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The Past Leads to the Future
Was love supposed to wrap you up in knots and toss you around?
I’d never really experienced love, outside of the love I felt for my parents. After watching TV shows and movies and reading so many books I figured it was like what the guy in the movie ‘Possession’ said, that there were many different kinds of love. That being said, there was a time when I thought about whom I loved and what I loved.
I still loved my parents. That wasn’t going to change. I loved being able to sit and read without anyone bothering me. I loved the cool breeze that came in from the ocean once the sun set. I loved stroking puppies and kittens because their fur was always so soft.
Did I love Simon that quickly? I wasn’t sure. I liked him, and I cared about him, and I was comfortable enough with him that I was more than willing to spend time with him outside of the house (when I wasn’t feeling so tired), but I didn’t know if I loved him.
I always thought there’d be some kind of a sign or a revelation, or someone screaming, “You’re in love!” in my ear. So far, I hadn’t seen any of that yet, so I wasn’t sure.
It looked like Simon loved me, but he hadn’t said anything about it yet. I never knew it could happen so fast.
~*~*~*~
My heart was racing in my throat when Simon asked if he could spend the night, and I didn’t know what to say. I wanted him to stay so I could talk to him some more and get the chance to be next to him, but I didn’t know if I wanted him there all night.
Simon was the first boyfriend I’d ever had, the first actual boyfriend. When I was still in school there was another vampire there that I thought was cute. We were a couple through half of English and all of History before he went and sat with another girl in Chemistry, and then our relationship was over.
I looked at him, helpless in that gorgeous blue gaze of his, and sighed. “Simon, I don’t know. I mean, I like being with you, I like talking to you, but I don’t know. It’s just… I’m not…” Sighing again, I got up and sat down on the bed, my legs hanging off the edge.
He turned and pressed his cheek to my knee, stroking my calf with his hand. “Erin, I get that you’re not ready for that. I’m just asking if I can stay here until morning while you sleep. I’ll even lie down on the floor while you sleep up there.” He was almost at the point where he was hugging my leg desperately. “I can’t handle leaving you alone again.”
“Simon.” I slid down off the bed and wrapped my arms around him, sighing into his chest. “I don’t want you to go, either. I’ve gotten used to having you around.”
He chuckled, the sound a low rumble under my ear. “Good. Now all I have to do is convince you to move out with me so we can get our own place.”
“Simon, we can’t do that. Number one, I need to work so I can get paid and get enough money to get my own place one day. Number two, your parents would cut you off if you moved out, especially with me.”
He started to say something, so I reached up and covered his mouth with my hand. “Shut up for a second. I know you hate that your mother treats me like trash, but you’re just going to have to deal with it until the both of us can get out of here without any backlash.”
He kissed my palm and nodded, and I pulled my hand away, kissing his cheek. “Besides, if we moved out, we wouldn’t get to see your mother freak out over nothing, and I wouldn’t get the chance to freak out your sister.”
“That is true. Mick does need a good freak out now and again.”
I kissed him again, this time on the mouth, and gave in to the urge to rub my cheek against his. “One day we’ll move out, and we’ll be far enough away from your mother that we won’t have to listen to any of her crap.”
“Erin, we might have to move to the moon to get far enough away from my mother.”
I snickered against his cheek, then stood up and gathered up the tank top and sweatpants I usually wore to bed. “Then get to building that spaceship, Simon.” I left him laughing as I headed into the bathroom, and had a quick shower before I got dressed.
Brushing out my hair, my eyes weren’t really focused on anything, but after a while they centered in on my reflection in the mirror. I looked at myself in the glass, trying to see what Simon saw every time he looked at me, but all I could see was a pale young woman with dark hair and eyes a touch too big with the purple circles below them a touch too dark. Maybe he liked that ‘close to death’ look.
Okay, maybe I was a bit tough on myself, but I just couldn’t see it. Maybe he was just special. Maybe I was.
