So if you didn't notice I am writing these blind not really blind but I don't know what you are saying until I post it. So yea this is coming along smoothly okay if you hadn't noticed if you don't review I am just talking to myself like a crazy person YOU DON'T WANT ME TO BE A CRAZY PERSON DO YA? That sounds like a collective yes. Fine I'll get to the writing
Oh she was good, but that just made it more enticing. And that little boy toy of hers. Yea he gets what's coming for him. Just waiting. Just waiting….
I woke up with his head at my side on the edge of the bed. His hair fell in front of his face and covered it. I moved my hand to brush it away. He twitched at my touch and got up slowly, his back cracking with the resilience to go back to a normal position. He looked over at me blinking away the sleep.
"How are you feeling?" He asked softly.
"Better." I was using my breath to talk because I didn't trust my voice yet. He nodded. "Did you stay the whole night?" I turned on my side to face him.
"Yea. Who else was to keep the big bad wolf away?" He puffed out his chest and made a smug face. I laughed softly. I bit back my tears thinking of last night. I cleared my throat.
"I want to get out of here." He let go of his breath and released his chest.
"I'll go get the doctors." I grabbed his hand.
"No," I gave a sly smirk. "I have a better idea." I carefully pulled myself in an upright position and began to take the attachments and IV off of my body. He looked scared.
"Won't you hurt yourself?" He whispered fiercely.
"Hush up and get me a wheel chair." I took off the last few and with one last weary look he ran off getting a chair. He was back before my feet hit the floor. My legs felt like rubber, but I felt I could walk to the chair. He held it out looking around for anybody who might notice. "Don't worry I check myself out." I sat down and put my hands on my lap. I looked up at him with a smile. "Do I have to cattle prod you to move? Go on get with it." I looked back forward and he began to walk out slowly. It was dawn and not many people were roaming the halls. The few people that were in the corridors didn't care or ignored us. Which was good. We made it all the way to the elevator before someone came around the corner. They looked like they were going to say something to stop us, but it was halted by the doors shutting with a hiss. He pressed the code and we flew down a few minutes later we dinged at the parking garage. I got out of the chair and leaned on him for support. "Just send it up." We walked out and he pressed the up arrow. "Where did you park?" I asked looking around. I began to shiver. It was cold this morning, colder than it has been.
"Hang on." He picks me up and I fight the urge to yelp. This was a hospital gown. He respectably put his hands around my stomach and my thighs. "This is going to be fast." Before he could finish I was dizzy and we had arrived at the car. He set me on my feet and I regretted not grabbing my shoes. Did I have shoes when I arrived? I couldn't remember. I made sure the gown went all the way around my body and got in. I crossed my legs the same way I would had I worn a skirt. Or a tight pair of shorts. He drove out of the parking garage and I pretended I knew what it looked like outside. The tinting hid everything. I resorted to what I always did. I stared at him the whole ride. "I guess this makes you a fugitive of the law." He smirked, but stayed looking at the road.
"And you my accomplice." I smiled and he rolled his eyes. "Hey you could get four years as a felon or 250,000 dollars as a fine for helping someone break out of prison." He chuckled. "This is a serious matter."
"I'll make sure to inform them of your whereabouts once I drop you….." He stopped. He was going to say home I knew it. The glee in the air was sucked out like the blood of a vampire victim. He slowed down the car suddenly caught in no man's land on where to go. He looked over at me.
"Let me go home and get some clothes. I'll change at the lab." He stared at me a little bit longer before picking up speed again and making the turns I knew all too familiarly. He stopped and I went to jump out. He grabbed my wrist.
"Five minutes. Then I come in and kick ass." He smiled, no fang. I nodded soberly.
"Alright." I whispered and he let me go. I looked around then burst through the gate taking long strides across my yard and landing on the porch in seconds flat. I opened the door and ran up the steps ignoring everything around me. I went to my room and to my dresser. I grabbed the clothes I would need for today and looked up at the picture that sit on it. Two smiling faces pressed close together to fit in the picture. Mouse ears on one and a hatter hat on the other. My eyes were closed and Shane was looking at me. People behind us frozen in time at that moment. A few stared at us and I felt a tear slide down my face. I wiped it away taking a breath and grabbed it. I grabbed toothpaste, my toothbrush, my hair brush, and a pair of shoes. I put the shoes on without socks and clumped down the stairs averting my eyes to everything once again. I burst out of the door and debated closing it. I hit it with my hip on the way out and I ran back to the car. I huddled my clothes close to me and he opened the door so I could slip in. I caught the door with my free hand and shut it as I got comfortable in the seat. He drove off seconds later. I stared down at the photo the whole drive. I hadn't noticed the change in route. He hopped out and opened my side of the car. A house I didn't immediately recognize was in front of me. I looked at him.
