V vs W

Chapter FIFTEEN

-Chapter 15-

Zeke and Brandon had been tense the whole time, trying not to rip my guts out. Well, I don't know if it was me or not, but as we got closer to my house, they really got mad. I mean, they were shaking and I thought that they were going to kill me. The smell didn't hit me untill we were right next to the house. Not only did it stink, but Parker was here. He had waited for my sister, and left the pack (witch, I didn't care, but Bandon and Zeke did) for a Vamp. She was my sis, but she was also now the enemie.

I looked down and tryed not to talk. Zeke didn't look in the talking mood, and I SO wasn't talking to Brandon. He was still a creep. So instead of talking, I walked up the steps and onto the porch. I decided to sit on the white rocking chair, aka: the only chair wesle-face hadn't touched.

But like always, my peacefull sence was aruped by a stupid idiot, or better known as Brandon. He sat down in the chair opposite of me, and my veiw of the city was gone (if you havn't fegured out yet, we live in the outscerts of town. Close, but not to close.).

"Move," I grawled. He was so annoying! He was like Camron, when he was little, but this boy is HUGE! I thought about smaking him, but Zeke pushed Brandon out of the chair, and said, "You know very well what she wanted. You also know that she didn't want you there." He grabbed Brandon's arm and trush him off the porch. The best part was, when he landed, he made a KERPLUMP! sound. Then he said "Ow!" He aktuly said "Ow!"!

He started to walk up the steps, but I didn't wait for him. I walked inside and staight to the kitchen. I almost died at the sight of the kitchen. It was a wreck! I mean some idiot was looking for something and ended up killing the kitchen, and I almost cryed, becuase who would have to clean this?! Oh, yeah. ME. But then I did cry. There on the conter was a beatiful peice of art. Peanut Butter! Who ever had messed up my kitchen, gave me Peanut Butter! I LOVE Peanut Butter!

I grabbed the jar and opend the lip. The sell easaly broke and Peanut Butter smelles filled my nose.

"Don't eat it." I jummped. Zeke had walked in after me and was standing right behind me.

"Why?" I sounded stupid, like a little kid, but I didn't care. It was my Peanut Butter.

"Can't you see?" He asked, as if I were stupid. "The jar has no logo." I looked at him bumfoundedly. I knew there was no logo. My mom always tore them off, so it looked like she made homemade Peanut Butter. It didn't acure to me that this wasn't from my mom.

"So?! It's just Peanut Butter! There can't be anything wrong with it!" I was so tired of being wrong. I might have to admet I was wrong a long time ago, but I seemed diffrent now. More stubbern. I was like my dad.

"What if it's not Peanut Butter? What if it makes you sick. Let me smell it, so I can tell you." He was moving closer and I slowly backed away. He was so NOT getting my Peanut Butter! It was mine. M-I-N-E!! Mine, mine, mine.

"No, Brook. It's not yours. Someone was here and wants you dead." He sounded tired, as if he was working with a toodler.

"No! Nowone wants me dead! You just want my Peanut Butter!" I didnt' want to say that he sounded right. It was weird. Me just finding Peanut Butter, after what I had seen. The kitchen was still a wreck. "I just want Peanut Butter," I wispered.

"Peanut Butter addict, huh? Well, will have to fix that." He smiled and held his hand out. "Give me the Peanut Butter, and don't worrie. We can go into town tomorrow and get some more. As much as you want. And maybe we can eat at Ihop." His hand was still streched out and I slowly gave in. At least I would get to eat out with him. His smile whidened.

I can still hear you, His Voice said.

I jummped. Whow! What was he doing in my head?! I thought that he could only do that when we were wolfs, or maybe I was hearing things. What ever it was my face felt hot, and my stumace tightened. Nots formed all over my body and I wouldn't be alble to trust myself with walking.

'What?! What are you doing in my head?!' He smiled and whispered, "I've always been in your head. Ever since you were born. I could talk to others when I was little. I thought of it as a game, as if they really heard and talked back. I didn't know it was real, but it was. I had talked to you before, but only in your dreams. You didn't care. I think you liked the dreams I gave you. You always smiled." He put an arm on my sholder and then added, "I've follwed you here. I found out two years ago what I was, but I could smell you. You had a stong smell and I ran away, to find you. At first I couldn't touch you, because you were human. So fraile. I didn't want to brake you." He smiled and with his hand still on my shoulder, he pulled me in and hugged me. It was strang, but very comferting. And since he could hear me, I thougt, 'Why? Why do that for me?!'

He tillted my head up, so I could see his face. "Because, it means I love you. The smell was so stong, you basicall pulled me here. The smell means, soulmate." He smerked. I felt him mess with my hair, but I couldn't see. I had so many questions. I barly knew him, and he was proposing that he loved me. Nowone had said that to me, besides my family.

"How come I don't feel anything," I sounded dejucted. He laughed and said, "Come here." He pulled me in and tillted my head up. His lips lightly brushed mine, and then it was over. Short, sweet, and to the point. For one second I felt normal, and then , as soon as our lips met, I felt it. The pull. I felt so close to him and wanted him. I saw him with diffrent eyes and knew that I loved him, too. I didn't need to know anything eles. I loved him and that was enogh for me. He saw and smiled. His smiled was bright, and he looked so hot, his white teeth shining aginst his dark skin.

"Forever," he wispered. Then, I felt whiped out. "Hum... Well, will have to fix that." I shook my head. I knew what he wanted. He wanted to make shur I wouldn't go unconsise anymore, but I was so tired and I liked the idea of sleeping in his arms. So I fell and like I thought he caught me and pulled me to my room, where he kissed me good night and left. But I couldn't really sleep. Parker was still here. And then there was Brandon, but I knew Zeke would help me with him. Then there was Alex. All alone and reading. I didn't know how I knew that, I just did.

Then it happened. I fell asleep. I seemed to do that alot now.