I walked out of the bathroom and headed over to the bed, sitting down on the edge, looking at Simon who was sitting in the chair in front of my computer desk. His eyes went wide when he saw me, and he gave me a smile that made me feel hot and cold all over and sent shivers up my spine. Those eyes of his looked like hot pools of dark blue, and he slowly got up, walking over to where I was sitting after turning the light off.
His hand came up to slide over my damp hair, and he bent his head to kiss my shoulder. “You smell amazing, Erin. Now, get into bed before I can’t stop kissing you.”
I got under the covers and settled down, and Simon settled down on the floor, one of my pillows resting under his head. He must’ve been tired because he fell asleep quickly, leaving me awake and alone, trying to block out the sound of his heart beating and his blood rushing through his veins.
God. The taste of him was powerful and sweet. I licked my lips and I could still, barely, taste the warm, spicy, addictive blood that I’d licked off of his mouth. I’d almost forgotten what he’d tasted like, and was a little surprised that he’d never mentioned what I’d done when we were younger. Maybe he’d blocked it out, and that was for the better.
I pulled the pillow close so I could look down at him sleeping, and soon drifted off.
The next evening, Simon ‘liberated’ me from the house and took me walking through the city. We even wandered into a few stores and he bought me a new dark red wool coat, despite my repeated protests that he didn’t need to buy me anything.
He just chuckled, tweaked the ends of my hair, and kissed me quiet.
We started walking down the street, and I could see someone looking at us on the other side of the road. I stopped, leaving Simon to keep on walking, and looked at the guy who had stopped to stare at me.
He looked like a teenager, Hispanic, but he looked bigger that he was supposed to, like he spent his days working out. He had dark hair falling over into his face, covering dark eyes. This guy was dressed like a thug in huge black boots and a black leather jacket, and looked like he’d stab the next person who bumped into him.
He looked like he’d seen too much, too much of what, I didn’t know, and was sure that he’d be seeing a lot more of it.
There was something about him that made me want to walk up to him and make him feel better. Kids his age shouldn’t have so many shadows in their eyes. It made them look dangerous and damaged at the same time, and this guy looked slightly more damaged than dangerous.
I could feel this confused and somewhat-interested look appear on my face, and licked at suddenly dry lips. His eyes went wide for a split second, telling me he must’ve seen my fangs, and he gave me a slight nod, like a salute, still watching me.
“Erin? What’re you looking at?”
“What?” My head came around, seeing Simon standing there in front of me, then I turned back to look at the guy across the street. “Do you know who that is over there?”
He looked, and reached for my hand again. “That’s Donovan. I’ve seen him in some of the clubs. I don’t know him, but I’ve heard stories about him from others. He comes and goes, like he’s looking for someone.” He gently tugged on my hand when Donovan started walking away, then pulled me closer, draping an arm around my shoulders as we walked. “Was he bothering you?”
“No, just watching me. It’s okay.” I slid my arm around his waist as we walked, thinking we looked so much like a couple to people we brushed past.
His hand squeezed my shoulder, and I felt him kiss my temple. “Okay, love. I was curious. Don’t want anyone hurting my pretty girl.”
That one word ‘love’ sent a cold shudder through my body, and I had a feeling that he wasn’t going to let me go. Ever. There was that one part of me that was scared, that didn’t want to be caged by another werewolf, but it was battling against the other part of me that wanted to stay wrapped around him for as long as he’d let me.
Was that second part love?
Love was very confusing, and I started wondering if there was a Complete Idiot’s Guide to Love that I could buy.
Was love supposed to wrap you up in knots and toss you around?
I’d never really experienced love, outside of the love I felt for my parents. After watching TV shows and movies and reading so many books I figured it was like what the guy in the movie ‘Possession’ said, that there were many different kinds of love. That being said, there was a time when I thought about whom I loved and what I loved.
I still loved my parents. That wasn’t going to change. I loved being able to sit and read without anyone bothering me. I loved the cool breeze that came in from the ocean once the sun set. I loved stroking puppies and kittens because their fur was always so soft.