"My house. It has hot water, come on." He walked ahead and I followed close behind. He unlocked the door and let me in. I walked in and felt a wave a familiarity wash over me. We both lived in founder's houses provided by the high and mighty herself. I stood in the parlor and took a deep breath before walking up the stairs to the bathroom. Unlike my house it had a blood red satin curtain with black studs where it hooked to the shower rod. I set my clothes on the counter and walked over grabbing it with curious fingers. I ran my thumb across it and felt somehow eased a little bit. I turned on the shower and walked over shutting the door. I put my toothbrush and toothpaste in the shower and began to undress. I looked one last time behind me before slipping into the now steamed filled shower. The tension rolled away like the water on that poured down on my skin. With the tension also brought back the memories. I put my hand on the wall as they physically shook me. I gasped and slowly let myself crumble into a ball. I began to cry and curled up into the fetal position putting my back to the back of the shower. I hadn't realized the water had shut off until my tears dried. I looked up and sniffed. Slowly the curtain opened and I hid myself.
"Hey!" I said past sniffs. He held up a hand and I saw his other hand was covering his eyes. He reached around and handed me a dark blue towel. I reached up and it was so soft I had to grab it with both hands afraid it would slip out of my fingers. I stood up and wrapped the towel around me.
"I still need to take one." He gave a small smile.
"Sorry." I whispered.
"Can I, uh, " He pointed to his hand and I nodded.
"Yea." I said softly and grabbed my clothes. I stopped just before I hit the door and put my clothes back on the counter. He was slowly unbuttoning his shirt and I whipped around, making sure my towel stayed firmly in place, and hugged him. "Thank you." I whispered into his chest. He wrapped his arms around me carefully like I might shatter if touched.
"It was just a shower." He distracted.
"No. Not just that. And you know it wasn't just a shower. I know you haven't had anyone, any woman, over since Ada. Thank you." I whispered her name not knowing how he would react. He only put pressure on the hug pulling me closer, if it was possible, to him. I took a deep breath and let go of him. I started to walk away and before I could get too far he grabbed my wrist. I looked down at his hand on mine and then at him. He was looking at me with soft eyes. He took a step and was instantly in front of me. Slowly he leaned down and stole a sweet kiss. My hand in his and on my towel tightened as I closed my eyes. He pulled away leaving me wanting him more.
"You're welcome." He let go of me and I slowly opened my eyes. I gathered up my stuff in a hurried rush. I walked across the hall and should have known it was his room. In mine it was greens and browns with decorative masks as souvenirs from some of the countries I had visited. His room was grand and somehow it looked bigger than mine, must have been how he decorated. His queen sized metal framed bed had dark purple sheets. It looked like it had just walked out of a designer magazine. Suddenly I wanted to ruin its crisp look. Instead I walked over and touched them. Everything in this room looked so lonely. I made my way to the curtains which were black out curtains, but had imbedded patterns in them. His walls were blood red and the trim was a swirling of gold. His furniture, a drawer and matching nightstands, were black with crystal knobs. I could only assume they were real. I trailed my hand along the dresser and my fingers trailed tracks in what little dust there was. I figured I should get dressed. I couldn't stay in his towel all day. Or forever. I ran it through my fingers again. Although…. I decided not and hurried to put on my clothes. I was pulling my shirt over my head when there was a soft knocking on the door.
"Almost done." I picked up the towel thumbing it all the way to his door. I opened it and averted my eyes afraid of temptation. His hair was dripping onto his bare chest and he only had on a towel.
