Forever

Two

Allison's POV

That arrogant, vain, prick of a dick! Sure, just bring me up to your bloody hotel room like I'm another of your 2 second whores! The look the cleaning lady gave me. Maybe cleaning ladies just hate me?

"We need to talk." He says as he shuts the door to his suite.

Shaking my head, I throw myself onto the soft white chair in his lounge. "No fucking way! What ever about?" Was I mad? Beyond! For a good reason? Nope!

He was standing there against the wall looking like a gift from Cupid sent to destroy the female population with his rugged good looks, and I'm standing here fuming like a firecracker about to explode in someone's face.

"Don't get your knickers in a knot, or I'll have to help untangle them. First-"

"Things first, I'm the realest! Hey Arse-hat, can I call you Jules?" I ask, cutting him off. A muscle in his jaw ticks in irritation.

"Sure, if I can call you babe." He replies sarcastically.

I roll my eyes. "Well technically a babe is a baby pig, so if you want to live life without testicles, I suggest no."

He does that infuriating half smile, "Ok ok, what about Ali?"

It's my turn to smile. "Sure Julian, whatever." He runs a hand through his unruly locks, a trait we both seem to have.

"Okay, why did the leech try to take you? They usually kill straight away." He looks at me curiously.

"I'm wanted alive, not dead." I state simply.

"By whom?" He asks.

"A troublesome bastard that goes by the name of Hugo."

"Hugo? As in the High Vampire in this city? Why you?"

"Because I'm me. And that's a problem for him." I say briskly.

"Let me help you." He says gently, squatting down in front of me. He rests his hands on his knees, his blue eyes searching into mine.

"I told you, if you're seen associating with me, you become a contender of Hugo's 'how-to-get-at-Allison' competition. It's hard to explain... I had a bad run-in with him a few decades back, and he tried to kill me for it. I escaped and ever since, wherever I go, someone always dies. He follows me everywhere. I just..." I run a hand through my hair again, tugging lightly through the knots.

"Allison, I would rather die protecting you than running after you." He says quietly, placing his left hand on my knee. He rubs my knee gently, his calloused hands rough on my bare skin. I shiver involuntarily.

"You barely know me." I say in a short whisper.