Forever Yours (#2)

by Deila Longford

  “I’m sorry,” Ryan looks confused, but he nods at my words. I spin around and push my way through the sea of people. I reach the bar and Charlene rushes over to me. I rest my arms on the bar, scanning the crowd to see if Dalton has followed me. Charlene reaches me, and she senses that I am upset. She places her hand onto my shoulder and then she asks me what’s wrong.

  “Babe, what’s wrong?” Tears are now flowing from my eyes and I feel stupid. “Sweetie, what is it?” Charlene urges.

  “Everything, Ryan, Dalton, it’s just a mess.”

  “Dalton, is he here?” I nod.

  “Yeah,” Charlene automatically scans the room, looking for Dalton. She turns to me when she doesn’t spot him.

  “Where is he?” She asks. I shrug my shoulders –where is he? I am mad at him, but I still want him to follow me and to try and encourage me to forgive him. Maybe I am being too selfish –again.

  “He was over there,” I say as I point to the back of the room. Charlene ducks her head around the drunken men, who occupy the bar and she can’t hold back her smile when she sees him.

  “I’m guessing that Dalton is the really hot guy who is heading our way?” I jump in my seat. I spin my head and there he is, gliding over to me in all of his vampire perfection. “He’s like a younger, hotter Ryan Gosling, oh my, he’s gorgeous,” Charlene gushes. I roll my eyes at her and my heart pounds when he reaches us. He stands in front me; holding is hand out for me to take it. I ignore his offer and I turn my head away from him. Charlene shakes her head at me, flashing me a cold look.

  “Rose,” Dalton says as he leans in and whispers in my ear. Every sense I have is tingling and screaming for me to spin around and lock my lips onto his. But I ignore my nagging senses –I am not going to cave in, keep telling yourself that Rose. “Rose, please look at me,” Charlene is scolding me with a dirty look and she can’t hold her tongue any longer.

  “For heaven’s sake Rose, just talk to the guy!” I hear Dalton laugh and then Charlene giggles. I exhale and then I give in. I turn around to meet Dalton’s stare and I lose my breath. He is so breath-taking that it paralyzes me, I need help. I reluctantly place my hand in his and he pulls me from the bar stool. Charlene smiles at me, with lust for Dalton in her eyes. He leads me across the dance floor and towards the exit. My heart is pounding when we step out into the cold night. Dalton walks me to a wooden bench that sits between two small trees. He sits me down and he takes the seat next to me. He deeply exhales and then my heart jumps when he begins to talk.

  “I’m sorry for … everything, okay?” I tap my fingers against my leg –I need to hear more than sorry from him.

  “That’s not enough,”

  “Then what do you want from me!” Dalton shouts, his eyes are flashing –he’s hungry.

  “I want you!” I scream. Dalton holds his head in his hands; he looks vulnerable, defeated and lost for words.

  “That’s the one thing that I can’t give you,” tears fall from my eyes –this can’t be it? I need him, I want him, and he needs to tell me that he wants me too. My life would be over if I didn’t have him, I can’t lose him.

  “Why? I don’t buy your excuse that you have no feelings because you are a … vampire. Just tell me the real reason, am I not good enough for you? Do you find me repulsive and not your type? C’mon what is it, am I not pretty enough for you?” Dalton hisses under his breathe –he’s mad at me.

  “You really think that you repulse me? It’s the opposite of that, I think that you’re the most beautiful, smart and loving girl that I have ever met. You make everything worthwhile. I can stand the constant desire for your blood, because being around you is worth fighting my nature for. All my life I have tried to fight my feelings. So many times I wanted to be numb and not care, but you came into my life and you ruined all of that.” I smile –finally he’s telling me what I want to hear.

  “Then don’t fight your feelings, be with me,” I move closer to him, reaching out and grabbing his hand as I do. He snarls at me and he pulls his hand away, my heart sinks at his actions.

  “You still don’t get it. I can’t be with you; I’m not the person that you think I am. Whatever we had is over!” I fall against the bench –it’s over? How can it be over? I love him, doesn’t he see that? Dalton looks sad, angry and desperate, I can’t sit here, I need to get away. I leap from the bench and I run as fast as I can back into the bar. I rush through the crowd and into the nearest bathroom. I lock myself into one of the cubicles and my head drops into my lap. I can’t breathe and my tears are streaming from my eyes. Dalton means everything to me and now he’s telling me that it’s over. We weren’t together in the first place, so how I can lose something, I never had? I hear the door of the toilet burst open and heavy footsteps fill the air. I peek out from behind my frizzy, tear soaked hair and I wonder who’s there. The footsteps grow louder and then there is a gentle nock on the door. I don’t answer –fearing that it’s Ryan. I really don’t feel like facing him right now and I am so upset that I am scared that I would only hurt him more. There is another knock, but this time there’s a voice along with it.

  “Rose,” the voice says, I scramble to my knees, my hearts in my mouth –what does he want? “I can hear you breathing; I know that you’re in there. Come out, we need to talk.” I bite into the flesh of my arm –please make him go away. I don’t need to hear him rejecting me all over again. “I can easily pull open this door, I’m giving you one last chance, come out!” Dalton’s voice is urgent, scary and commanding. I pick myself up from the floor and I wipe away my tears –he doesn’t need to see my crying as well. I push open the door and Dalton is there, looking down at me with those intense blue eyes. He reaches out his cold hand, but I ignore his gesture, and I push past him. I make my over to the sinks and I run the water. I splash some cold water onto my cheeks and I exhale when I feel Dalton’s hand on my back.

