Forever Yours (6 page)

“Rose, I’m sorry,” he pleads as I lean against the door frame.
I rest my arms across my chest as I reply.

“You scared the hell out of me, what was that?” I ask in an
urgent tone. Dalton moves closer to me and he stretches out his
hand for me to take it. I roll my eyes at his offer and he sighs as
he pulls his hand back and shoves it into his pocket.

“I will explain everything, but I can’t do it here. Please
come with me, I won’t hurt you, I promise.” I shake my head at him
–how dare he think that I would just go away with him after what he
tried to do. Is he crazy or does he think that I am? I scowl at him
and I begin to pick wholes in his suggestion.

“Are you serious? You expect me to get in that car with you
after what you just tried to do, huh?” Dalton moves closer and now
his face is only an inch away from mine. I lean against the door
for peace of mind and then I meet his stare. His lips are white and
trembling, his hands are shaky as he runs his fingers through his
golden hair. I hold back my smile at the sight of him, as I feel
that I could cave in at any moment.

“I know it’s hard you for to trust me, but you can’t say that
I have been anything but respectful towards you. Please take my
hand and I will take you somewhere, were we can be, alone.” My mind
rushes and I can’t think straight –what will I do? Do I trust him
or do I slam the door shut and tell him never to come back? My head
is telling me run in the other direction, but my heart and my
desire for his kiss is screaming for me to trust him. He has told
me many times that he doesn’t want a girlfriend, and I feel that I
have been in denial about that, ever since those words passed from
his lips. When he looks at me, I know that he feels something, even
though he tries to hide it, I know that he cares. He has said that
being a vampire makes him not care about anything or anyone, he
dazes through life, feeding and not giving humans a second thought.
He moves from place to place when suspicions arise that he isn’t
getting any older, his days are spent in the darkness as he avoids
the sunlight at all costs. He hates the feeling of the warmth on
his skin and he despises the puny lives that we humans lead. But if
all of that were true and if he didn’t care, then why he is
standing at my doorway, begging for me to forgive him? If he didn’t
care about me or my life, then he would just rip into my skin and
feed, he wouldn’t spend time with me, taking me to the movies and
even enduring me eating in a restaurant when he doesn’t. He would
simply kill me or forget about me and until he makes me believe
that his words are true, then I will not give him up. I want to
spend time with him, I care about him, I have feelings for him that
I can’t explain and I know that if he gives me the chance, I can
make him feel the same way.

“If I trust you, there has to be no secrets. I want to know
why your eyes change colour and why your lips turn white when
you’re near me.” Dalton smiles and then he pulls his hand from his
pocket. He reaches out and I take a deep breath as I place my hand
into his. His icy fingers grip onto mine and my heart flutters from
his touch. I step out into the cold and I gently shake from the
cool temperature. Dalton notices my actions and with one fluid
motion, he pulls off his hoodie. He places it over my head and I
smile at his sweet gesture, when the soft fabric collides with my
skin, I smile as I inhale the musky scent of his cologne. He smiles
at me as he stands in the cold, wearing nothing but a plain white
t-shirt and his faded jeans. I suddenly feel guilty for taking his
sweater and I instantly offer it back.

“I can go and grab my jacket, you must be freezing?” I say,
not realising how stupid my question sounded. Dalton laughs and
then he slides his arm around my shoulder as he leads me to his
car. He pushes me into the passenger seat and I smile as my butt
hits the leather, Dalton is in the driver’s seat, before I have the
time to breathe. He roars the engine of the Porsche and I fall back
into my seat as the acceleration is overwhelming. We speed through
the quiet streets, heading in the direction of the woods. The road
is twisty and I have to hold onto my arm rest, for peace of mind as
Dalton drives too fast around the sharp bends. He hasn’t said a
word since we got into the car and I feel awkward sitting in
silence, as he drives me somewhere I have never been before. He
makes a signal to the right and we turn up onto an old dirt track
road. He is driving too fast through the loose chippings and as I
look in out of the window, I can see that there is a cloud of dust
floating behind the car. I turn to look at him as I wonder where we
going and he briefly meets my gaze.

