Forever Yours (7 page)

“Slow down,” I shout as the car floats around the sharp bend
and almost crashes into a tree. Dalton jerks the wheel and the car
is now positioned back onto the lane. I briefly sigh in relief and
I turn my heavy, weak head in his direction. I reach out and clasp
my hand onto his, but he rudely pulls his hand away from me and I
have to hold back my tears at his rejection.

“Don’t touch me, I’m poison Rose,” he says in a dark, snarling
voice. I shake my head at him, as I lean across the centre arm rest
to look up at him.

“You’re not poison, please look at me,” I say, as I reach out
my hand and tilt his chin towards my face. He jerks his head away
from me and I scowl at him in anger. “What’s wrong, talk to me,” I
plead.

“You wanna know what’s wrong; I fed on you, that’s what’s
wrong.” I shake my fists in frustration –why is he acting this way?
I was under the impression that he didn’t care about me, so why is
he so angry with himself for feeding on me? I can’t understand him,
he is a puzzle that’s missing the final piece and I am powerless to
solve it.

“You say that you have no feelings and that human life means
nothing. If that’s true, then why are you so angry about feeding on
me?” Dalton clasps the bridge of his nose and then he looks at me
with those eyes –blue and gorgeous. I stare into them as I await
his response.

“I don’t … care, but it was wrong for me to feed on you. I
took advantage of your feelings and I’m a monster, who has marked
you with those wounds.” I nervously push my hair away from my face
as I begin to fight Dalton on his claims.

“I don’t believe that you don’t care about me. I saw it in
your eyes when you kissed me. You feel something for me, if you
didn’t, then I would be dead right now.” Dalton snarls and I jump
when he hits out at the steering wheel in frustration. The noise of
his hands beating against the wheel is deafening and I let out a
scream when the car slides off the road and into the nearest ditch.
The car spins and then it finally stops, I let out a deep breath as
I wipe the cool sweat that has formed on my forehead away. Dalton
grips the wheel, heavy breathing until he finally meets my
stare.

“I don’t have feelings for you; I told you when I met you that
I wasn’t going to make you my girlfriend. Why don’t you believe me?
Do I need to prove it to you?” Anger is building in my throat and I
feel like I am about to explode, I know that he cares about me. He
just needs to let in his feelings and accept the fact that he is
capable of caring.

“All I want you to prove is that you do care about me. When I
look into your eyes, I see … compassion. I know that if you just
let in your feelings, then we could be something.” Dalton laughs at
my question and I now I am even angrier than before.

“What do you see when you look at me?” I blush –is this a
trick question? He should know by now that I care and have feelings
for him, so why he is embarrassing me with this question? I shift
nervously in my seat as I feel his eyes burning through me. I turn
to look at him, but Dalton grabs my face, firmly in his cool hand.
He tilts my chin upwards so that I am looking directly into his
eyes.

“I see Dalton, the beautiful, charming guy that I’m crazy
about.” Dalton sniggers and then he pushes my face away as if he is
disgusted with me. I feel terrible, rejected and alone. I rest my
head against the door frame as I feel exhausted and weak. I close
my eyes and my head crashes into the plastic of the door, my eyes
pop open for a split second and then they jam shut. I can feel
Dalton’s cold hand pawing at my face and then I hear his husky
voice.

“ROSE,” he exclaims, inside I am smiling as now I know that he
does care. I can feel myself slipping in and out of consciousness,
but I am vaguely aware of Dalton’s hands on my body. He is
caressing every part of my skin as he tries to wake me, but my eyes
remain firmly shut. I feel his hand on the back of my neck, pushing
my head forwards. My body is limp and I have no control over my
arms or legs, I feel weak and powerless as Dalton paws my face. His
icy hand is squeezing my cheeks together and then I can feel them
trying to open my eyes. My brown eyes remain closed and that’s when
I feel his icy fingers open my mouth. He pushes his wrist into my
mouth and as my lips lock around his skin, I can feel something
wet. The salty liquid is pouring down my throat and I nearly choke
from the volume. My eyes jolt open and I quickly lunge into the
air, wrapping my arms around Dalton’s neck. He holds me for a split
second and then he pushes me away. His hands remain clasped onto
each side of my face, his eyes are narrowed and he seems as if he
is focusing really hard. As Dalton stares into my eyes, I catch a
glimpse of his wrist and I am stunned when I see that his skin is
blood stained. I shake my head in confusion and Dalton steadies my
movement with one frim hold. I push my lips together and the salty
taste is now even more powerful. As I look at his wrist and feel
the wet, liquid on my lips, I realise that he has feed me his
blood.