Did I love Simon that quickly? I wasn’t sure. I liked him, and I cared about him, and I was comfortable enough with him that I was more than willing to spend time with him outside of the house (when I wasn’t feeling so tired), but I didn’t know if I loved him.
I always thought there’d be some kind of a sign or a revelation, or someone screaming, “You’re in love!” in my ear. So far, I hadn’t seen any of that yet, so I wasn’t sure.
It looked like Simon loved me, but he hadn’t said anything about it yet. I never knew it could happen so fast.
~*~*~*~
My heart was racing in my throat when Simon asked if he could spend the night, and I didn’t know what to say. I wanted him to stay so I could talk to him some more and get the chance to be next to him, but I didn’t know if I wanted him there all night.
Simon was the first boyfriend I’d ever had, the first actual boyfriend. When I was still in school there was another vampire there that I thought was cute. We were a couple through half of English and all of History before he went and sat with another girl in Chemistry, and then our relationship was over.
I looked at him, helpless in that gorgeous blue gaze of his, and sighed. “Simon, I don’t know. I mean, I like being with you, I like talking to you, but I don’t know. It’s just… I’m not…” Sighing again, I got up and sat down on the bed, my legs hanging off the edge.
He turned and pressed his cheek to my knee, stroking my calf with his hand. “Erin, I get that you’re not ready for that. I’m just asking if I can stay here until morning while you sleep. I’ll even lie down on the floor while you sleep up there.” He was almost at the point where he was hugging my leg desperately. “I can’t handle leaving you alone again.”
“Simon.” I slid down off the bed and wrapped my arms around him, sighing into his chest. “I don’t want you to go, either. I’ve gotten used to having you around.”
He chuckled, the sound a low rumble under my ear. “Good. Now all I have to do is convince you to move out with me so we can get our own place.”
“Simon, we can’t do that. Number one, I need to work so I can get paid and get enough money to get my own place one day. Number two, your parents would cut you off if you moved out, especially with me.”
He started to say something, so I reached up and covered his mouth with my hand. “Shut up for a second. I know you hate that your mother treats me like trash, but you’re just going to have to deal with it until the both of us can get out of here without any backlash.”
He kissed my palm and nodded, and I pulled my hand away, kissing his cheek. “Besides, if we moved out, we wouldn’t get to see your mother freak out over nothing, and I wouldn’t get the chance to freak out your sister.”
“That is true. Mick does need a good freak out now and again.”
I kissed him again, this time on the mouth, and gave in to the urge to rub my cheek against his. “One day we’ll move out, and we’ll be far enough away from your mother that we won’t have to listen to any of her crap.”
“Erin, we might have to move to the moon to get far enough away from my mother.”
I snickered against his cheek, then stood up and gathered up the tank top and sweatpants I usually wore to bed. “Then get to building that spaceship, Simon.” I left him laughing as I headed into the bathroom, and had a quick shower before I got dressed.
Brushing out my hair, my eyes weren’t really focused on anything, but after a while they centered in on my reflection in the mirror. I looked at myself in the glass, trying to see what Simon saw every time he looked at me, but all I could see was a pale young woman with dark hair and eyes a touch too big with the purple circles below them a touch too dark. Maybe he liked that ‘close to death’ look.
Okay, maybe I was a bit tough on myself, but I just couldn’t see it. Maybe he was just special. Maybe I was.
I walked out of the bathroom and headed over to the bed, sitting down on the edge, looking at Simon who was sitting in the chair in front of my computer desk. His eyes went wide when he saw me, and he gave me a smile that made me feel hot and cold all over and sent shivers up my spine. Those eyes of his looked like hot pools of dark blue, and he slowly got up, walking over to where I was sitting after turning the light off.
His hand came up to slide over my damp hair, and he bent his head to kiss my shoulder. “You smell amazing, Erin. Now, get into bed before I can’t stop kissing you.”
I got under the covers and settled down, and Simon settled down on the floor, one of my pillows resting under his head. He must’ve been tired because he fell asleep quickly, leaving me awake and alone, trying to block out the sound of his heart beating and his blood rushing through his veins.