“Don’t look so worried, I promised that I won’t hurt you.” I
press a smile from my lips, as I fight my gut reaction to scream
and tell him to take me home. Dalton reaches down and to my
surprise, he clutches my hand. I sigh at his touch and then my fear
returns when he lifts my hand to his mouth. I feel like pulling my
hand away, but I resist as I don’t want to offend him. He pulls my
hand towards his parted lips and I can feel his cool breath blowing
against my skin. My body temperature is rising and my face is
flushing hot with desire. His lips gently touch my skin and I close
my eyes from his sensual touch. He kisses my hand for around a
minute and then he urges me to open my eyes. My brown eyes jolt
open and I leap forward, as I take in my surroundings. There is a
large white house, situated in the middle of a wooded area. There
are cool pine trees blowing in the gentle wind, the porch of the
house spans all the way around to the other side, and a rocking
chair and porch swing sit nicely in the middle. There are roses
climbing the walls and wind chimes hanging from the beams, I smile
at the stunning house and then I turn to Dalton, as I ask him why
we are here.

“What is this place?” I ask, as I glare up at him from my
seat. He smiles at me and then he pushes open his door, five
seconds later he is standing at my door, holding out his hand for
me take it. I throw my hand into his and then I step out of the car
–stumbling as I try to find my footing. Dalton laughs and then he
wraps his arm around my waist, as he leads me across the dirt track
towards the front door of the house. He flicks open the door and he
rushes inside –with me by his side. I look around and I see that
the house is fully furnished; pictures are hanging from the walls
of an older couple. I scowl at Dalton as I begin to
panic.

“Who does this house belong to? I know it isn’t yours because
of the styling and pictures.” Dalton smiles and then he leads me
into the living room. The large chesterfield sofa is dusty and
there are cobwebs hanging from the chandelier. Vases of dying roses
line the large fire place and I gently cough from the dust. Dalton
glides over to the fire place and he crosses his arms over his
chest as he meets my stare.

“Does it matter who the house belongs to?” He says in a firm
tone. I roll my eyes, as I march over to him. His arms fall to his
sides and he licks his lips as he looks at me. My heart and lips
are burning with desire, I want him to kiss me, I have waited too
long for his touch and now I am feeling desperate to have his lips
on mine. He leans closer to me and it’s like he can read my mind as
he places his lips onto mine. His kiss starts out slow and tender,
but as the passion rises, his lips harden and become more firm. He
pulls me into his chest in one lighting movement and I gasp for air
as he slides his hands down my waist. I dig my nails into his cold
skin and then my hands slip into his hair, as his lips stay on
mine. He spins me around in a lighting move and then he spins me
the other way, as he pushes me down onto the dusty sofa. My hair is
flying everywhere and his lips are trailing across my cheek and now
they are slipping onto my neck. I gulp for air, as I fear his
daggers on my skin. His eyes are burning with red desire and his
lips are quivering, as he tries to resist the temptation of my
blood. His body is hovering over mine and my hands are on his back,
as he slides his lips back onto mine. I melt into his kiss and then
he pulls back and whispers.

“I want to kiss you until your lips are numb and then I want
taste your blood on my tongue.” My heart pounds at his confession
and then I surprise myself when I give him the green
light.

“So do it then,” he shakes his head and then he kisses me
again, but this time with less force than before. He falls onto my
body and I squeal when his sharp bones crash into mine. He jolts up
at my reaction, his eyes still red with desire, he leans his arm
onto the cushion of the sofa and then he shifts his weight onto
that arm. I sigh, when his body isn’t squashing me anymore and then
I place my hands onto both sides of his face. He rests his forehead
against mine as he begins to talk.

“I’m starving, I haven’t fed in three days, and I need blood.”
My heart races as I feel his pain. I caress his skin with my
fingers and then I make the decision that I have feared since he
told me that he was a vampire.

“Feed on me,” I whisper. He looks into my eyes and he shakes
his head at my suggestion.