"I, uh, forgot, my, my um, clothes." I nodded and slipped around him. I walked back to the bathroom. It smelt like his shampoo. I felt my fingers itch to run my hands through his hair. I put the towel in the small hamper behind the toilet and looked in the mirror as I passed it. It made me regret skipping the make-up. My eyes seemed to take on a permanent red rim and they were swollen from crying. My hair, not yet brushed, was tangled and lay in a mop on my head. I grabbed my brush and began to drag the nubs through my still damp hair. Great no hair dryer or curler, so that meant it was going to do its natural look. Soft curls in the front and grand waves in the back. I finished and ran my fingers through it to try and make it into something I could call a style. I gave up after the curls began to frizz out. I looked through his drawers hoping he hadn't thrown out her make-up and, success, found blush, eyeliner, and mascara. No cover up, but being a human I don't think white would have suited me. Eve, completely. I made my face look somewhat presentable and stepped out. His door was still shut, so I made my way down stairs to the kitchen. I was surprised to see he had a percolator. That would hopefully mean he had coffee. I searched his cupboards and was again surprised to see he had some. No cream or sugar, but I could deal. I scooped in the coffee and turned it on. I poured in the water making sure it was just enough and sat leaning on the counter, my back on it and the hands holding it with white knuckles. I watched the old clock's pendulum swing back and forth as if it was taunting me. Telling me that time moved on while I lagged behind. I closed my eyes. I heard the coffee stop and went to grab it, but was met with a solid body in the way. I yelped and jumped back opening my eyes. Myrnin stood holding out a coffee cup to me. I looked at it as though it was something new and dangerous. It took me a minute before I reached to grab it. I took a sip and forgot it was hot. It burnt my tongue, but I only closed my eyes.
"I got Mercy to talk. She says that she ran into the closet after Casey screamed and ran in throwing her in there. She saw him, but won't tell me what he looks like." He eyed me up and down as he took a sip.
"I didn't get a good look at him." I whispered around the steam.
"It's okay. I did." He looked at him through my eye lashes.
"You did?" I took a careful sip. The bitter taste coated my tongue and throat.
"After I gave you to the paramedics he was standing in the empty lot just across from your house. I chased him until I lost him. Your knife was sent for testing and he bled even more in the running process. Good shot." I didn't look up.
"Thanks." I whispered not believing it. I could have wasted him, but I was too panicked to do so. He reached forward putting his hand under my chin.
"Seriously. You stayed composed and focused until you fainted. I say that's a win-win situation. You didn't die and you shot him."
"Yes but he got Shane." I thought he was going to say something dark and hurt me, but he stayed where he was.
"You know I never had really enjoyed his company, but I enjoyed seeing you happy." He confessed looking at his coffee like it would hold the secrets on what to do next. "And you were happy with him." He looked back at me setting the coffee down and rubbed his thumb on my chin. "You couldn't have done anything." I opened my mouth to speak, but he put a finger on my lips to shush me. "But what you can do is catch this guy so that way you can save all of the others out there he is planning on targeting. Like Mercy." I shut my mouth. "It's a very hard thing for a vampire to find a great partner, one they can work with, and not hurt. Vampires mate for life, the same goes for partners. That's why there's the rule." His voice was soft. He chuckled nervously looking at the ground removing his hand and stuffing them in his pockets. "I don't know where I'm going with this, but I chose you because I knew you were different from the rest of the humans." He looked up looking like a lost little boy.
"If I remember correctly, I think I chose you." I poked him and he smiled.
"And nothing gets by you." My coffee was cold, but I took a sip anyways. It was even worse cold. I made a face and he laughed. He put his hand over the cup.
"I'll buy you something. Let's go." He grabbed his and mine and drained them in the sink. I turned around and rubbed my arms. I wish I grabbed a jacket too. How much you miss in five minutes. I shivered once and put my hand on the door knob. As I pulled it open a jacket was laid over my shoulders and he grabbed the door. I walked out putting my arms through the soft fleece. I had to know what he used for fabric softener this was just too much. Or not enough. I waited until he locked his door before walking to his car. I opened the door and slipped in. He got in soon after and looked over at me. I looked at him as well.
"Let's get this son of a bitch." Our silent agreement spoke louder than words.
It was twenty minutes and two coffees later I walked into my office. Eve looked up and ran over giving me a hug.
"I'm so glad you're okay. Had some trouble at the hospital getting you out, right?" She pulled away but held me at arms width.
