Love Bites

Chapter 9

I took a step back. My heart was beating faster and faster, my hands shaking. He stayed quite still; staring blankly at the lake.

"I'm sorry my, my head got the better of me." I stuttered

"Don't be," He said.

He moved towards me and started one of the best kisses of my life. The butterflies in my stomach were now dancing and twirling as the intensity of the kiss increased.

He broke the kiss. "I'm sorry I never told you about this, I really am; but I love you,"

We dove back into an amazing kiss that made me feel like I was the luckiest girl alive. He wrapped his arms around my back and pulled me closer. Every kiss felt better than the last. I seemed to melt in his cold arms.

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SCARLETS POV

He was still shaking. I held him in my arms trying to bring him back fully.

"Chase,"

He stirred and carried on shaking

"C'mon just stop it!"

Chase continued writhing.

"Chase, SNAP OUT OF IT!"

His eyes rolled back in his eyes. Coughing violently he began to move, sitting up. And then he stood up, sorted his hair and helped myself up.

"I'm sorry, that was...rather strong hate he had there!"

I smiled lightly, suppressing the urge to cry from relief. I really thought I had lost him, and if I did, I really would be lost.

He kissed my forehead and lightly hugged me. "Shouldn't we be going now?" He asked peering down the alleyway. "I mean his not far off."

"Oh crap yeah!" I frantically pulled apart the bag to find the things.

Ollie had packed some of his own clothes and a bottle of lightly scented Cologne to mask Chases scent from the approching vampires. For me there was a pair of bootcut jeans, a small white t-shirt, some light perfume and some vans. At the bottom of the bag was a long Parka coat for me and a duffle coat for Chase.

We wandered down the alleys until we found a clothing store. On the outside it was dark and dingy matching the surrounding alleyways. Its purple peeling sign now read 'Pm's Cots Sop'. The windows were dusty and dirty and the manakins wore clothes from twenty years ago. Bright pinks and neon blues clashing in a war to be the ugliest colour on the dress.

Stepping in we heared the 'ring' of the bell and the clattering of feet. A stocky woman in her 50's rushed into the store looking flustered and paniky. Before calming and looking us up, and down. She raised an eyebrow.

"Um, have you got..." My eyes wandered the shop looking for a peice of clothing I could try on. "Um...ur...a pair of pin striped trousers?"

The woman, who was short and amusingly stocky with a blue dress and white apron, gave me the same look, one eyebrow raised and a questioning stare. "What size?" She said slowly.

"Uh 6, 7, 8, 9, or 10, cause they can be...uh...different depending on the brand?" I said nervously.

"And can I try that simply divine suit over there, the mauve one please." Chase said. He was reading her emotions and learning about how the shop keeper likes to be spoken to.

She smiled adoringly at him. "What size would that be my dear?" I tuned of for the moment.

"Changing booth two...Changing booth two....CHANGING BOOTH TWO!"