Fearless

Dim Witted

Chapter Fourteen: Dim Witted

A/N weird, having a author note at the beginning of the chapter. anyway, for the safe house just imagine the Men of Letters bunker from Supernatural. it's based off of that. have fun reading!

"I still don't understand why we're hiding from them. Why can't we just fight? Like you've been teaching me. We're ready to take them." Rebekah asked from behind me. I unlocked the door to the safe house. I turned before letting anyone in. 

"Rebekah, you don't know the first thing about hunters. You don't know how they fight hand to hand combat, you don't know what weapons they have that can hurt us. Don't be reckless." I told her. She rolled her eyes at me. 

"Why am I with you?" Sam asked. 

"Because you're a friend, and we don't want anything to happen to you." Aaron told him. Sam sighed. 

"If this is the price of friendship I don't know if I want it anymore." he muttered. I pushed the door open and held it so that everyone could file inside. I heard Rebekah and Sam gasp before I had even closed the door and locked it behind us. 

Charlie and Aaron had already started down the black rod staircase. I pushed gently past Sam and Charlie, who were admiring the parts of the bunker they could see. "Is that a map of the world?" Sam asked as he ran down the stairs, Rebekah following in his footsteps. 

"Yeah, the colored portions are the known packs and their territory." Charlie told them as we left the map room and behind into the library and sitting area. 

"That is way cool." Sam breathed out as he stared down at the map. 

"What other rooms are there?" Rebekah asked. 

"By the staircase are the rooms, and then over here is the kitchen, training room, dungeons, and utility." I tossed Rebekah my duffle bag. "Hey love, can you go put our things in the first room on the left hallway?" she nodded and went off to go do that. 

Sam went off to go pick a room in the same hallway for him and Aaron. Charlie followed Sam out to go put her bag in her room. 

"Have you thought about it yet?" I asked Aaron. He turned from the book he had picked up and looked at me.  

"Thought about what?" he asked. He closed the book gently and set it back where he had found it. I sent him a pointed look. He gave me a puzzled expression. 

"My god you are dim-witted. Have you thought about biting Sam?" I asked him. Aaron's eyes went wide. 

"Michael! Why would I even have to think about it? Of course I'm not going to. I would never ask him to live our life, for the rest of eternity. Just like if you had the chance, you wouldn't have purposely bit Beck." 

"Just because we don't die of old age doesn't mean we don't die, Aaron. We can be killed, or have you forgotten how many of us have been murdered?" I asked him. Aaron rolled his eyes at me. 

"That's not the point, Michael. Maybe if we didn't have to change every full moon, then yeah I would consider it. But that's not the case." he told me. 

"You haven't thought about it at all? When you're kissing him, or lying with him in your arms? You don't think that he would want to be with you forever?" I asked him. Aaron opened his mouth to answer, but Charlie and Sam and Rebekah bounced up the stairs into the library. 

Rebekah put her arms around my neck and pulled me close, her lips brushing against mine teasingly. "Now it's time for you to show me that training room, don't you think?" she whispered. Her warm breath fanned against my lips. I grabbed her by the hand and led her down the right hallway to the training room and shooting range. 

I pushed the door opened and pulled her inside. She let go of my hand as she looked around. The training room itself was as big as a school gym, with a high ceiling and extremely long walls. Inside were fake trees with human dummies hiding among the highest branches. There were punching bags, weights and all sorts of things. On the farthest side was a mile long track that curved around other portions of the training room. "This is awesome," Rebekah said as she wandered into the fake forest. I followed her inside, but she was nowhere to be found. Then, she dropped from one of the trees onto my back. She planted a small kiss to the hollow of my neck and then crawled around so she was on my chest with her legs wrapped around my waist with her arms around my neck. I held her up by her thighs. Rebekah pressed her lips to mine hard, as if she was dehydrated and I was the only source of water for miles. Her thin fingers tangled in the golden curls at the nape of my neck, her teeth snagged on my bottom lip. 

"Michael! Rebekah!" Charlie called from outside the door. I groaned deep in my throat before pulling away from Rebekah. 

"What, Charlie?" I asked. Charlie pushed the door open and saw us in the position we were in. 

Her cheeks flamed an embarrassed red. "Oh, I didn't realize... dinner's ready. Aaron and Sam brought back burgers." she told us. She left us there, mumbling apologies. 

"I guess we better go up there," Rebekah said. 

"They won't miss us too much," I muttered before pressing my lips to hers again. She smiled into my lips. 

"Yes they will," she said as she hopped down. "Come on, I'm starved." Rebekah latched her hand in mine and dragged me out of the training room.