Making A New Mark

Chapter 11-Steph.&Scooter

Scooter was a medium heighth and had curly brown hair that went right above his eye brows. He was tan and had a nice built body. A single tattoo on his left peck and a wolf on his right biscep. He had greenish blue eyes that made everyone look in his direction and a handsom mysterious look that no one could resist. 

Scooter was special he wasn't a vamp. no but he left his pack for these vamps. so he could keep Steph. as a friend. He's a wolf. A lone wolf for facts of the matters. Everyone in the group weren't able to turn down his request to join their group when he saved Steph. He saw something in her. Something that made him want her alive, and want to protect her for all he's living for. 

Steph. owes him her life, and he's given his to her when he turned down his pack. He didn't know why he turned on them for her, it was the look in her eyes when they tried to kill her, he couldn't bare looking at her in the eyes because they were irrestitable. Normally vamps and wolves don't associate but they had an..undenable connection as you could put it. They need each other, because they are a piece of what the other can never be, and pieces of what they want. 

-Steph.'s P.O.V:

My favorite times with him are when he looks at me smiling and doing childish things and laughing with him. When we go to sleep at night and we move as close together as we can get even if it's scorching hot. 

When he plays his music and when we sing that one special song together. We are always together. He's one of my my best friends and I love hanging out with him. He's sweet and he cares about me. 

Well I have been getting a little worse, I mean sad again, but he makes sure that I know I have him to talk to, I just don't want to push my problems on him. 

Scooter is kind and childish and it always makes me smile or laugh. I always worry about him though. I know he had a bad life and gets sad still...I know he does but he wouldn't let me know that even if I asked. He likes to attempt to make it better by blocking people out, I wish he could see that I would do anything to make it better for him. 

-Scooter's P.O.V:

She's great. She keeps a smile on that pretty face but underneath is sad and cold. She thinks she has to hide it all but I can tell it's fake. Her smile I mean she tries hard but I know because I'm the same way. Not wanting to drag other people into my problems expecially her. Not now, not with how she feels, how she's hurting. 

I've been through a lot and not just in my line of 'work'. My lifestyle is an imcomplete story that no one has figured out fully. I wake up every morning hating myself. Not because of the change, that made it a little better, but I still can't fix my broken past and how I feel. I mean to be happy but how do you tell everyone you want to be happy with that everything about yourself is what you hate. 

I smiled through it all and sat in bed with Steph. at the foot cuddling to her pillow and smiling singing along to the radio music and kicking her feet to the rythem. She's adorable. I laughed at her and then lit a cigarette throwing one at her lightly knowing she most likely wouldn't catch it, then lit her's for her like I always do. 

I grabbed a drink asking her if she wanted a blood bag too, even though I knew she would say yes. She rolled all over the bed trying to make me smile and she did. We just sat in silence for awhile like we always do, we can talk without using words. It's a friend thing I'm guessing. Even though we haven't known each other long I'm always here for her, and I will make sure she knows it because she's going through a rough time right now. 

-Steph's P.O.V:

I can tell he's hiding something from me. I can tell by his eyes, they are more green then blue when he's keeping something from me. He's been staying here because me and Sammie broke up it didn't go well she hurt me and he knows when I'm hurting I won't tell him forward though, and he knows it. I'm glad me and Sammie are still friends though. In a way it helped me realize that I need to worry about friends right now. Nothing more. 

-Scooter's P.O.V:

I'm really tired, and worn out. I laid down on my side and wrapped the blanket around me before I knew it Steph. curled up beside me and pushed her way under the blanket and sliding next to me. I wrapped my arm around her waist and pulled her in close placing my head against her shoulder. I did this because neither of us sleep very well unless we are cuddling to someone else. 

I layed awake for awhile and just held her in my arms, thinking. She fell asleep before me and then I nessled up to her closely and I felt the heat of my body raidiating of me and warming her. She smiled which caused me to smile and then I closed my eyes.

-Steph.'s P.O.V:

"Scooter?" I tried to wake him up but he wouldn't budge. So I made an annoying high pitched noise and he jumped up. I smiled at him as brightly as I could and he hugged me smiling back. "Let's go. It's time to get your stuff." I told him pulling one of his shirts over my head. "Okay, okay." He sounded sleepy. That's the most attractive voice in the world. 

I giggled and walked out of the room, him following closely behind me I hopped in the car and he pulled his way in the drivers seat and got a cigeratte out for me and him lighting them both. He turned on the radio where the car was vibrating like a booming amplifier. 

I leaned my head back making stupid faces at him and he always made one back it's like he can't help it or something, and I loved it. He served on the dirt roads because he knew I would look at him in a disapproving face but I liked it, and he knew I did. I rolled up my window and smiled at him. 

He was tapping his fingers on the stering wheel and singing along to almost every song that came on the radio. I smiled at him and he looked over at me with that cute smile that drives me wild and makes my heart skip a beat. I knew that no matter what Scooter was always here for me. I always had him. He's great, and he knows I think so. 

I kept making stupid faces because I loved when he did it back. I was think maybe he likes me, or maybe he doesn't. It's more likely he doesn't who could like me. I'm childish and weird. Oh well, I don't honestly care because no matter what. He's here with me right now, and that's a great feeling.