“I can’t, your blood is too desirable and I don’t know if I
could stop.” I smile as my beliefs are certified –he does care
about me. I firmly clasp his face, as I try to persuade him to feed
from me. I want the satisfaction of helping him through his pain
–it’s crazy, but I trust him .

“Yes you will, feed on me, I want to help you.” I say, as I
move my lips onto his. He smiles at me and then he kisses me
firmly. He pulls the hoodie over my head and he throws it down onto
the floor. His lips are melting into mine and his hands are sliding
through my hair. I pant for air as he grips my leg and slides me
further down onto the sofa. I am now lying flat on my back; my
cheeks are hot from the passion that is flowing. My heart is
fluttering, as Dalton gently slides his hand up stomach, caressing
every inch of my body, until he stops at my neck. He gently swirls
his finger along my collar bone and then he places his lips onto
mine –again. My mind is rushing and my legs are weak from his
touch, I can hardly see straight and I can’t breathe as I wait for
him to feed. He moves his lips away from mine and he looks into my
eyes as his lips gently part. He exhales and then he smirks at me,
as I lie beneath him.

“Are you sure you want me to do this?” I narrow my eyes at him
and then I jerk his head closer to mine. I glue my lips to his and
then I break free.

“Yes, do it, now.” I plead with him. His smile fades and his
eyes turn red, my nerves are shot and I am terrified, but I know
that he is in pain and I want to take that pain away from him. He
slides his hand onto the base of my neck and he gently pushes my
hair away from my skin. His lips are white and his fingers are cool
against my skin. He rests his face against my neck and I shiver
when his icy tongue collides with my skin. He gently kisses my neck
and I close my eyes, as I dread his daggers. He kisses me again on
my neck and then he pauses for a brief moment and then he sinks his
fangs into my skin. My eyes jolt open from the sting and I can’t
breathe as I feel my blood being drawn from my body. His sucking
motion is gentle at first, but then his force becomes slightly
firmer as he tastes more blood. The sting has passed and now an
overwhelming pleasure has replaced the uncomfortable pain. I feel
connected to him, as he feeds on my blood and I can’t control my
lust, as I grab onto his head, pressing his fangs further into my
skin. His breathing is heavy and there is a deep groaning forming
in his throat. My eyes close as he draws more blood and my hands
are now sliding all over his back. I am pulling him closer to me,
as I don’t want him to move, I know that he is draining me, but the
pleasure is worth the pain. I feel myself slipping into a
pleasurable coma and my eyes dart open in annoyance when Dalton
pulls his fangs out of my neck. His eyes are deep red and there is
a little trickle of blood on his lip. His tongue extends and the
blood has disappeared. I stare at him through my heavy eyes and
when he meets my gaze, he thrusts himself backwards and now he is
looking down at me from his position next to the sofa. His eyes are
back to their normal shade and his lips are trembling as he looks
at me.

“What have I done,” he says pointing at my neck. I slowly sit
up and I rest my heavy head against the cushion. I feel weak and
shaky and the skin around my neck hurts, when I gently caress it
with my finger. I look up at Dalton and my eyes are heavy as I
stare at him.

“I’m fine,” I say in a weak voice. Dalton shakes his head and
then with one fluid movement, he swoops me into his arms and he
runs with me, through the front door and towards the car. He
carefully places me inside and then starts the engine and speeds
off along the dirt track. He looks at me –completely taking his
eyes away from the road ahead.

“Are you cold?” He asks as he reaches for the car heater. I
nod, I am freezing. Dalton turns the heating up as high as it will
go and he grips the wheel of the car so tight that I fear it may
snap in two. The tyres of the car squeal as they collide with the
road surface and I have to grip onto the door panels before I can
sit straight. The speedometer is rising and now we are driving at
well over one hundred miles an hour, my heart is beating so fast as
Dalton pushes his foot further down onto the gas pedal. I fall back
into my seat, as the hot air from the vents blows against my
cheeks. The car is floating around the corners and I turn to Dalton
as I plead with him to slow down.