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Ortho looked at me as I stood next to Deric, who was gathering things up that Ortho had told him that he would need for me, and then looked at Deric. He clenched his jaw as Deric looked at me and then at Ortho. I wasn't sure how much I trusted the warlock, but he had saved my life and had said that he wanted to protect me, so that was a plus I guess. Deric touched my shoulder and I looked back at him.
"You don't have to be scared of him Sam." I glanced back at Ortho and then back at Deric. "You have less of a reason to fear him than you do me, and I would never hurt you."
"But you don't trust him." I whispered and he sighed. "So why should I?"
"Sadly," he touched my cheek and smiled softly. "I only don't trust him because I know that he just might take you away from me. He won't hurt you, but he might just take me away from me." I looked at Ortho and moved closer to Deric. I didn't want this man to take me away from Deric. I was scared enough as it was, I didn't want another reason to be scared.
"Thanks Deric." Muttered Ortho. "Like I need more reasons for her not to trust me." I swallowed as Deric sighed again. He made me look at him and he leaned down and gently kissed me. His thumb ran over my cheek as he pulled away to look at me. I kept my eyes closed as I breathed shakily. Even just a small kiss was enough to give me weak knees and cause my heart to flutter with excitement.
"You have every reason to trust him Sam. I promise." I sighed and looked down. I didn't want to, but number one: he had saved me—even if I didn't remember how—and number two: Deric said that I could trust him. Deric cupped my face in his hands and kissed my forehead softly. I leaned into him and lay my head against his chest tiredly. I hadn't slept very well last night in the uncomfortable bed that I had been told I could sleep in. I just wanted the night to end so I could go home and be with my brother. I wanted to be able to go to Scotland and be with my dad and Tanya. I was tired of all of the stuff going on, of getting hurt and pushed around by things I didn't even understand. I just wanted to leave all of this and forget it when I did.
I wanted to be with Deric—though I knew that as soon as we got there, Deric and I couldn't be open about it... seeming as my father and step-mother were hunters and might kill my vampire boyfriend—and run my bookstore and be what I wanted to be before all of this drama—whatever that was, I still didn't know—and finish my schooling, maybe go to college...
I wanted my normal life back and I knew that I never would again. I was going to stuck in this never ending cycle of pain...
I just knew it.
Deric ran his hand over my back and hugged me gently, as if he might break me, before he let go and pulled back to continue gathering the things that I—apparently—needed and half of it, I didn't even know what it was. It was a bunch of herbs and random trinkets and I think a page out of a spell book—well a copy of it—in some language I was sure that I didn't know.
I sighed and went over to the couch. I sat down and leaned my head back against the back of the couch. My head was starting to hurt and I felt a little sick.
Ortho had made me take something, some liquid, that looked, smelled and tasted like herbal tea, but I knew it wasn't. I mean, it was probably herbal tea, just probably not the herbal tea that I was used to drinking when I had a cold.
A hand touched my cheek and then forehead. Slowly, I opened my eyes, knowing it would be Ortho—he was the only one that didn't feel cold when he touched me—and I tried to just look at him and not flinch away. I really didn't want to have a warlock touching me, but I also felt a little comfort from his touch, like I did when Dad he hugged me after a long day or when Sebastian just sat with me and ate lunch. I breathed a shaky breath before I closed my eyes again and just sat there.

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