"Florence, wake up," someone says and starts shaking me.
I groan, "what do you want Rebekah," I ask.
"I'm hungry and you seem to be the only one in the house who can cook," she says.
I sit up and rub my cheek.
"It doesn't hurt anymore," I say happily.
"Good, now come on," she says and grabs my wrist.
She literally drags me out of bed and out of the room. She lets me walk on my own when we go down the hall and down the stairs.
When we get to the kitchen, I take out a pan, bowl, bread, eggs, and cinnamon. Turns out, Rebekah loves French toast. While I'm making breakfast and Rebekah watches, Nik comes in groaning and rubbing his head. His hair is a mess and he has bags under his eyes. I wonder if vampires can get hangovers.
When he sees me he smiles and I turn around quickly and continue cooking.
"I'll be right back," Rebekah says and leaves.
I feel arms go around my waist and of course it's Nik.
"Rebekah told me you were sleeping in the guest room, why," he asks
"Because I didn't want to be in the same room as you," I say dryly.
He let's go of me and leans against the counter, "what did I do," he asks.
"You don't remember," I ask.
"No, I don't."
"Last night, you were drunk. I came to see why you had gotten out of bed, and you...you kind of knocked me down. Rebekah came in and took me to the guest room," I explain.
"Florence, I'm so sorry," he says.
I put the last French toast on the plate and put the pan in the sink along with the spatula and now empty bowl.
"You don't want me to be afraid of you but you don't know that it's what you do everyday that makes me even more afraid if you. I have never seen you drunk before Nik and you seemed so scary to me. You are so different from before it's insane. I want it to go back to when I wasn't afraid and just so oblivious and stupid," I say, expressing everything.
"You don't understand, I didn't ask to be this way. I wanted to die a very long time ago, I never wanted this," he says and I can tell he's getting very angry, "I have all this power that comes with stress and death. I can't deal with that stress the way you do," he yells.
I look away from him. I don't want to flinch or back away and make him even angrier.
"Look at me," he yells.
I shake my head and try to keep my eyes down.
He grabs my shoulders and I yelp. I look up at him and see him frowning down at me with fangs and his eyes a darker shade.
"This is who I am," he says and his fangs to back in and his eyes go back to their original color, "I can't help it that everyone is afraid of me. It secretly makes me sick ever single day. I don't want the woman I love to fear me and hate me, I want her to say whatever she feels to me to tell at me and look me in the eyes," he says, "I hate myself for dragging you into this mess!"
I feel a weight lift from my shoulders and I start to breath heavily like I can finally breath again.
"I want you to trust me again," he concludes.
I wait a minute before answering.
"That was the best speech ever," I say.
He chuckles and releases me.
