vampires could definitely out rule one werewolf. Right?
“What do you say we ditch?” Carson asked the next morning.
“To where?”
“My house.”
“I don’t even have a car.” I told him.
“I do.”
“Let’s go.”
We got in the car and Carson grabbed my hand before pulling out of the lot.
“How are you today?” Carson asked me.
“Good. I still don’t get why you won’t turn me.”
“That’s what humans in the past thousands of years who have encounters with us don’t understand. It’s painful. Unnatural. You’d hate your life.”
“And that’s where you’re wrong, ” I started. “I’ll hate my life if you don’t turn me. Because I’ve been through a hell of a lot in the past month then I would have my whole life. And you know I’ve already chosen you over everyone single other person in the universe. And you keep telling me to stop wanting the life I want but yet you can’t and won’t keep away from me. And now you’re bringing me to your house?”
I took a deep breath. Carson just stayed silent. I thought he was going to shout at me or stop the car and tell me to walk back right now. Instead he turned to me not even watching the road. Then he took his hands off the wheel and brought me to him trailing a line of kisses up my neck until he reached my mouth, kneading with great ferocity. Until I kissed him back. Losing myself in the moment. We wrapped our arms around each other. Finally we pulled away breathless.
“You truly are amazing.” Carson said through gasps of air.
“Well I don’t know anyone else who can drive without hands or eyes, ” I joked.
He pulled in to the drive of one of the small houses. It was like all the other ones with wind chimes and dream catchers.
“Come on,” he pulled me in the house.
The kitchen was the first room. There was an old wooden table with three seats. Old cabinetry lined the walls. The other side was living room with a flat screen which did not seem that it belonged there. He led me up to a bedroom that must be his. Pictures were taped up on the wall everywhere. Mainly groups of teenage boys at many different places. I recognized Carson in every single one of them. There was a bed on one end, a stereo with about a hundred Cd's of all different music genres.
“Very comforting, ” I stated.
“Oh come on. You probably have a better place than this back home.”
“Yeah only because my dad’s a doctor and my mother’s a lawyer.”
“And what do you want to be?”
“A werewolf.” I said almost on instinct. Would I have green eyes if I did? Would I get one of those tattoos?
“Leslie! Please. ”
“You know I’ll never give up.”
“I won’t either.” He walked towards me stopping just inches away. “I’ll do anything to keep you as a human. No one should have to live through breaking the force of nature. It’s our mother. We are the outcasts.”
“I know, ” I whispered gently stroking his tattoo. Then I adjusted my eyes studying all the photos on the wall.
Chapter 7
He caught me looking and walked over to them. “You’re probably wondering why I have all of these. And I really don’t know. It’s just something I do. This here, ” he pointed to a group of four boys. One being him. They were under a huge clock tower I recognized immediately . It was snowing fiercely , yet they were all wearing short sleeves. Typical werewolves. “This is me and some other wolves , which just
“What do you say we ditch?” Carson asked the next morning.
“To where?”
“My house.”
“I don’t even have a car.” I told him.
“I do.”
“Let’s go.”
We got in the car and Carson grabbed my hand before pulling out of the lot.
“How are you today?” Carson asked me.
“Good. I still don’t get why you won’t turn me.”
“That’s what humans in the past thousands of years who have encounters with us don’t understand. It’s painful. Unnatural. You’d hate your life.”
“And that’s where you’re wrong, ” I started. “I’ll hate my life if you don’t turn me. Because I’ve been through a hell of a lot in the past month then I would have my whole life. And you know I’ve already chosen you over everyone single other person in the universe. And you keep telling me to stop wanting the life I want but yet you can’t and won’t keep away from me. And now you’re bringing me to your house?”
I took a deep breath. Carson just stayed silent. I thought he was going to shout at me or stop the car and tell me to walk back right now. Instead he turned to me not even watching the road. Then he took his hands off the wheel and brought me to him trailing a line of kisses up my neck until he reached my mouth, kneading with great ferocity. Until I kissed him back. Losing myself in the moment. We wrapped our arms around each other. Finally we pulled away breathless.
“You truly are amazing.” Carson said through gasps of air.
“Well I don’t know anyone else who can drive without hands or eyes, ” I joked.
He pulled in to the drive of one of the small houses. It was like all the other ones with wind chimes and dream catchers.
“Come on,” he pulled me in the house.
The kitchen was the first room. There was an old wooden table with three seats. Old cabinetry lined the walls. The other side was living room with a flat screen which did not seem that it belonged there. He led me up to a bedroom that must be his. Pictures were taped up on the wall everywhere. Mainly groups of teenage boys at many different places. I recognized Carson in every single one of them. There was a bed on one end, a stereo with about a hundred Cd's of all different music genres.
“Very comforting, ” I stated.
“Oh come on. You probably have a better place than this back home.”
“Yeah only because my dad’s a doctor and my mother’s a lawyer.”
“And what do you want to be?”
“A werewolf.” I said almost on instinct. Would I have green eyes if I did? Would I get one of those tattoos?
“Leslie! Please. ”
“You know I’ll never give up.”
“I won’t either.” He walked towards me stopping just inches away. “I’ll do anything to keep you as a human. No one should have to live through breaking the force of nature. It’s our mother. We are the outcasts.”
“I know, ” I whispered gently stroking his tattoo. Then I adjusted my eyes studying all the photos on the wall.
Chapter 7
He caught me looking and walked over to them. “You’re probably wondering why I have all of these. And I really don’t know. It’s just something I do. This here, ” he pointed to a group of four boys. One being him. They were under a huge clock tower I recognized immediately . It was snowing fiercely , yet they were all wearing short sleeves. Typical werewolves. “This is me and some other wolves , which just
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