"Yea." Lie. It was already twelve o' clock and the lab results had come in on the DNA.
"Mercy went home with protective custody. Vampire custody. No one is getting in there." She walked away looking at the sheet that cover Casey's corpse. "Did you know she has two little sisters?"
"No." I went to grab the results.
"Parents got out of dodge after she turned twelve. Left with two toddlers." She sighed. "True Morganviller."
"Says here that he was a John Winchester." She came over. "Born 1914. He was nineteen when he was turned." I read more of the file. "He had no criminal record until the killings. Had a rough childhood. Says here his mother came into the police station over a dozen times on child abuse charges. She was a nurse in the day." I pulled out her mug shot. "Look familiar?" Eve looked grim. "She was a hunter by night. It would explain why all of the victims have had some sort of bad blood in their past or even now."
"A hunter hunter or a hunter hunter."
"Latter." She nodded and we looked over at the corpse that lies unmoving under the sheet. We both shuddered and I put the file down. "But why didn't he kill Mercy when he had the chance. I'm not supporting him, but he had to have known she was there?"
"Scar her. She probably saw her friend die. By the time he showed up she would want to die. No fight." She shrugged looking skeptical.
"But from the rest of them it looks like he wants them to fight. So Mercy wouldn't be his cup of tea. Unless it makes her fight harder. She has more to lose then the rest of them." Something clicked in my head. "That's why Dana Shulps family moved out once she was dead. They had to have been hunters. We put a law up saying it was illegal. Anyone involved would have been tried and executed." She nodded. "Have we identified the male body?" She nodded again.
"He was a Carl Hanks. He died in a car crash. Organ donor." He was throwing us in circles. Made us think that the male victim was part of the routine. It wasn't. Just something to stump us. I hit the desk softly and looked down.
"Looks like we have to track him down." I gathered myself and walked my way to his office. I opened the door and he was looking at the murder board. "Have we found this son of a bitch yet?" He looked over with a smirk.
"I was just going to call you." He grabbed his hat and coat and opened the door for me.
I wrapped my arms around myself. It had gotten colder. The jacket he had let me borrow was extremely warm. The swat team silently vacated the van. They soon surrounded the house. Myrnin and I gazed up at its rickety form as it whined in the wind. I saw a flicker in one of the windows. He was home. And there was no way he was getting out unless he could fly. I shivered, whether from cold or from nerves I didn't know. After a minute or two Myrnin gave the signal and one group of the segregated swat kicked down the door and made their way in. Most of them were vamps, so this was an easy task. We followed soon after and I had my gun poised in front of me. Myrnin didn't need one. That was like giving a great white shark a laser beam. A chorus of 'clears' rose up and we were left with the top floor. I pointed my gun up the stairs as he walked up making no noise as if he didn't exist. He stopped at the corner and flicked his head to motion me up. I followed not feeling as swift as him and stood right beside him. I took a deep breath. Clatter arose from one of the rooms and he shot to the other side of the hall. I took his place by the wall. He looked at me and mouthed one, two, three. On three I kicked down the door and yelled.
"Freeze!" He followed soon after snapping the wrist that reached out for me. And began the fight. Hissing and growling erupted from both of them. I saw as blurs of red and black flared around. Someone hit the wall beside me and I ducked. Soon they were gone and throwing the other one to the ground. I heard the clang of cuffs and the reassuring click of them snap shut. Myrnin lifted him up with enough force to break a human's wrists.
"The lady said freeze." He sneered and John snapped his teeth. Myrnin didn't look impressed. He growled with a force that hurt my ears and silenced John. As they passed John made a kissy face at me and I resisted the urge to shoot him. Again. Myrnin smacked him upside the head which shot his head forward. I heard the sound of vertebra snapping and cringed. Myrnin told John his Miranda rights. "You have the right to remain silent. Anything you do or say will be held against you in the court of law…." I followed close behind Myrnin and he made a circle motion with his finger and the swat team hustled back to the van. The rest of them followed suit. Myrnin threw him in the armored truck, solitude. He shut the doors and hit the side of the truck. It started and roared off. He looked at me and I saw he had blood on his face. The cut was already healed. He took a deep breath and smiled at me. I shot forwards and wrapped him in a hug.