God. The taste of him was powerful and sweet. I licked my lips and I could still, barely, taste the warm, spicy, addictive blood that I’d licked off of his mouth. I’d almost forgotten what he’d tasted like, and was a little surprised that he’d never mentioned what I’d done when we were younger. Maybe he’d blocked it out, and that was for the better.
I pulled the pillow close so I could look down at him sleeping, and soon drifted off.
The next evening, Simon ‘liberated’ me from the house and took me walking through the city. We even wandered into a few stores and he bought me a new dark red wool coat, despite my repeated protests that he didn’t need to buy me anything.
He just chuckled, tweaked the ends of my hair, and kissed me quiet.
We started walking down the street, and I could see someone looking at us on the other side of the road. I stopped, leaving Simon to keep on walking, and looked at the guy who had stopped to stare at me.
He looked like a teenager, Hispanic, but he looked bigger that he was supposed to, like he spent his days working out. He had dark hair falling over into his face, covering dark eyes. This guy was dressed like a thug in huge black boots and a black leather jacket, and looked like he’d stab the next person who bumped into him.
He looked like he’d seen too much, too much of what, I didn’t know, and was sure that he’d be seeing a lot more of it.
There was something about him that made me want to walk up to him and make him feel better. Kids his age shouldn’t have so many shadows in their eyes. It made them look dangerous and damaged at the same time, and this guy looked slightly more damaged than dangerous.
I could feel this confused and somewhat-interested look appear on my face, and licked at suddenly dry lips. His eyes went wide for a split second, telling me he must’ve seen my fangs, and he gave me a slight nod, like a salute, still watching me.
“Erin? What’re you looking at?”
“What?” My head came around, seeing Simon standing there in front of me, then I turned back to look at the guy across the street. “Do you know who that is over there?”
He looked, and reached for my hand again. “That’s Donovan. I’ve seen him in some of the clubs. I don’t know him, but I’ve heard stories about him from others. He comes and goes, like he’s looking for someone.” He gently tugged on my hand when Donovan started walking away, then pulled me closer, draping an arm around my shoulders as we walked. “Was he bothering you?”
“No, just watching me. It’s okay.” I slid my arm around his waist as we walked, thinking we looked so much like a couple to people we brushed past.
His hand squeezed my shoulder, and I felt him kiss my temple. “Okay, love. I was curious. Don’t want anyone hurting my pretty girl.”
That one word ‘love’ sent a cold shudder through my body, and I had a feeling that he wasn’t going to let me go. Ever. There was that one part of me that was scared, that didn’t want to be caged by another werewolf, but it was battling against the other part of me that wanted to stay wrapped around him for as long as he’d let me.
Was that second part love?
Love was very confusing, and I started wondering if there was a Complete Idiot’s Guide to Love that I could buy.
wooooooooo. another new part. with another cameo by one of *ZomaS-M's characters, Donovan. hope you like it, doll. 
i'm having that title problem again, so i'm going to go through and edit all the titles to just the narrator and the part number, and have the whole title at the top of the text section.
this was another one of those ones where i wrote some, then went back and tried again. i like this version more.
edit 6/22: some more fiddling, and a little adding on. Donovan is my favourite cameo.
i'm having that title problem again, so i'm going to go through and edit all the titles to just the narrator and the part number, and have the whole title at the top of the text section.
this was another one of those ones where i wrote some, then went back and tried again. i like this version more.
edit 6/22: some more fiddling, and a little adding on. Donovan is my favourite cameo.
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The Past Leads to the Future
Was love supposed to wrap you up in knots and toss you around?
I’d never really experienced love, outside of the love I felt for my parents. After watching TV shows and movies and reading so many books[,] I figured it was like what the guy in the movie ‘<img src="e.deviantart.net/emoticons/w/w…" width="15" height="15" alt="
" title="Wink/Razz" />ossession’ said, that there were many different kinds of love. That being said, there was a time when I thought about whom I loved and what I loved.I still loved my parents. That wasn’t going to change. I loved being able to sit and read without anyone bothering me. I loved the cool breeze that came in from the ocean once the sun set. I loved stroking puppies and kittens because their fur was always so soft.