Five

“Have you just fed me your blood?” I say in a quiet voice.
Dalton presses his lips together and then he roars the engine of
the car. He stares at me as he pushes his foot down onto the gas
pedal and I feel uneasy, but revitalized. I was weak, I couldn’t
see or keep my eyes open, now I feel –like me. I am not tired or
weak, just a little bit sore from bumping my head against the
doorframe. I shake my head in disbelief, Dalton has fed me his
blood, and somehow it saved me. I could feel myself slipping away
and Dalton healed me –and he says that he doesn’t care. My mind is
rushing with so many thoughts, as Dalton drives too fast in
silence. I look out of the window and I panic when I see that we
are nearing my house. I know that once Dalton stops the car, he
will be gone and I will be faced with the wrath of my uncle George.
I went out without telling him where I was going and now its past
midnight and I have two puncture wounds on my neck. How I am going
to explain this to him? Dalton halts the car at the front of my
house, he switches off the engine and then he turns to face me. His
eyes are blue and I can’t help smiling as I take in his beauty. His
golden hair has flopped out of its slicked back state and now it’s
messy and carefree. His full lips are a deep shade of red –blood
stained and they are slightly parted. His strong jaw is tense under
his skin and as he looks at me, I feel that he is tortured,
vulnerable and alone. I reach out my hand for his, but he shakes
his head at my offer. I pull my hand back and I clasp both of my
hands together on my lap. I let out a sigh when I feel Dalton’s
hand moving across the nape of my neck. His cool fingers feel good
against the burning of my wounds and I close my eyes from the
desire of his touch. He moves his fingers away from my neck and now
they are sliding through my brown hair, I tense my eyes in pleasure
and then I smile when his hand grazes my cheek.

“You are so beautiful,” he whispers in a dark voice. My eyes
jolt open and I focus my retinas on his. His deep stare is tense
and burning, I need him. I reach out and wrap my arms around his
neck, he flinches at my touch, pushing me away at first and then,
he gives into my affection and I smile when he wraps his arms
around me. His cool hands are sliding along my back and I can hear
him inhaling my scent as our bodies touch. I rest my chin on his
shoulder as he whispers in my ear. “I could never survive if
something happened to you,” I grip him tighter and my arms begin to
ache from the pressure. Tears begin to flow from my eyes and
flutters begin in my heart. He does care about me, he doesn’t want
anything to happen to me –he cares about me and my human life. I
always knew that he had some type of feelings for me, but now with
his touch and words, I know that he cares deeply about me. I pull
back from him and he looks at me with those eyes –blue and
stunning. He places his hand onto my chest and I slightly jump from
the icy temperature.

“Your heart rate is low; I need to stay with you tonight.” I
bite my lower lip as those words pass from his lips.

“I don’t understand,” I say in a confused voice. Dalton
exhales and then he presses his hand further into my
chest.

“You were slipping away from me and I had to feed you my
blood. But your heart rate is starting to fall, I need to stay with
you, because…,” Dalton trails off in mid-sentence and I narrow my
eyes at him in confusion. I pull back from him and I shake my head
at his half-answers. He wants to stay with me; therefore he wants
me to invite him in. I can’t do that, I won’t put my uncle and his
family’s life in danger and anyway what would I tell George, ‘ah,
Dalton is staying with me tonight’ –I don’t think so. My uncle
would have a heart attack if he knew that Dalton was sleeping in my
room with me. I shake my head at him and his crazy
suggestion.

“You can’t stay with me; my uncle would never allow it.”
Dalton leans forward and rests his forehead onto mine. He takes a
deep breath and then he focuses his eyes on mine.

“If you die with my blood in your system, then you will become
a vampire. I can’t leave you alone knowing that risk. Please, let
me stay with you.” I jump back in horror –I can’t die, I can’t be a
vampire. I push open my door and I run out into the dark night. I
rush towards the front door and I thrust it open with a fluid
motion. I walk through the hallway, pulling my hair over my wounds
as I march. I walk through the narrow hall and I pop my head around
the doorjamb of the living room. My uncle is sitting in his
favourite chair, sipping a beer and watching the latest game on
cable. He looks really peaceful as he lounges and as I open my
mouth to speak, I fear that his peace may vanish when he sees
me.