"This job takes a lot out of you." I said trying to stop shaking.
"Damn right it does. But in the end it's all worth it." He let go and looked after the truck as it made the turn. I holstered my gun and finally stopped shaking. With one last look at the house I got in the car.
We walked into the interrogation room and he sat looking smug. Myrnin slid the files down on the table. I moved into the seat across from John. His hands were cuffed to the table. They jangled when he moved. He put his hands on the table, folding them and leaning forwards. I sat stock still.
"So John, been busy lately?" Myrnin stood against the mirror behind me.
"Now that you mention it. Yea I guess so." He didn't take his eyes off of me. I didn't take mine off his.
"Where were you two days ago at ten o' clock?" He still didn't look at Myrnin.
"Having a little fun." He gave a sick smirk. His fangs were down and they glinted in the harsh white light. "You should try it. You look a little tense. No doubt she'd love to give it to ya." Myrnin shot forwards. I put my hand out to stop him. He stood next to me, his muscles coiled. "You're sweet on her. Haven't seen that since our little friend. How is she by the way?" He knew the answer. With a sneer that made me want to be sick he bobbed his head side to side softly. "What was her name?" He looked around looking for her name in the air. He finally snapped. "Oh yea, Ada, is our little toy doing okay? Six feet under." He chortled at his own joke and Myrnin hissed. I could imagine his red eyes and his fangs snapping down.
"John would you care to expand on what kind of fun?" I asked calmly.
"I don't know I wouldn't want to scar our little cherub now would I?" I felt anger boil in me. He laughed again. He's playing us. "I think the question you want to ask is did you enjoy watching the life being stripped out of his eyes along with his blood?" He slowly leaned forward and I could smell his rank stench. "Did I?" I wished I had my gun. Surprisingly Myrnin, in a blink, smashed his head onto the table. He laughed as though he hadn't felt it. He lifted his head up and a dent now rested in the spot. "Oh he's a quick one isn't he?" His wound already began to heal. The door opened and he didn't look away from me. I looked over and the head nodded. I stood up excusing myself and made my way out. "Oh things were just getting good. Cherub come back." He snickered and I shut the door. I walked into the waiting room just around the corner and Mercy was holding her sisters next to her. She was tapping her foot at a rapid pace. She looked up when I walked over to her.
"You don't have to – "
"No I want this asshole caught. My sisters are at stake." She held them close and I nodded.
"Come on then. They will be in good hands." The deputy who informed me nodded and began to talk to them softly. Mercy stood up and followed me. I led her to the observation room and opened the door. "Go ahead." She slowly walked in and looked out the one way mirror. Myrnin was on the wall behind John and John look forward smiling wickedly. "Is that the man you saw when Casey was murdered?" She cried a little putting her hand over her mouth. She nodded.
"Yes. Yes that's him." She ran out of the room once she was done and walked out soon after. I opened the door to the interrogation room and he snapped his attention to me.
"I missed you." He tried to sound sincere. I was sick to my stomach.
"Well you better get used to it." Myrnin looked over at me and I at him. I nodded. Myrnin, after one last look, followed me out. As he shut the door I could hear his parting words.
"See you soon, cherub." I shuddered and walked without a second glance back to the morgue.
I sit putting the bones away and marking the boxes. It was late, but I was doing everything I could to stay away from home. I heard the swish of the door and turned around. Myrnin stood in the dim light and paced up to me. I turned back around and marked the box. Savannah Lane. He pulled a chair up next to me and sat down.
"His court hearing is going to be in three weeks. The most we can charge him on is two counts of murder and one count attempted murder. That will put him away for a long time. The jury is no doubt going to find him guilty." He looked at my hands as I put the bones of Casey Harks in the box.
"That's better than him out on the streets." I took a shaky breath.
"You're going to have to go home sometime." I smirked. "I can see right through you Claire." I marked the box and left them to be cataloged for tomorrow. I looked over at him. He was looking at me with shining eyes. I thought I could see the twenty five year old leaking through.
"Yes, but just not now. I need time to….." I don't know what I needed time to do.
"Overcome. I know. I was the same way when Ada died." He cocked his head. "We weren't….No after she was found with amnesia outside the borders of Morganville I was sentenced to be her…."
