Cold as glass

Chapter Eighteen

I know the council told me not to hurt him, but that the only thing that seems to make him stop when he like this. I open my mouth just for him to let me kiss me deeper, and as soon is tong touch mine, I bit down hard enough to draw blood. He got the message and pull back, then I punch him off of me, and elbowed him in the jaw.

Fang blink a couple time before his eyes turn back to there normal color, which at this point I wanted to hug him for being back to normal, but never would. "Luna are you OK," No not at all, I wanted to yelled, but decided against it.

So instead I just punched him in the arm, "Of course I am, nothing can or ever will hurt me," I said pridefully.

He smile, "that good, so nothing happen,"

"Nothing out of the normal, you kissed me and I hurt you, the same old, same old." 

"So is that why my mouth tastes like blood," he ask, and I nodded.

"By the way, why does your side keeps going after me in such ways," I ask, "it just doesn't add up, if he wants my blood then he can just bite me and drink me dried, and why me."

Fang just stared at me surprised, "you really have no ideal, do you seriously don't know why," he ask.

"Yeah, do you know why," I ask.

He nodded, "Why would someone wants to kiss somebody else," 

"Because they like them, but why would your other half like me," where is he going at this.

He closed his eyes before answering, "it not just him, and I don't why either." 

"What do you mean by that," I ask before it dong on me, "wait you can't be saying that you like me," I ask, that just unbelievable, yet he still nodded, "but why me,"

He stare at me, his eyes still the same eye color by the way, "I don't know why. You crazy, you mean, half the time you want to kill me, and you scared the living daylights out of most days. You love to fight, heck you only smile when you are shooting something to death. You laugh at others misery, and you act like you don't care about anyone unless you get to shoot them. The only things likable about you is your so rare and deadly smile, your laughter that sounds like a crazy person with a gun. The rare moments when you put everything down, just to save some human life, or when you get all excited when you get to fight, with your eyes glow with life while you fighting. You cold as glass, tough as stone, and probably the most prettiest, meanest, craziest, chick with a gun and blue eyes," he confessed.

There was a long silence, but right when Fang started to get up I decided to brake it, "Fang,"

"Yeah," he said turning around, his face was half hoping and half getting ready for rejection.

"Sorry,"

He nodded, "I figure as much, it okay I understand." he said with a sad smile, and he started to walk away.

"Wait let me finish," I said with a growl, he did. "Good, I'm sorry for all the times I'll hit you,"

He smiled a little, "okay, but why are you saying that now,"

"Because it clear to me now, that I clearly hit you hard to make you blind and even more stupider, if that  even possible, so wake up and realize your hated toward okay." I said smiling at him, then I kissed the side of his face.

He literally drop his jaw, "Wait did you just kiss me," I nodded.

"But don't expect me to ever do that again." I said returning to my cold self.

"But does that me I might have a chance."

"Chance at what," CI said in a monotoned voice.

"dating you," he said with smirk, finally returning back to himself.

"Of course not, not even a million years."

"Well from two millions to one millions year, that a huge increased," he joke quickly following me. Maybe a million hours, but he might have a chance, yeah right.