As I stood by the window gazing at the moon, the door opened and quiet footsteps followed. I knew it was Alex, his scent filled the room the second he stepped in. His warm strong hands snaked around my waist while his torso pushed into my back as he pulled me into him. He leaned down his face and rested his chin on top of my head, his large body completely consuming my much smaller frame. I couldn't help but close my eyes and melt into him, his presence and scent comforting me making me feel safe.
"I hope you don't think about giving yourself up" As he spoke with his deep baritone voice, a vibration echoed from his chest into my back.
"There is no other way" I muttered, the thought of facing my death made my stomach twist.
His hands moved, grasping my shoulders as he sharply spun me around to face him. A gasp left my lips at the unwelcome sudden movement. I kept my eyes on his chest as his emerald depths burned into my face before placing his thumb and forefinger on my chin tilting my head gently to meet his eyes.
"We'll figure something out," the sincerity that burned in his eyes made my heart sink. Tearing my eyes away from his face and landing on his chest once again, I nodded ever so slightly, hating myself for betraying him.
His hand pressed against my cheek and I leaned into his hand, cherishing these moments while they lasted. He wiped the tear that escaped my eye with his thumb, his soft gaze never left my face as he gently lifted my face meeting my watery eyes again.
"Please... Don't cry" his emerald depths shone with affection and warmth. My heart slowly crumbled, seeing his tenderness towards me. Oh, how I wished my life wouldn't be so complicated. No one ever showed me as much affection as he did since my parents.
Since Henry wouldn't just let me live my life, and it was impossible to even get close to him never mind killing him, I had to let go of them and face him. Maybe I would get a chance to kill him. Maybe he would be man enough to want to kill me himself and I would actually have a chance at killing him. I knew it would have to be a miracle, but I held on to the little hope.
At the end of the day, hope was what kept me going all those years I ran. Hope kept me alive, hope guided me through my dark times after my parents were murdered and through the loneliness. Hope that one day, I could have a normal life. Since that was out of the question, I hoped for at least killing Henry and the slayers would have one less council member to worry about.
Here I was, in the hands of a man I loved. Was it love? I was going to put my life down to protect him. It was love. I was no longer lonely but I couldn't let him get killed because of me. I couldn't live with myself if that would happen.
I found his stunning green depths, he watched me intensely. His eyes slowly moved all over my features, studying me trying to figure out my thoughts. I found myself drowned in his eyes, not wanting to be rescued ever. I wished to be frozen at that exact moment, embraced in his strong hands with his intense piercing eyes on me and his scent of orange, musk and nutmeg overwhelming my senses every time I breathed in.
He lowered his lips to mine and gently brushed them against mine. Our noses brushed against each other, our foreheads connected, our breaths mixed together. "I love you" he whispered.
He pulled away, his eyes flicked between mine "are you hungry"
I shook my head, the last thing on my mind was food. He furrowed his eyebrows but didn't comment on it and I was glad. "I want a hot shower and bed" I smiled softly.
He nodded, gently took my hand and led me into the bathroom. He flicked the light on and I couldn't help but blink my eyes a few times to get used to the harsh lighting. He turned the shower on and walked behind me, lifting the tick jumper over my head and throwing it on the floor. His hands snaked around my waist, his touch on my exposed skin made a shiver run across my back and pulled me into his hard chest as his hot lips found my neck. Closing my eyes I leaned my head back on his shoulder, letting his presence completely consume me. He left a trail of kisses on my neck and then pulled away.
"I'll see you in a bit" he muttered before he left the bathroom, closing the door behind him. I smiled, happiness filled my heart momentarily.
I loved the intimacy we had. I loved the way my body felt against his and the way he said 'I love you'. Butterflies erupted in my stomach once again as the memory kept repeating in my mind. That memory would be cherished until my last breath.
Steam began to fill the bathroom and that snapped me out of my haze. I took off the rest of my clothes and stepped in. For a few minutes, I just stood there soaking up the heat. I let the water cascade over my hair and face down my body. My happiness was shattered when reality hit me. The woman's words reappeared in my mind. I kept replying all the possibilities that could happen and how could I turn it around. But nothing came to my mind no matter how much I tried.
After I washed my hair and body, I stepped out of the shower and realised my pyjama wasn't there. I put the fluffy towel around my body and stepped out.
The bedroom was empty, the lamp next to the bed was on and it was the only light illuminating the room. I walked towards my bag and took out an oversized t-shirt and shorts. As I pulled the t-shirt over my head, the towel fell off of my body to the floor. I quickly pulled down the t-shirt, slight paranoia washed over me that someone would see my nakedness. The t-shirt ended just under my bum. As I leaned down to pick up the towel, the door opened. My eyes widened, suddenly aware I was flashing my bum out in the open. I sharply stood up and turned around, Alex stood there holding a plate with food with his burning eyes on me. I threw the towel into the bathroom quickly and put on the short pyjama shorts.
He walked over to the bed and placed the plate in front of him. "Come, you need to eat...at least a little bit" his eyes bored into mine waiting to challenge him as I walked over and plopped myself next to him. My mouth watered at the lasagna, not realising how hungry I felt. My favourite. The last time I had it was when my mother made it for me, years ago. I was surprised my blood lust didn't kick in.