"Babysitter." I smirked and he smiled.
"Yes you could say that. After I grew accustomed to her living with me she had been showing signs of a great detective. We enrolled her into the academy and she soared through in just a few months. I took her as my partner. One day we had gone to investigate a house. When we were inside the owner caught the house on fire. I was panicking and a beam fell on her legs. I couldn't let her die, but I was also at great risk. After the paramedics came they told us she would have to have her right leg amputated from the skin damage and she couldn't let that happen. She wanted to be a cop for the rest of her life. I wanted to save her. She had seen so much let down so I turned her. Then the homicides began. We got to close and he wasted her. I let the disease consume me. I couldn't deal with the grief. Then Amelie found you and you know the story from there." I watched interested. "Eventually you get over it. I'm not saying it's easy, I'm just saying it can be done. It helps when you have somebody at your side the whole way through." His voice was soft and looked at the table, a scratch in particular.
"Myrnin?" He looked up. My tone was calm. "What was that secret that Calypso is keeping for you?" He looked again at the scratch. "I already know I'm the one you have to tell…."
"I – " His voice broke. He couldn't find the words. He looked up smiling without teeth. "You need rest and a good meal." He stood up grabbing my hand and urging me to get up. Eventually I stood up. "Chico's, Old Red's, or home?" I slipped my arm into his and leaned on him.
"I've seen your kitchen. Unless you can make food out of thin air…"
"We'll take it to go." He turned off the light and shut the door behind him.
He opened the door as I juggled the bags of food. Once it was open he grabbed a few bags relieving the circus act from myself and let me in. I walked in making my way to the kitchen and setting the bags down. He was right behind me. I began to take out all of the food. Now that I looked at it it was a lot of food. I was worried we wouldn't eat it all. I looked at the top and we switched boxes. He pulled out the plastic forks and knives and gave them one look before tossing them over his shoulder and they landed to the floor in a flurry of tings. I scowled at him.
"What was that for?" He held up a finger and I waited. He reached behind him and pulled out a drawer. Inside was actual silver ware. Not real silver that wouldn't be a good dinner. I rolled my eyes and reached for one. We grabbed out food and went to sit in the family room. We walked in and I stopped he kept walking sitting down on the red velvet couch. It looked just like the shower curtains. Red velvet with black studs. I didn't want to eat on it.
"Come on. Its fine you won't ruin it." He tried to persuade me. I looked for anywhere else to sit. I sat on the floor with my back to the couch. He chuckled and slid down next to me.
"Do you have anything that doesn't look like it would be a designer's dream home?" He looked up trying to think. I nudged him with my shoulder as I took a bite to eat. "I'm even a little scared to eat on the carpet." I said putting my hand in front of my mouth. He looked down between us.
"I do have a vacuum." I chuckled.
"You don't strike me as the cleaning type." I took another bite and he looked over.
"It's clean isn't it?" He gestured around with his fork.
"Yea because you probably haven't used this room in years." To emphasize I blew on the coffee table. No dust came off. He looked at me accusingly. "Okay fine. You hired somebody." We both smiled and we finished the rest of our food in silence. It was weird how so much could be said without saying anything at all. He got up and held out his hand. I gave him my trash and he rolled his eyes, but he continued to the kitchen. I got up using the couch as support and slid onto it. I leaned back and closed my eyes. The scenes flashed behind my eyelids and I shot up opening my eyes with a gasp. I shook and got off the couch. I slipped into the kitchen and saw he was finishing up cleaning. "It's uh, been a rough day I'm going to call it a night." He turned his head ever so slightly and smirked.
"Okay." He whispered and I hit the jamb a few times with the heel of my palm before walking out. I walked up the stairs and checked the other two rooms. One of them was empty and the other had a small bed in it. It looked like a replica of his room. I walked over to the bed and ran my hand along it. I sat down on it and it sighed. I gathered a handful of the sheet in my hand and lifted it to my face. They smelled brand new. Explains the crisp condition. I walked over to the door and shut I before I began to strip down to just my bra and underwear. I didn't want it to come of hostile, but I didn't have anything else and how awkward would that be if I asked of one of his shirts. I crawled into the bed and it felt cool against my skin. Had I been asleep I would haven't of heard it. There was a soft knock on the door and I got up to answer it. I panicked for a moment. I was in my bra and underwear. Then I remembered the shower. I opened it hiding behind the door. "I would assume you might need this." He, as before, had one hand over his eyes. His other hand had one of his shirts. I gingerly grabbed it and hugged it close to me.
