My Own Personal Beethoven

Chapter Six

(Short chapter is short...*lesigh*)

An IV bag? She soon began to sweat and her breathing became labored.

“Her pure blood is taking over too fast…she needs bitten. Go find Tristan.” Helen said.

Caleb was gone.

“Helen…”

“Sshh, dear…ssshh…”

“What’s wrong…with me?”

“Your little fight must have caused this to happen but you’re changing. When you turned 18, your body began to change…your need for real food disappeared, as Tristan took note of at lunch yesterday. That’s the first sign. This is very advanced though and only Tristan can change you…the betrothed is the only one allowed to bite you. All other bites wouldn’t work…or I’d get you out of this. This blood should help a bit. It’s our energy source. That and sleep. Try to rest, dear…” Helen said before humming.

Hannah closed her eyes and listened, sleep slowly stealing her.

Elsewhere…

Caleb found Tristan sitting at the pond. They came here quite often as children.

“Tristan.”

He looked back at his older brother.

“What’s wrong?”

“Hannah collapsed. Her transition is very powerful and strong…you need to hurry or she’s going to die.” It’s taking over too quickly. We had to go.” Caleb said before getting back on his motorcycle.

Tristan got into his car and followed him home.

“She’s in mom and dad’s room.” Caleb said.

Tristan walked in there, only to find his mom by her beside. She looked angry.

“Bite her and then meet me in the kitchen.” Helen said before leaving.

Caleb went with her, leaving the two of them alone.

“Hannah?”

Her blue eyes popped open at her name. She was in a lot of pain and very weak.

“I need you to trust me…”

Hannah nodded the best she could. He gently tilted her head back and kissed her neck.

“I’m not here to hurt you but this won’t be pleasant either..”

He slowly sunk his fangs into her skin. She hissed and grabbed onto his shoulder but let him do what he needed. He pulled away and his mouth with his hand. Her body was stiff, no sign of life. And then she sat up and opened her eyes.

“Tristan…why did this happen after we fought?”

“I don’t know, Hannah…but my mom wants to talk to us. If you can stand…” He said.

She slowly slid off of the bed and got a few steps before almost falling. He put his hands on her torso. The two of them stood face to face and in that moment, Tristan would have blushed if he could have.

“Biting a spouse is the most intimate thing a vampire can do. Now, you two need to get yourselves together. You’re a couple. I think the stress of it all has cause you both friction. I don’t want sass or sarcasm, you two are going up to the cabin on break. You’re married, you two will learn to get along. Start acting like this wedding actually happened.” Helen said before leaving.

They both would have been blushing if blood still ran through their veins.

“Thank you…by the way…for helping me out, Caleb…I’m going to go lie down for a while…” Hannah said before going upstairs.

She curled under the blankets and stared at the ceiling. Most intimate thing…yep…if she could have, she would have blushed.

“Don’t.”

“What?”

“Tristan. You’re jealous already because she’s taken a liking to me. You forget…the heart knows what it wants. Her rage and jealousy, imagining you with another woman, it set her off. You’re clearly soul mates. Besides, I have Claudia.” Caleb said.

“No…that’s not what’s happening. And no, we’re not soul mates…”

“So…then, you won’t mind if I have a go at her? Bet she’s a screamer.” Caleb said.

Tristan slammed his hand down on the counter and glared at a smiling Caleb.

“See. Anger and jealousy. I love Claudia…who I need to call. Go cuddle with your wife.” Caleb said, still smiling as he went outside.

Tristan smiled and made his way up the stairs. She was wide awake when he walked in. He laid next to her.

“I’m sorry…for arguing…”

“Me too…”

“Friends?”

She growled lowly.

“No…I mean…husband and wife can be friends too?”

“Are you treating me differently  because I’m a vampire now too?” She asked

“No…just…Caleb is a jerk sometimes…”

“What does that have to do with us?”

“A lot…trust me.”

And from that moment on, she did trust him.

…She had to…