
hand in his, but he stops me by grabbing my hand first.

“Aren’t you scared of me?” I shake my head at him.

“No, it’s weird because I was before, but now that I know the
truth, I am surprisingly not frightened of you.” I smack my lips
together as I cannot believe the words that have passed from my
lips. Dalton has just told and showed me that he is a dangerous
vampire and here I am intrigued by it. People like him and vampires
aren’t supposed to exist in the real world, they are fictional,
made up in movies and books, not living, breathing, stunning guys
in the shape of Dalton. I cannot believe that this is true, but
something inside of me is screaming that it is. For months now
there have been unexplained attacks and mysterious robberies at the
local hospitals, but the attacks were declared by animals and the
robberies, well they are still a mystery. As I look at Dalton in
the moonlight, I cannot help but wonder if he was the culprit in
all of those attacks.

“You’re one crazy, weird girl, but I am intrigued by you.” I
cannot hold back my smile as his words linger in the air around
us.

“You’re really a vampire?” I ask in a shaken voice. Dalton
exhales and now my curiosity is building. “How can you breathe, if
technically you’re dead?” Dalton laughs at my question.

“My body functions pretty normally,” I shake my head in
disbelief –I am so curious to know more about being a
vampire.

“Can you tell me about it?” Dalton re-positions himself in the
seat and now his hands are stretched out across my lap. He is
gently running his fingers along my thigh and I am beginning to
feel a little uneasy, but I don’t want him to stop. The coolness of
his skin is tingling mine and I don’t want that feeling to go away.
As I stare at him, I feel connected to him and I want to know more
about his vampire life. I shake my head at my thoughts, as I still
cannot believe that he is a vampire.

“I have super strength, I can see for miles and I can hear the
slightest noise like a loud speaker. I sleep and I drink coffee,
but I feed on human blood.” I bite my lip as I take in his words
and I need to know more.

“How old are you?” Dalton laughs and then he places his hand
onto my chest. My heart begins to beat extra fast at his icy
touch.

“I have been twenty-two for one hundred and sixty five years.”
I shake my head in amazement.

“Wow,” is all that I manage to say.

“Rose, I know that we have just met, but there is something
about you that lures me in. I haven’t been able to stop thinking
about you and I never feel that way, about anything or anyone. I
know what I’m about to ask you is massive, but I need you to keep
my secret. You can’t tell anyone that I am a vampire, will you do
that for me?” I pout my lips at him.

“If I do, then what do I get in return?” He laughs at
me.

“How would you feel about spending some time with me, as my…
friend?” I raise my dark eyebrow in his direction.

“Friends?” I say in a sarcastic tone.

“I don’t do girlfriends, I’m sorry, but that’s my number one
rule and I never break it. I can offer you friendship and someone
to make out with, if that’s enough for you, then I’m all yours.” I
consider his words and I am little annoyed by them, but I am in no
position to argue with him and I really don’t want to lose him, so
I will agree to his conditions.

“It’s a deal,”

Four

Two weeks have passed since Dalton told me about his dark
secret and every one of those days, I have spent with him. We have
talked –about everything and I am really enjoying getting to know
him. He has told me all about his life –before he was a vampire, he
and his brother, Nicholas lived in Louisiana with his parents. He
fought in the civil wars and he has told me that he loved his
small, but satisfying life on the plantation. I haven’t yet asked
him how he was turned into a vampire or who turned him, I guess I
am scared of his answer. When I am with him, I don’t see the
predator that he claims to be, I see a gentle, loving person, who
is funny and very charming. I haven’t yet seen his vampire side,
because he always feeds before we hang out. When I stare into his
deep blue eyes, I try to imagine what is going on in his head. I
can never be one hundred per cent sure that he doesn’t thirst for
my blood, but I somehow like the danger and the urge that thought
brings. His existence is fascinating to me and I love the aspect of
him being an immortal. Any other girl would go running the opposite
direction, but not me. I adore the time that we have spent together
–in the black, darkness, of the Portland nights. Dalton can go out
in the sunlight, but he prefers the darkness of the night. He
climbs up to my bedroom window and I escape –without making a
sound, then he jumps to the ground with me hanging onto him for my
life. He always places me into his car and then we speed off into
the night –alone. Dalton is very respectful, he maintains his
distance from me, but sometimes my desire takes over and I
instigate the first kiss. His lips are icy –except for when he
drinks coffee, the caffeine heats up his body, so he isn’t cold to
the touch. I cannot lie and say that he doesn’t frighten me, but
something in his eyes alerts me that he would never hurt
me.