The Devil's Gift/The Bloody Handed

7

"Come on, open the door Clary. Everyone left." My back was up against the door and my eyes were closed.

"You let me suffer Eddie. You grabbed every one of those letters- read them. And you couldn't see how much I was hurting?" I feel tears try and escape through my eyes.

"I was still.. figuring it out. I grabbed them to get as close to you as possible without hurting you by accident. If you had died and came back you'd be freaked too."

"But I wouldn't let you think I was dead for so long. All you had to do was write me a letter. Every day got harder and harder. Some days were easy until I found a reason to think about you. Then other days I couldn't even move an inch." I stand up and open the door, staring at him. "It's like you don't even care."

"I do care. I just.. I didn't want you to feel anything different for me. I was in town, I knew it was your birthday. I was going to find you then all of a sudden I find this girl about to get hit in the road. Low and behold, it's Clary Gregerson." He gestures his hands out to me. "You would have been dead if I wasn't there."

"Yeah. And I really wanted to be dead at the moment. Happy birthday to me I guess. Look- I'm happy you're here Eddie. But these last few months have been nothing but endless suffering and pain. Waking up. Going to sleep. Showering. Eating. It was all a struggle." I feel a tear rub down my cheek as I wrap my arms around my waist.

"I knew you looked a little different.. I'm sorry Clary. I wanted you to care for yourself not starve yourself."

"Well beggars can't be choosers, right?" I shrug.

Eddie slowly nods and walks towards me. "You've lost too much. And I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." His arms reach around and pull me into him. The back of his hand rests on my hair. "The cut looks great." I feel him smile against my head, but all I could do was focus on hugging him back. Sure I was pissed off, but this is my person. Always will be. But I wasn't going to reject an embrace I've been craving for months now, knowing you could truly lose anything at any moment.

"I need sleep. Do you mind?" I point over to the bed, and he shakes his head.

"No, no. Not at all. I'm just gonna.. go over here." He walks over to his guitar hanging on the wall, touching it. "I missed you." He whispers as he strums the strings. I roll my eyes, and slightly laugh as I tuck myself into the thin sheets.

The bed shifts and he hops in right next to me. "Do you.. you know, sleep?" I ask.

"Of course I sleep! Like I said, not your stereotypical vampire." He gets closer to me, and I hesitantly get closer to him. I wasn't sure of how to act around him anymore. He was the same old Eddie, but I haven't held him in forever. I wasn't used to his embrace. His arm snakes around me, as he lightly traces my scars under my shirt with his slightly colder than usual fingers. My body trembles at the foreign touch and I breathe in.

"Is this okay?" He asks reassuringly.

"Yeah, yeah.. just not used to this anymore. That, and you're cold." I give him a soft smile and he returns it.

I lift up my wrist, and untie the handkerchief. I swing it in front of his face. "See? Still got it. Wore it every day." I place it on the nightstand.

"You didn't wash it?" He asks pointing to the small blood stains.

"Nope." I shake my head. "Like I said.. I wanted to keep you as close to me as possible. You read the letters, Eddie." I found myself looking at his features. It was almost as if he was too perfect now, considering he was no longer human. I reach my hand up and touch his cold cheek, feeling my touch warm up the area.

We slowly start to lean into one another, and within moments we were met with harsh kissing. He pulls me into his body, his knee pushing up in between my legs. He was definitely a lot stronger. He pulled me in and dragged me across the bed with little to no effort. He starts to push himself into me more, and I do it in return. Through the clothes, he felt amazing. But I knew we weren't ready for anything else yet.

All of a sudden, Eddie sits up and tears off his black shirt. It revealed all of his tattoos in his glory. His abdomen was muscular but slim. He positions himself to hover over me, his stone necklace dangling in my face. I put my hand on his chest, and trace the tattoos with my nail.

"You have no idea what you do to me, Gregerson." He smiles and shakes his lead, coming down onto my lips again. I grab onto the back of his neck and pull him into me, while his hands desperately try to find a way to get my shirt off. I start to hear a ripping of fabric, and his hands now accessing the whole top part of my body. I feel his hands passionately dig at me.

He pulls back, and gives me a teasing smile. "I bet you missed that, huh?" He raises an eyebrow.

"Hm.. it could be better." I tease.

"Oh, do you think?" He leans down again and his hands start to grab at my hips as his body thrusts against mine. I couldn't help but let out sounds of satisfaction while he did it himself.

Our whole night was spent passionately kissing and cuddling. Talking. We dared not to go any father, because we both knew it wasn't the best choice. But I can't lie- I wouldn't be mad.