"Thank you." I couldn't help but find myself wanting him to kiss me again. He only smiled from under his hand.
"You're welcome. And I bid you good night." He said softly almost bowing. I chuckled and nodded. I shut the door quietly and unfolded the shirt. I put it on and buttoned it up. It creeped up when I walked. It was just to sleep in I reminded myself. I slipped into the covers once again and laid my head down to sleep.
It was hours later and I woke up shivering. Sweat made his shirt cling to my skin. The moonlight was a sliver on the windowsill. It had to be early the next morning. I started off dreaming of nothing at all then the scenes came back. Replaying as if I was really there. I was in an invisible box and I had no way to do anything. Now that I thought about it this could also be tears. I got up needing to get out and I walked over to the window. I pulled back the curtains and screamed. For a split second I saw his face in the reflection and I threw the curtains back as Myrnin ran in.
"Claire?" He asked scared. I moved away from the window. I nodded gulping. He put whatever he had in his hand down. He walked over and grabbed my hand. "Come on." He pulled me forward carefully. I followed him. "You can sleep in my room." I didn't feel like fighting. Frankly my subconscious said it was a good idea. He let me go ahead of him and I saw he had a stake. Silver tipped. I looked at him. "You think humans are the only ones who can use them?" He let go of my hand and put it on the small of my back. I shivered slightly. He pushed my gently forward. I could tell he was watching behind him. I started to walk again. I made my way to his door and opened it. It clicked as the knob turned and I held it out for him to walk in. With one last look he walked in and walked over to the side of the bed. He grabbed two pillows, leaving four, and set them on the floor by the side of the bed. I shut the door and hurried over grabbing him before he lay on the floor. He looked at me as I held on to his elbow.
"No, don't its okay. I'll take the floor." I smiled earnestly and he shook his head.
"No way in hell. Take the bed." I motioned for me to get on with his chin. I shook my head then sighed.
"We both," I almost bit back my words, but decided to press forward. "Can have the bed." I said softly. "There's enough room and I don't want to see you sleep on the floor just because of me." He guessed this was a Mexican standoff and stood up slowly.
"I would do a lot of things just because of you." My breath hitched and I decided it was best if I got in bed. I began to breathe again and walked around him to get in the sheets. He grabbed his pillows and dashed his way to the other side of the bed tossing the pillows on and gingerly slid into the bed. The sheets moved as he stretched his legs and I turned to face the outside of the bed. I tucked my legs in just a little bit and closed my eyes. After a few minutes he began to toss and turn. Not staying in one position for too long. I turned my head to look at him. He had his face buried in the pillow and arms wrapped around in holding it in a death grip.
"Do you want to switch?" He nodded in the pillow. I inched my way over to where he was and he looked at me. "Just crawl over me. I don't want to get up." He turned his head slightly and heaved himself up.
"Sorry." He whispered. He reached a hand over me and his right leg next.
"You own a bed, but you don't have a side?" I looked up at him curiously.
"Well I don't normally sleep in a bed. This one's new too." He put his left leg in the slight gap that was between my legs and I tried to steady my pounding heart. His eyes trailed the length of my body then stopped abruptly and he moved the rest of the way to the other side. I turned again on the side facing outwards and took a deep breath trying to regulate my heart beat. I closed my eyes and after a few minutes he began to toss and turn again. I chuckled. I looked over. He had his head under the pillow and he was facing up with his hands over the pillow.
"Switch?" He nodded after a second's hesitation. He took the pillow off his face and looked at me again.
"I really am sorry." I blinked shrugging my shoulders. The sound of sheets sashayed to my ears. I turned around and inched to the middle of the bed.
"It's okay. It's not your fault." I watched him as he turned lifting himself up and hovered over me.
"You say that." My heart was pounding in my ears and I had a hard time keeping my breath regulated. He put his knee between my thighs. He had one hand on either side of my head. "I'm sorry." He whispered softly. I shot up without thinking and grabbed his face bring his lips down to mine. As if he was expecting it he reciprocated. I gently bit his lower lip and proceeded to kiss him. He shook his head when I pulled away to catch my breath. "No I can't."