Did I love Simon that quickly? I wasn’t sure. I liked him, and I cared about him, and I was comfortable enough with him that I was more than willing to spend time with him outside of the house (when I wasn’t feeling so tired), but I didn’t know if I loved him.
I always thought there’d be some kind of a sign or [DELa] revelation, or someone screaming, “You’re in love!” in my ear. So far, I hadn’t seen any of that yet, so I wasn’t sure.
It looked like Simon loved me, but he hadn’t said anything about it yet. I never knew it could happen so fast.
~*~*~*~
My heart was racing [in my throat...HUH?] when Simon asked if he could spend the night, and I didn’t know what to say. I wanted him to stay so I could talk to him some more and get the chance to be next to him, but I didn’t know if I wanted him there all night.
Simon was the first boyfriend I’d ever had, the first actual boyfriend. When I was still in school[,] there was another vampire there [WHO][DELthat] I thought was cute. We were a couple through half of English and all of History before he went and sat with another girl in Chemistry, and then our relationship was over. [LOL! I HAD A BOYFRIEND LIKE THAT ONCE.]
I looked at him, helpless in that gorgeous blue gaze of his, and sighed. “Simon, I don’t know. I mean, I like being with you, I like talking to you, but I don’t know. It’s just… I’m not…” Sighing again, I got up and sat down on the bed, my legs hanging off the edge.
He turned and pressed his cheek to my knee, stroking my calf with his hand. “Erin, I get that you’re not ready for that. I’m just asking if I can stay here until morning while you sleep. I’ll even lie down on the floor while you sleep up there.” He was almost at the point where he was hugging my leg desperately. “I can’t handle leaving you alone again.”
“Simon.” I slid down off the bed and wrapped my arms around him, sighing into his chest. “I don’t want you to go, either. I’ve gotten used to having you around.”
He chuckled, the sound a low rumble under my ear. “Good. Now all I have to do is convince you to move out with me so we can get our own place.” [WHOA! BRAKES, DUDE.]
“Simon, we can’t do that. Number one, I need to work so I can get paid and get enough money to get my own place one day. Number two, your parents would cut you off if you moved out, especially with me.”
He started to say something, so I reached up and covered his mouth with my hand. “Shut up for a second. I know you hate that your mother treats me like trash, but you’re just going to have to deal with it until the both of us can get out of here without any backlash.”
He kissed my palm and nodded, and I pulled my hand away, kissing his cheek. “Besides, if we moved out, we wouldn’t get to see your mother freak out over nothing, and I wouldn’t get the chance to freak out your sister.”
“That is true. Mick does need a good freak out now and again.” [LOL!]
I kissed him again, this time on the mouth, and gave in to the urge to rub my cheek against his. “One day we’ll move out, and we’ll be far enough away from your mother that we won’t have to listen to any of her crap.”
“Erin, we might have to move to the moon to get far enough away from my mother.”
I snickered against his cheek, then stood up and gathered up the tank top and sweatpants I usually wore to bed. “Then get to building that spaceship, Simon.” I left him laughing as I headed into the bathroom, and had a quick shower before I got dressed.
Brushing out my hair, my eyes weren’t [DELreally] focused on anything, but after a while they centered in on my reflection in the mirror. I looked at myself [DELin the glass], trying to see what Simon saw every time he looked at me, but all I could see was a pale young woman with dark hair and eyes a touch too big with [DELthe] purple circles below them [DELa touch too dark]. Maybe he liked that ‘close to death’ look.
Okay, maybe I was a bit tough on myself, but I just couldn’t see it. Maybe he was just special. Maybe I was.
