White Wolf: Inspire Me

Chapter 7

"You don't have to do this." I said as he hovered over. He smirked at me.

"I know but I want too." He lowered himself into the crook of my neck.

I sat there helplessly as he kissed my neck. It felt nice but I'd never say that, especially while he's drunk.

He's drunk. What ever he says or does is not the real him. He's under the bitter influence of alcohol, which is one of the biggest reasons I hate life.

"I forgive you for what ever you are going to do. It doesn't matter what it is. " I whispered closing my eyes. He pulled back, a look of disbelief written on his face.

"What? What if I was going to rape you! For god sakes get some fucking sense in you head!" He stood up and paced the room. I raised a eyebrow.

"Wait what?" I asked bewildered.

"Cameron you were going to let me rape you. I was going to rape you.... What in the hell is wrong with me?" He yelled at himself grabbing onto his hair and pulling.

"Hey stop!" I rushed over to him and gently pulled his hands away from his head.

"No stay away from me, I'm a monster. I hurt you... And you let me." He backed away from me tears in his eyes.

He had tears. He was crying. Because he hurt me.

"Monsters don't feel remorse." I gave him a small smile which hurt because of my split lip from earlier when he punched me. "And even if you are a monster.. Some monsters are worth the fight to change. I mean look at me, remember me? How rude and Cold I was to you? I-I... you made me change." I slowly walked up to him, testing ever step like it was my final grade, and with ever hesitated move he made to move back I slowed my paced.

"Remember when you said you liked me? I have a secrete.. I like you too." He stared off behind me and bowed his head down.

"You can't like me. Your not, you- your you! How can an angel fall for a demon?" He asked sitting on the bed. Sadness laced his voice making my breath quiver.

"Because this Angels," I took a moment to myself thinking of how to word this correctly. "Been to the dark side, I've seen what it's like. It's not a nice place to be, in fact, it's one of the worst. I don't want that for you." By now I was standing in front of him. I grabbed his hand, making him look up at me. "This might sound hypercritical, coming from me, but... When I'm with you, you make me feel like life is worth living. You make me... Feel happy, and I haven't felt happy in a really long time. "

"I make you happy?" I nod.

We stared at each other momentarily, before he stood up. He looked down at me, staring into my eyes, and I stared at his. His eyes changed, from the green I've come to "love" to the blue I've become to anticipate seeing.

"You make me happy too." With this he leaned down and kissed me. This wasn't like the kiss we had down before, this meant more. You could feel the emotion running between us as we pulled back to take a breath, resting out heads on each other.

By now we were too in the moment to realize what we were doing, and I knew for the most part I wouldn't regret anything. That is until I'm laying here naked with him on top of me kissing my neck, leaving butterfly kissed a crossed my chest.

Did I really want this? Did I want to have to clean things up in the morning, and then go back to acting like things never happened? Or did I want to knowledge what happened. Or to not do this at all.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" He asked pulling away from my chest.

Do I?

"Yes I'm sure, but just so you know in the morning-"