Too Human - Forbidden book 1

Chapter Thirty - Violet

Violet

I felt funny, I wasn't sure if it was a good thing or not. I could hear voices, harsh, frantic whispers, they sounded upset. I thought I was dreaming until I recognised one of those voices. I opened my eyes and Jager was sitting right next to me, my lip curled in cold fury, how had he found me? I’d covered my track not just from our uncle but from Jager too. I couldn’t believe he was here, I stared at him wondering what the hell he was doing here, how he knew where to find us. I looked over at Dustin, he was the only way he could have found me.

“Dustin, what did you do?” I accused. I knew I shouldn’t have been so mad at him but I couldn’t help it, he’d made such a stupid, stupid mistake bring him here.

“Vee, I –”

“Dustin, what is he doing here?” I demanded.

I sat up in bed, my head spinning and my stomach cramping, I could feel dry blood on my face and wiped blood off as I shot Dustin a scowl. I stood up but my legs were numb and couldn’t hold me up. Jager reached out to catch me but I flinched away from him, landing funny on my wrist, I curled my hand in a fist and let it go, flexing it.

“Don’t! Don’t touch me,” I growled out. “Dustin?” I looked up at my brother and he came over taking my arm and helping me up, I jerked on his arm pulling him from the room and into his.

“Dustin, tell me you didn’t bring him here,” I demanded.

“I did. What are you going to do about it?” he asked, squaring his shoulders.

“You are such an idiot! I can’t believe you did this to me. How could you? You know I –”

“Shut up!” he snapped. “Why can’t you just say thank-you and go see him.”

“I’ve worked so hard to move on and now you’ve brought him right here. What the hell were you thinking? You’re such an idiot.”

“Move on?” he snapped. “You mope around the house everyday and don’t tell me it’s because you’re sick, it’s because you miss him and you  hate living without him.”

“You don’t know anything about how I feel about him!”

“Wanna make a bet?”

“What’s the point? I’d win.”

“Are you sure about that?”

I glared at him and look down. “No,” I mumbled.

“Yeah, thats what I thought.”

“Just so you, I hate you,” I spat at him.

“I love you too, sis, now go,” he said shoving me towards the door.

“You bastard!” I threw over my shoulder at him.

We went back into my room and I ignored Jager for the moment in favour for Chasseur.

Chasseur shrugged. “I told you we’d see each other again,” she said.

“I’ve missed you, Chass,” I whispered, holding my arms out and she stepped into them holding my tightly to her, without breaking me. She pulled away and she and Dustin left the room. I had no choice but to turn to Jager.

“Shitty place you have here. Who’s your decorator?”

I felt like rolling my eyes at his statement, he was clearly uncomfortable. I reached out and touched his cheek and he turned into my hand. I pulled him towards me and touched my forehead to his. I let my breath out in a rush and he went entirely still.

“I’ve been so mad at you,” I told him, honestly. “But seeing you now, I just can’t be any longer. I thought you wanted me to leave, I thought you didn’t want me anymore. That you gotten tiered of me or maybe you didn’t like what you saw when I killed that other vampire, that I wasn’t innocent anymore or –”

 “What? No! I just wanted you to be happy. I thought it’s what you wanted.”

“It was. Until I got it. I’ve regretted it every day since. And now your here right in front of me. I’d think it were a dream if it weren’t for the damn head ache.” I pulled him down and put my lips to his. He was a little cold, but that may have been because I had a fever. If I kissed long enough, his lips would warm against mine.

“Oh God, I’ve missed you, Vee.”

I was trembling a little, it happened sometimes after the convulsions. “Me too,” I whispered.

Jager and Chasseur stayed a few nights. The first thing Jager did was cancel all his meetings for a week and then... his lips warmed up.

***

They stayed in Dustin’s room and Dustin shared my bed while they were here, I was making an effort not to get to close to Jager because it wouldn’t work anyway. Instead, we curled up on either ends of the couch and talked all night, about what we’d been doing for the last five years. The second night, I started cooking dinner for four until I realized that Chasseur and Jager don’t eat. I rolled my eyes at myself, hoping Alzheimer’s wasn’t another symptom. Annoyed I threw the wooden spoon at the sink.

Jager’s hands snaked around my waist from behind, and I leant back against him, completely melting in his arms. He kissed the side of my neck and I moaned.

“What are you thinking about, Vee?” he whispered against my neck, trailing kisses and little nibbles across my shoulder and up my neck.

“Oh, God, I can’t think at all when you’re doing that...” I moaned.

He turned me around to face him and I gasped as his fingers gently traced my jaw. Heat spread out from that bare contact, flooding my neck as he splayed his hand along the sensitive skin below my ear and around to my nape. Phantrip and its symptoms long forgotten, I felt no discomfort. Nothing but warmth and the feeling that maybe, just maybe I was going to be alright.

To my astonishment he leant down and kissed my cheek. His lips lingered there, long enough for me to understand that it was meant as a prelude to something more. I closed my eyes, heart pounding. I didn’t move, hardly breathed, as I felt his mouth slowly drift towards mine. He kissed me gently, a slight hunger pressed within the kiss. His lips were still cold. I opened my eyes and he was staring at me, his gaze held an animal wildness that sent a thrill of anxiousness shooting up my spine.

When I finally found my voice it came out small and breathless. “Jager, should we be doing this?”

“Oh, yes.”

“But, I’m sick.”

He sighed and pulled away from me, I wanted to fold myself back into his arms but I was too scared to.

“What are we going to do Jager. I don’t have long left and –”

“Become a vampire,” he said abruptly, looking down at me.

“What?” I asked, shocked. He reached out for me and I took a step back. “No. No, Jager, I can’t. Even to save myself, I wouldn’t.”

He backpedalled like I’d socked him in the stomach and he looked like he was in agony. “Why not?” he snapped. “We could be together, you wouldn’t be sick anymore, I’d look after you –”

I stepped forward and took his hands in mine. “No, I can’t.”

“Why not?” he snapped again.

“I don’t want to live forever. See the world pass by me, see everyone I know grow old and die. Never have kids or worry about getting old. I couldn’t feed from humans or drink blood, I couldn’t go without the sun and be forever trapped in the night. I couldn’t do it. I’m too human.”

Jager blanched, faltering, not knowing what to say or do. “But you’ll die!” he said urgently.

I rose on my toes and kissed him lightly. “Then let’s make the best of what we have left.”