Forever Yours (#3) by Deila Longford Page B

exhale, my face is
burning.
    “I need you to hold on, meet me in my room, okay?” I pull his hands away from
my face and I run towards the front door of my house. The door is locked, so I
rummage in the nearest plant pot, until I find the spare key. I let myself in and I
tip toe up the stairs and into my room. The house is cold, dark and quiet. I
gently push open my door and I jump when I see Dalton, standing in the dark
with his eyes burning red. I feel scared, so I switch on the night light and I begin
to slide my borrowed dress from my body. Dalton strides over to me as I
rummage through my closet for an oversized t-shit. I find one and I slide it over
my head, pulling my hair around my neck. Dalton smiles at me and then he
leads me over to my bed. He lies me down flat and then he kisses me softly,
before he slides his lips onto my neck. His daggers collide with my skin and I
flinch from the sudden sting. He feeds for a few a seconds and then he pulls
back, a little trickle of blood is caressing his lower lip. I lunge forward and kiss
him, tasting the blood and wishing that I were like him. I can’t hold back my
desire; I need to tell him how I am feeling.
    “Please, turn me,” I whisper. Dalton shakes his head –a firm no. He surprises
me when he lifts my hand and pulls it to his mouth. My body begins to shake, as
he tilts my hand to reveal a bulging vein on my wrist. His eyes turn red and his
lips harden into a white mask. He pulls my wrist closer to his mouth and I have
to ask him why he is suddenly so tempted by my wrist. “What are you doing?”
He pulls his eyes away from the bulging vein to look into my eyes.
    “Your neck is pretty scarred up; I need to feed from another part of your body!”
I sigh, but I feel scared and excited about his new feeding spot –I am so weird.
Any other girl would be terrified of him, but not me. I am tempted and I desire
him more, knowing that he is a vampire. If I had the chance to change him into
a human, I wouldn’t. I don’t want him to be any other way –it’s me that I want
to change. I will not stop fighting, until he makes me like him. I refuse to live
without him.
    Dalton focuses his eyes back onto my wrist and he places his cool lips onto my
skin. His lips part and his daggers sink into my skin. The pain is more powerful
than in my neck and the pleasure is even more intoxicating. My hands harden
and my nails tear into his back, as he feeds from my wrist. My eyes won’t stay
open and I feel myself slipping into a pleasurable sleep. My head feels heavy
and I let it fall to the side and rest onto my pillow. Dalton pulls his fangs out of
my wrist and he gently caresses my cheek with his cold hand. I feel my lips
press into a smile and then the covers fall over my body. Dalton slips his hand
onto my cheek and I hear him whisper.
    “Goodnight, my beautiful Rose!” I don’t react to his words. I am scared that if I
question him about it, then he will harden and put up a wall. Inside, I am
screaming –he does care after all. I feel him moving away from me and in a
move that surprises me, I reach out and grab his jacket. I don’t open my eyes, I
simply say.
    “Stay with me,” I hear Dalton sigh and then the bed bounces as he climbs on. I
can hear him ripping of his jacket and then his arm extends and pulls me close. I
rest my head onto his chest, smiling inside as my face collides with his shirt. I
let myself fall into a deep sleep, dreaming of him and what it would be like to
be a vampire. If only he would turn me.

Two
    I wake the next morning to a sore head and a dry throat. The sun is blinding and
my eyes won’t focus on the light. I reach out my hand and I can feel him –
Dalton is here. My eyes pop open and I see him, lying next to me in all of his
perfection. Now that he is sleeping, I can take this moment to really appreciate
his stunning looks. He has flawless skin, perfect cheekbones and a broad,
straight nose. His lips are full and perfect. His light