"Who made this" I found myself asking as the delicious taste had my taste buds exploding.
"Liam" the corner of his lips lifted slightly, his eyes watched me with curiosity.
"Mmm...it's delicious, he likes cooking I noticed," I said enthusiastically after I licked my finger.
He chucked "ya, ever since he was small. You could always find him in the kitchen helping mum."
"What do you like to do" I found myself asking when I realised I barely knew anything about him.
"Well...killing vampires took over my life, but before that, I used to play soccer and draw comics"
"Wow, I'd love to see one of your comics" my voice was a little bit higher than usual feeling enthusiastic as I imagined younger, skinnier Alex drawing.
Ghost of a smile appeared on his handsome face "everything got lost in the fire"
"Fire?" I furrowed my eyebrows.
"Vampires" was all he said.
I nodded understanding. His family were slayers, vampires were after them as much as they were after me.
"What do you like to do?" His voice snapped me out of my thoughts.
I cleared my throat "I love reading. Anything with science is my thing"
"Science?" He lifted his eyebrow at me as if he wouldn't believe me.
I creased my eyebrows "do you think im not smart enough for science?" I asked defensively.
"Oh no, I think you're smart, just hard for me to imagine you in the laboratory wearing a lab coat and goggles" he chuckled.
All of a sudden, his smile dropped, his whole demeanour shifted "did you meet your mate?"
My smile disappeared before I shook my head "I don't think I have a mate. I don't have a wolf"
He smiled, running his hand through his hair "that's good... because you have me. You don't need a mate"
We chatted for hours about our hobbies and our memories growing up. About our likes and dislikes. He told me about his first love and I told him about mine. We also talked about the death of our families and our life after the tragedies.
I allowed myself to be happy just that one night because I knew there wouldn't be many more nights like this. I knew the next day I had to face the reality. For a few hours, I forgot about all the problems and wished the night would never end.
After hours of talking, we both fell asleep tangled in each other's embrace. Engulfed in each others essence.
The next morning I woke up, Alex was gone. After dressing up in leggings and an oversized t-shirt I headed into the living room. The smell of freshly brewed coffee invaded my senses as I spotted Olivia sitting on the barstool, her back facing me and Sam sitting on the sofa, two laptops in front of him on the coffee table as he worked on them.
The heavy atmosphere that lingered in the apartment brought me back to reality.
Pouring myself a cup of coffee I sat next to Olivia. "Good morning" she muttered
"Morning, where is Alex and Liam," I asked before taking a sip of the hot liquid.
"They left early in the morning, they had some meetings" she explained. Her eyes were glued on the white granite counter.
"Hmmm..." Was my only response, I wondered what meetings they could possibly have.
After a few minutes of comfortable silence while we drank out coffee Olivia spoke "I'm happy you two are together" her voice sounded softer.
I tore my eyes away from my nearly empty mug and found her sky blue orbs. "Thanks" I smiled slightly
More silence engulfed us. The soft clicking of Sam's typing was the only noise in the apartment. Sudden severe guilt filled my body and mind. After finding the silence unbearable I turned towards Olivia again "I'm sorry" I mumbled.
"What for?" Her eyes were on me, concussion flashed in her sky blue eyes. Her eyebrows were high on her forehead.
"For...everything." My voice shook slightly. I gulped and continued "for Markus getting taken by vampires. For putting us into this situation. For the attack on the Base. For putting your lives at risk."
"Don't be sorry for something that's not in your control" she said her voice sounding soft, comforting. She placed her hand on my shoulder in a reassuring manner.
"That's the thing...it was in my control," My eyes glued to the granite top.
"What do you mean?" Her voice sounded confused but I also got the sense of urgency. I didn't dare to look at her. I didn't want to see the disappointment in her eyes from what I was about to tell her.
"If I controlled my strength that night I killed the girl, her brother wouldn't seek revenge. Therefore there wouldn't be any attack. Also if I killed Henry when I had the chance, we wouldn't be in this situation." I took a deep breath after I said it.
Olivia was quiet for a few seconds her body seemed tense, which made my heart quicken with every passing second. Just as I moved my eyes to her, her voice filled my ears "when did you have the chance to kill Henry"
"In the club. That night I first met him. He attacked me and I could have tried harder to kill him. But he ran, like the coward he is" Venom increased with each word that left my lips.
The corners of her lips lifted slightly, her muscles visibly relaxed while relief flashed in her depths "Ellie, you can't put all the blame on your shoulders. It will slowly kill you. Henry is at fault, not you" I nodded but it didn't make me feel any better.
I realised just then how precious Olivia was to me. She was my light in the darkness that surrounded me. She was like my sister I never had. Since the day I met her she was nothing but nice to me. She saw me as a person with feelings, not as a hybrid, a creature.
For the rest of the day Olivia, Sam and I spend the time together. I was more than happy to spend the day with her since I knew our time was limited. We talked about our childhood and her stories with Sam.