“George,” I say in a sweet voice. He instantly turns around
and faces me, turning the TV down as his eyes meet mine. He doesn’t
look angry –just disappointed and that’s far worse,
anyway.

“Where have you been?” He exclaims. I shift my weight from
foot to foot as I think of an answer.

“I was with Dalton, the movie ran late and then we had some
car trouble. I’m sorry I didn’t call,” I say as I flash him a
smile. He shakes his head at me and then he gives me the all
clear.

“Don’t let it happen again, bugs.” I flash him my awkward
smile and then I bolt along the hallway and up the stairs. I rush
into my room and I throw myself down onto my bed, kicking off my
converses in the process. My head rests against my pillow and my
whole body jumps, when I hear a knock against the window. I slowly
rise from the bed and I make my way over to the ledge. I pull back
my curtains and I am startled, when I see Dalton situated in the
large oak tree, which spans our entire garden. He stares at me and
then he clasps the bridge of his nose as he signals for me to open
the window. I sigh and then I give into his commands. I confidently
push out my windows, knowing that he can’t enter without an
invitation. Dalton leans forward and his eyes are burning through
me. I step back from the window as he begins to plead with me to
let him in.

“Rose, please invite me, I want to hold you, will you let me
do that?” I exhale and then every bone in my body is screaming out
at me to let him in. My lips are hungry for his cool kiss and my
skin is tingling at the thought of his icy hands wrapped around me.
I consider my options for a brief moment and then I rush over to
the window and lock my eyes on his.

“Dalton, would you like to come in?” He smiles and then flies
in through the window at super speed. I jump back from him as he
towers above me. We stare into each other eyes for what seems like
forever and then I reluctantly pull my eyes away from him. I rush
over to my closet and I pull out a pair of shorts and an oversized,
grey t-shirt. I yank my t-shirt from my body and I smile as I feel
Dalton’s eyes burning through me. I push the other shirt over my
head and then I turn to face Dalton, as I unbutton my jeans. He
stares at me –wide eyed and hungry with those white lips. I flash
him my awkward smile and then I ask for some privacy.

“I need a minute.” I say, my cheeks beginning to blush.
Dalton’s lips turn up at the corners and now he is fully smirking
at me. My cheeks are on fire as he edges closer to me.

“I won’t peek, I promise,” he says in a wicked tone. I pout my
lips at him and then he smiles and turns away from me. I quickly
pull down my jeans and replace them with my checked shorts. I
scrunch my hair into a loose bun on the top my head and then I make
my way over to my bed. I fall down onto the surface –my head heavy
and an overwhelming exhaustion creeping over me. I slide under the
covers and my eyes half-shut, but they jolt open when I see Dalton
walking over to my bedside. He looks down at me –with worry and
kindness filling his deep blue eyes. He leans down to my level and
he places his hand onto my forehead, I shiver from his touch, but
reach out my hand and place it onto his chest. He quivers at my
touch and then he briefly closes his eyes as he lightly
exhales.

“I’ll sleep on the chair,” he says as he looks over at my
hard, leather chair. He smiles at me and then he begins to walk
away. I extend my arm and I grab a fistful of his white t-shirt. He
jerks forward, as he stops in his tracks. I rise up slowly –not
taking my eyes from his as I do.

“Stay with me,” I say as I slide over and make room for him.
He rolls his eyes at my offer and then he shakes his head as he
carefully positions himself onto my bed. He stretches out his legs
and rests his head against my purple pillow. His eyes dart to mine
and I smile when he extends his arm for me to curl into his body. I
take his offer, I huddle myself into his cold chest and I slightly
shiver from his icy skin. I can hear him slowly breathing, so I
rest my head onto his chest, as I want to bask in the sound. His
hand is caressing my shoulder and his chin is resting on my head. I
inhale his scent –a combination of cologne and liquor. My eyes
close, as his fingers make their way along the skin of my arm and I
let out a gentle groan at his affection. With his body so close to
mine, I want and desire his kiss. I open my eyes and I fix them on
his, my lips part and then I ask him for his forbidden
kiss.