Under the moon

Under the moon: Biting then fighting

“You said yourself ‘and I’ll love you until my end, even if it means I’ll end up in Hell scorching in flames.’ Did you not mean what you said? Do you mean anything you say?!”

“Adam, I just…you know what screw it! You could care less!”

“Damn right; you don’t mean what you say so what’s the point?!”

“I hate you! You can go to hell without me! I hate you!” I screamed.

“I should have broken your neck the second you bit me, no, I should have broken your neck the second you became a blood sucking freak. You will never be loved, not by me or anyone else ever!” He yelled. Adam storm out of my room and when he slammed the door the whole house shook.

I started crying at the things he had said to me. Did he really not love me?

I got up and my clothes were on the ground in tatters. I sighed and went to the closet to get some clothes that weren’t full of holes. How did I not notice it when he ripped them off?

I thought of when I drank his blood, and when we had kissed, and when we went sledding, and rode a shopping cart to the park. But I still can’t believe I said that to him! I’m so stupid! He’s right; I did say I would love him until the end, no matter what the consequence would be. And I know that but I…I wanted it to go slowly, and when you’re half naked with someone else in the room it’s hard to not feel uncomfortable. But that’s no excuse, I have to go and apologize to him or he’ll never ever love me again.

I walked to the other side of the hall where the guest bedroom was and knocked on the door.

“Adam…please let me in.” I said, I pleaded with no response at all for a long time. I threw my head back and howled in misery, wishing that I was a lycan and not a freak blood sucker that no one could love. It had to be twelve at night by now but I did this and I’m gonna fix it.

Adam’s POV

I’m so upset at myself; I shouldn’t have taken it so personally, I shouldn’t have said what I did, and I’d give the world to go back in time and change it. I just shouldn’t have gone so fast with him. He’s a year younger than me; I’m 16 and he’s 15, so it’s perfectly reasonable that he’s uncomfortable with something like that. Damn it! He had stopped begging with me through the door a while ago.

I opened the door and Drew was asleep, curled up into a little ball, shivering in the cold, next to the doorway. I picked him up gently, trying not to wake him and walked into our bedroom. His face was red like he’d been crying. I saw his close I had torn off, or at least what was left of them. I laid Drew on our bed and crawled into it next to him. The second I wrapped my arms around him, he spun around and looked at me.