hadn’t be snapped
or rearranged or whatever, you would’ve been completely murdered! What the hell were you thinking?”
“I didn’t have a choice!” Jack responded, and he was suppressing the urge to laugh at my minioutburst.
“There was a good chance that I would die no matter what I did. In case you haven’t
noticed, I’m a
lover, not a fighter.”
“That’s not an excuse,” I grumbled, but a smile started to curl up at my lips.
“I just needed to know you were safe. That was the only thing that mattered to me,” Jack said
earnestly and placed his hand on mine. Heat instantly spread through me, making my heart flutter, and I bit
my lip to fight it back, just long enough so I could finish being mad at him.
“Well, your safety is really important to me, so that needs to matter to you too,” I countered.
“I’m sorry. I won’t let it happen again. I promise.” At that point, I’m pretty sure that he would’ve
agreed to anything because he could feel the changes going on inside me, the lust that was starting build up
inside of me.
With that, I lunged forward, kissing him intensely and pressing my body against his. He gave into it
for a moment, but there was a hunger inside me that threatened to completely take control of my body. Just
when I was about to let it, he pushed me back from him, and that’s when I got the big sex talk. It basically
consisted of the fact that until I got things under control, we couldn’t really be physical in anyway because
there was a good chance that I would bite him and I wouldn’t stop until he was dead. That didn’t sound that
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great to either of us, so I planned on going through a rigid boot camp, similar to the one that Jack had put
Milo through.
After a few days of getting my bloodlust under control, Ezra thought it would be good if I went about
cleaning up what was left of my human life. That meant doing fun things, like going with Jack to my mom’s
house so we could have this incredibly intense fight when I said that I was moving in with Jack, again. She
tried to convince me to stay, then cried a lot, called me names and told me she loved me. She managed to play
the role of both good cop and bad cop.
When it was all said and done, she finally stormed off into the night. I packed up my things, and since
I felt incredible guilt, I “borrowed” money from Jack to leave her. Then maybe she wouldn’t have work so
hard, and at least that would be something. Milo called her after I left, as he had been infrequently doing since
he moved out. He got to make up all sorts of fancy stories about a boarding school in New York, and that
seemed to cheer her up a bit.
I got to formally drop out of high school, which I kind of enjoyed. Milo insisted that we both take our
high school equivalency at a later time so we could go to college if we wanted, and I agreed to it, but I didn’t
really have any intention of it. As far as I was concerned, I could spend the rest of my life as a trophy wife,
and that was fine by me.
There was the issue with my “best friend” Jane, but I didn’t know how to resolve that. When I went
to the high school, she saw me and instantly figured out what had happened. I still looked like me, but I was
hotter than I had been before, maybe even hotter than her. Either way, all the boys thought I was anyway,
because of my tricky vampire chemicals that made them think that way.
It was during the day, so I was incredibly tired. It was hard to get on read on whether she was annoyed
at me being a vampire, or just annoyed because people wanted me instead of her. We
exchanged a few heated
words, and she ended the conversation with the flippant, “I hope you have a good death,”
then stalked off,
doing her stiletto catwalk. I tried calling and text messaging her a few times, but she didn’t respond to any of
them.
Meanwhile, my life as a vampire was pretty damn awesome. There were missteps of getting the
or rearranged or whatever, you would’ve been completely murdered! What the hell were you thinking?”
“I didn’t have a choice!” Jack responded, and he was suppressing the urge to laugh at my minioutburst.
“There was a good chance that I would die no matter what I did. In case you haven’t
noticed, I’m a
lover, not a fighter.”
“That’s not an excuse,” I grumbled, but a smile started to curl up at my lips.
“I just needed to know you were safe. That was the only thing that mattered to me,” Jack said
earnestly and placed his hand on mine. Heat instantly spread through me, making my heart flutter, and I bit
my lip to fight it back, just long enough so I could finish being mad at him.
“Well, your safety is really important to me, so that needs to matter to you too,” I countered.
“I’m sorry. I won’t let it happen again. I promise.” At that point, I’m pretty sure that he would’ve
agreed to anything because he could feel the changes going on inside me, the lust that was starting build up
inside of me.
With that, I lunged forward, kissing him intensely and pressing my body against his. He gave into it
for a moment, but there was a hunger inside me that threatened to completely take control of my body. Just
when I was about to let it, he pushed me back from him, and that’s when I got the big sex talk. It basically
consisted of the fact that until I got things under control, we couldn’t really be physical in anyway because
there was a good chance that I would bite him and I wouldn’t stop until he was dead. That didn’t sound that
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great to either of us, so I planned on going through a rigid boot camp, similar to the one that Jack had put
Milo through.
After a few days of getting my bloodlust under control, Ezra thought it would be good if I went about
cleaning up what was left of my human life. That meant doing fun things, like going with Jack to my mom’s
house so we could have this incredibly intense fight when I said that I was moving in with Jack, again. She
tried to convince me to stay, then cried a lot, called me names and told me she loved me. She managed to play
the role of both good cop and bad cop.
When it was all said and done, she finally stormed off into the night. I packed up my things, and since
I felt incredible guilt, I “borrowed” money from Jack to leave her. Then maybe she wouldn’t have work so
hard, and at least that would be something. Milo called her after I left, as he had been infrequently doing since
he moved out. He got to make up all sorts of fancy stories about a boarding school in New York, and that
seemed to cheer her up a bit.
I got to formally drop out of high school, which I kind of enjoyed. Milo insisted that we both take our
high school equivalency at a later time so we could go to college if we wanted, and I agreed to it, but I didn’t
really have any intention of it. As far as I was concerned, I could spend the rest of my life as a trophy wife,
and that was fine by me.
There was the issue with my “best friend” Jane, but I didn’t know how to resolve that. When I went
to the high school, she saw me and instantly figured out what had happened. I still looked like me, but I was
hotter than I had been before, maybe even hotter than her. Either way, all the boys thought I was anyway,
because of my tricky vampire chemicals that made them think that way.
It was during the day, so I was incredibly tired. It was hard to get on read on whether she was annoyed
at me being a vampire, or just annoyed because people wanted me instead of her. We
exchanged a few heated
words, and she ended the conversation with the flippant, “I hope you have a good death,”
then stalked off,
doing her stiletto catwalk. I tried calling and text messaging her a few times, but she didn’t respond to any of
them.
Meanwhile, my life as a vampire was pretty damn awesome. There were missteps of getting the
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