I walked out of the bathroom and headed over to the bed, sitting down on the edge, [AND LOOKED][DELlooking] at Simon who was sitting in the chair in front of my computer desk. His eyes went wide when he saw me, and he gave me a smile that made me feel hot and cold all over and sent shivers up my spine. Those eyes of his looked like [hot pools of dark blue...NOT QUITE GETTING THIS DESCRIPTION], and he slowly got up, walking over to where I was sitting after turning the light off.
His hand came up to slide over my damp hair, and he bent his head to kiss my shoulder. “You smell amazing, Erin. Now, get into bed before I can’t stop kissing you.”
I got under the covers and [settled down], and Simon [settled down] on the floor, one of my pillows resting under his head. He must’ve been tired because he fell asleep quickly, leaving me awake and alone, trying to block out the sound of his heart beating and his blood rushing through his veins.
God. The taste of him was powerful and sweet. I licked my lips and I could still[DEL, barely,] taste the warm, spicy, addictive blood that I’d licked off of his mouth. I’d almost forgotten what he’d tasted like, and was a little surprised [DELthat] he’d never mentioned what I’d done when we were younger. Maybe he’d blocked it out, and that was for the better.
I pulled the pillow close so I could look down at him sleeping, and soon drifted off.
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The next evening, Simon ‘liberated’ me from the house and took me walking through the city. We even wandered into a few stores and he bought me a new dark red wool coat, despite my repeated protests that he didn’t need to buy me anything.
He just chuckled, tweaked the ends of my hair, and kissed me quiet.
We started walking down the street, and I could see someone looking at us on the other side of the road. I stopped, leaving Simon to keep on walking, and looked at the guy who had stopped to stare at me.
[He looked] like a teenager, Hispanic, but [he looked] bigger [THAN][DELthat] he was supposed to, like he spent his days working out. He had dark hair falling over into his face, covering dark eyes. This guy was dressed like a thug in huge black boots and a black leather jacket, and [looked] like he’d stab the next person who bumped into him.
[He looked... USING ‘LOOKED’ ALOT HERE] like he’d seen too much, too much of what, I didn’t know, and was sure [DELthat] he’d be seeing a lot more of it.
There was something about him that [made] me want to walk up to him and [make] him feel better. Kids his age shouldn’t have so many shadows in their eyes. It [made] them [look] dangerous and damaged at the same time, and this guy [looked] slightly more damaged than dangerous.
I could feel this confused and somewhat-interested look appear on my face, and licked at suddenly dry lips. His eyes went wide for a split second, telling me he must’ve seen my fangs, and he gave me a slight nod, like a salute, still watching me.
“Erin? What’re you looking at?”
“What?” My head came around, seeing Simon standing there in front of me, then I turned back to look at the guy across the street. “Do you know who that is over there?”
He looked, and reached for my hand again. “That’s Donovan. I’ve seen him in some of the clubs. I don’t know him, but I’ve heard stories about him [DELfrom others]. He comes and goes, like he’s looking for someone.” He gently tugged on my hand when Donovan started walking away, then pulled me closer, draping an arm around my shoulders as we walked. “Was he bothering you?”
“No, just watching me. It’s okay.” I slid my arm around his waist as we walked, thinking we looked so much like a couple to people we brushed past.
His hand squeezed my shoulder, and I felt him kiss my temple. “Okay, love. I was curious. Don’t want anyone hurting my pretty girl.”
That one word ‘love’ sent a cold shudder through my body, and I had a feeling that he wasn’t going to let me go. Ever. There was that one part of me that was scared, that didn’t want to be caged by a[DELnother] werewolf, but it was battling against the other part of me that wanted to stay wrapped around him for as long as he’d let me.
Was that second part love?
Love was very confusing, and I started wondering if there was a Complete Idiot’s Guide to Love that I could buy. [LOL! IF YOU FIND IT ERIN, LET ME KNOW.]
~~~
Not much to crit. A pretty squeaky chap. Just a few spots where you used certain verbs over and over... feel, make, look... but that’s about it.
I don’t remember Donovan from before. Is he new?
Take what you need.
KM