Running From Love (A Eric Northman Love Story)

Chapter 20: We can't let you leave

ł West's POV ł

Ugh. My head feels like a fucking brick. And my neck, my neck hurts like a motherfucker.

What happened last night. I must have gotten drunk or something, that's happened before when I was staying with Peter. A couple of times actually.

Seriously what did I do though? The bed is warm though so I cuddle in close to the pillow. My white underwear brushes up slightly against the sheets and that's when I feel the cold arm wrapped around my waist.

What did I fucking do last night?

I slowly slip out of the bed and head towards an open door that I can see a bathroom through. Sighing I look up into the mirror.

Holy shit.

I.

     Am.

          Such.

                An.

                     Idiot.

Right there. On my neck. There are two tiny red circles where I know there must have been holes. Oh no.

I can't believe I let a vampire drink from me and who knows what else I let them do if I let them do this.

Somebody please kill me now.

Walking back into the bedroom I see the form on the bed move. I almost don't want to know who I did this with. I need to get back to what ever room me and Eric share.

Wait Eric. How could Eric let this happen? If he really is as possessive about me as he says then he wouldn't have let someone do this to me.

But if he wouldn't let some one else do this to me then-

Oh shit.

I try to sneak over to the door but a hand reaches out past me and closes it. I scrunch up my face and turn around slowly. And as I expected there's Eric Northman in all his topless glory.

Thank god he put pants on.

"Uh hi Eric I was just you know-" I pointed behind me to the door and attempted to open it. Eric kept his hand on it though preventing me from getting out. Twisting to face him I put on a completely serious face. "Listen Eric last night-"

"Last night, you gave yourself to me." He backed me up against the door and with a sly grin he twisted a hand through my hair. "Completely."

Sliding one hand around my waist and lifting me up he presses me against the door. My breathing quickens as he leans into my face. "And do you know what that means my sweet West?"

I shake my head hoping that's the right answer. I'm not sure if I'm scared happy, or what.

"That means," He whispers as he brushes a thumb across my cheek. "That you."

He slowly presses his lips to mine for a sweet moment. Then as he breaks away to whisper his last words sweetly in my ear. "Are mine West, and nothing will ever change that."

ł Third Persons POV ł

Amelia had stayed with Harry, Terry, and Eva for a few nights now. Mostly because they wouldn't let her leave, that and she was sorta kinda enjoying herself. Because even though she had drifted off sort of from her boyfriend, she had gained Eva as a friend and Terry was still being his usual brotherly type.

Amelia came into the kitchen interrupting the others conversation. She was doing her hair up in a ponytail when she started to walk over beside Eva. "I'm afraid I must go."

With a sigh Eva looked up at Terry and Harry through her eyelashes. "You know we can't guys."

"Can't what?" Amelia asked with a smile. She knew nothing and was completely innocent to their plans.

Harry and Terry started to walk to the doors. They locked each one of them except for the one that went down to the basement. Terry walked up beside her and stared down on her with his lips pressed into a straight line. "Amelia we can't let you leave."

«I am so very so that this is so short and it took me so long. This writers block is killing me and we are soooo very close to the end. Like only five more chapters. I mean there should be a sequel but you know.
Until next time dearies!

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