"Sure you can." I kissed him again.
"But I can't take advantage of you like this." He closed his eyes as if trying to fight back the urge.
"You won't. Trust me." I tried to persuade him moving my hands down to the hem of his shirt and finding an opening and slipping my hands onto his stomach and chest. He contorted his face in pained pleasure.
"No I can't." He whispered in a husky voice. A second later he eyes opened and they were a deep red raging in his eyes. I leaned forward and whispered in his ear.
"Sure you can." He growled deep in his throat and I felt him against my thigh. I leaned back and before I could touch my back to the bed again he used one of his arms to wrap around my back and pulled me to him. I gasped as I was pressed to him. He captured my lips on his and I ran my hands along his shirt trying to get it off. I leaned back as he took it off and I marveled at what I couldn't earlier. He laid sloppy kisses along my jaw and down my collar bone. He hovered over where my pulse was the strongest. I could feel his cool lips and breathe lingering over it. I leaned forward and he continued with a low moan. He worked his way back up and to below my ear lobe. He began to speak in a language I had never heard. His accent made a bulrush of warmth to below my stomach.
"Nid yw fy nghariad yn wiry yn gadael I mi eich brifo." He whispered. I whined as he let me back on the bed. He caught my lips again for a kiss and I moaned deep in my throat. He used a free hand to start at my knee and skimming his way down. I whined again. His hand reached my hip and his hand toyed with my underwear. His shirt I wore had risen up long past that. I moved to try and to get him to oblige me, but he wouldn't move his hand past my hip. Slowly he began to work his way to my stomach. I reached up kissing him with ferocity to get him to understand my need for him. He only moved his hand up to tease the wire of my bra. I whine growled and rolled against his chest feeling him through the clothe of his pants. I ran my hands down, but before I could shove his pants off he grabbed my hands on one hand and held them firm. I squirmed underneath him and growled almost feral. His hand disappeared from the wire of my bra and in a blur of motion he had stripped off my under wear and let go of my hands. I was free to shove off his pants. He grabbed the nape of my neck carefully and forced me onto him. I cried out in the suddenness of his movement and he kissed me to muffle my euphoric cries. He released just as fast and I yelled out again in anger.
"I hate you." I growled between pants. "I really hate yo – ah!" I screamed again as he entered me and I nuzzled his neck. He wrapped his arms around me and leaned back until I was sitting on him. I kissed him passionately. I wrapped my arms around his neck and tangled my fingers in his hair. He tightened his grip on me and pulled me closer. At the same time he rocked his hips and sent me into a flurry of spasms. I dug my nails into his scalp and back. One of his hands roamed to cup my breast and I moaned again. He traced soft circles over the skin with his thumb as we returned to passionately kissing. Our tongues dances and shared our combined mouths. I grabbed his shoulders and managed to throw him against the pillows. His eyes opened and they glowed a brilliant color red. He put his hands on my hips and he gave a wicked smirk before thrusting into me. I screamed and held onto the head board for support. He continued this way until I could feel myself begin to dive over the edge. I could tell he was close too. His red eyes swirled with his brown eyes kaleidoscope together. I leaned down and kissed him passionately. I grabbed his face and ran my fingers through his hair. I felt light headed from lack of oxygen and I pulled away panting. He groaned and I laid kisses down his neck and to his chest. I looked up once more and saw his eyes were completely brown and with a final thrust both of our climaxes consumed us. My body convulsed onto his and pitched forward. I fell beside his exhausted and panting. I pulled the shirt I wore down to cover my bare legs as far as it would go and I felt him dig around for his PJ bottoms. Once they were on he moved the air out of my face and kissed me. He wrapped his arms around me pulling my close and I buried my face in his chest.
"Sweet dreams, fy anwwyl." I closed my eyes with two thoughts on my mind. I had run my fingers through his hair and I ruined his crisp sheets.
Hello so as most of you can probably tell my first M fanfiction well mostly smutty M fanfiction (god shes talking to herself again) I didn't want this chapter to be so long, but I guess it just happened that way oh and hope you enjoyed the lemons ;)