  “Maybe I should get some garlic!” Dalton laughs at my remark.

  “Funny, but it wouldn’t work, garlic is just a myth!” I roll my eyes –of course it is. I shut off the water and I rest my hands onto the sink –taking the weight from my feet. My eyes close when I feel Dalton’s hand slipping through my hair – what is he doing to me? He slides his free hand onto my stomach and he gently squeezes me. His lips move onto the back of my head as he inhales my scent. My lips are shaking with desire and I know what he wants. His icy fingers pull my hair away from my neck and I can see him in the mirror –another myth I presume. His eyes are red with hunger and now his cool lips are onto my neck. He gently runs his tongue along my skin and my eyes jolt from the pleasure. A deep snarling is forming in his throat and I know that he is about to bite. My heart is aching for him, but my head leaps into action. I am not going to be his blood bag; I don’t exist purely for him to feed on. If he doesn’t want me, then he can’t have my blood. I pull away from him and he falls against the sink. I rush over to the other side of the toilet and stand with my back against the wall. Dalton spins and he looks at me, confused and hurt. I smile –now he knows what it feels like. He runs his fingers through his hair and I notice that his eyes are still red from his desire. He lunges over to me, pinning me against the wall. My back is cold from the icy brick wall and my heart is pounding out of my chest. Dalton is looking down at me, cold and confused.

  “What was that?” He snaps. I wriggle under his presence, but he lifts my arm and holds it firmly against the wall. “I said what was that?” He snaps again.

  “You think I’m just going to let you feed on me, we’re over, remember?” Dalton eyes flash red –a deep shade that I have never seen before, he must be starving. I smile, I like this. I want him to be in pain, the same pain that I am in. If the only way I can cause him that grief is by not letting him feed, then that’s exactly what I am going to do. I am not his puppet; I can’t be his food source when he clearly knows that I love him. He is just taking advantage of me and I am not going to let it happen anymore.

  “I don’t
need your permission to feed on you,” he snarls. My heart pounds –is there still hope? He has said many times that he wouldn’t hurt me, so let’s test that theory. I maintain my blazing composure and I don’t flinch as he stares at me with those eyes –red and burning for the taste of my blood. He scowls at me and he leans in towards me. My heart is racing and I know that he can hear my rising anxiety, but somehow I don’t move when his lips touch my neck. His icy hands are holding me in place; this is it, he’s going to feed –without my permission. His lips harden around my neck and my eyes close, fearing the sting. I am shocked when his lips move away from my neck and my eyes open to see him staring at me. He rests his forehead against mine and he whispers.

  “What are you doing to me?” I remain still whilst he pins me to the wall. He looks defeated and he can’t deny what’s right in front of him –he cares. His lips scorch mine and his hands move into my hair. He pulls me closer, still kissing me firmly. My head is rushing with a million emotions all of them lead to one conclusion, I want him. It’s as if he can read my mind as he pulls me closer, kissing me like there’s no tomorrow. His hand slides onto my thigh, pulling up my lavender dress in the process. My hands slide onto his cold back, sinking my nails in. Our bodies join with an electrifying jolt and I squeal from the impact. Dalton pulls back and he gently laughs, then his lips melt back into mine.

  I fall against the floor, exhausted and mesmerized. Dalton lies next to me, panting for air. He looks at me and he pulls me into his chest, I rest my head and I need to say this.

  “I love you, Dalton!” He sighs and then lunges up from the floor, pulling his shirt over his head in the process. I fix my dress and I sit up, looking at him in confusion.

  “Don’t say that! You can’t love a monster!” He screams. I jump to his side.

  “You’re not a monster, I love you, please let me be with you.” I plead. Dalton laughs and runs his fingers through his hair. He pushes me back from him, disgusted at my words.

  “What kind of future do you imagine having with me?”

  “I don’t know, but I know that you’re all that I want. I know you feel the same, why won’t you just admit it?” Dalton shakes me.

  “Rose,” he screams. “What’s the point of admitting it? I can never be with you!” My head is spinning –he doesn’t make sense. He has just shown me that he cares, he could have fed on me, but instead he showed me love. I am confused, why is he toying with me? Does he like to see me in pain?

  “I don’t understand if you want me to see what you’re seeing, then you need to explain it better to me.”

  “I’m ageless, frozen in time, and you grow older every day. What’s the point of me telling you that I care; our lives are different, too different. You’re a human and I am vampire, we being together can never work. Do you understand what I’m saying?” Of course why didn’t I think about this before –me being human is what’s holding him back. I understand what he’s saying, we can never be together. My heart is racing, my head is spinning from our passion and the amount of alcohol that I have consumed, but I know what I want. Dalton is everything to me; he is the air that I breathe. The reason I get out of bed every morning, the light and the happiness at the end of my day. I’ll never want anything more than him, I need him and I know what I have to do. I fill the gap between us with a few strides and I take his hand in mine. I move closer so that our bodies are almost touching. I look up into his eyes and I clear my throat, I take a deep breath and then I let out those words that I have been longing to say.

  “Turn me!”

  Rose and Dalton’s story continues in, ‘Forever Yours –Part Three’ Coming soon on Amazon,

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