One Rose

What are You

Chapter 5

         

          After I was told thirty minutes I woke up next to Jacob. Was it a dream? It had to be… Jacob with his eyes still closed yawned “Nope,”

“What are you?” I asked in a shaky voice pulling back away from him.

“You mean what are we?” He corrected me still half asleep.

“Yeah…” My stomach flipped, vampires weren’t real. It was just a tale people told on Halloween or scary nights.

“Willow, that’s what we want them to think.” He answered, and after a while whispered, “I can read minds.”

“Yeah, I need to take a shower.” I rushed up the stairs and through the cream colored door.

          I just stood under the water while it ran down my skin. My hand trembled as I slowly raised it to my mouth. The blood ran down quickly leaving a red stream down my hand. The water washed away the blood and my broken skin healed in an instant. I turned the water off and pulled the curtain to step out. I wrapped the brown towel over my body and stepped into Jacob’s room. 

          I explored through his dresser. There were t-shirts, blue jeans, sweat shirts and boxers. Being desperate I pulled his blue and gray boxers up over my hips and threw on a black t-shirt. I took a look in his long mirror and saw the stranger staring back at me. Her black curly hair packed on her head in a messy bun. Her boxer shorts were three sizes too big and the black t-shirt hung below her knees. Who ever she was, she wasn’t Willow anymore… she wasn’t me.

          I turned from the stranger and walked down the steps. They creaked under my bare feet and the cool wood seemed to sooth me. Jacob turned from the couch to look at me and he broke out in laughter. His eyes turned bright blue and his cheeks red. Tears flowed from his eyes as he came toward me grabbing my waist and pulling me toward him.

“I got to admit, you look pretty hot like that.” He said through laughter. 

          I shoved him and made my way to the couch. He sat beside me and placed a hand on my knee. I pushed him away and crossed my arms. A sigh escaped from him, “What’s wrong?”

“What do you think is wrong? I just found out I’m some blood drinking horror movie and all your worried about is your damn boxers!” I yelled then turned my head the other way staring at a book shelf.

          He put a finger under my chin and pulled me back to face him, “If I didn’t care do you honestly think I would have turned you? Do you think I wanted you to be like this? If I didn’t care Willow you wouldn’t be alive.” His voice was harsh and a flash of fear spread through me as he pulled his hand away from my face; leaving the spot feeling cold and lifeless.

“Why did you turn me?” My voice sounded so little compared to his.

“Because I couldn’t watch you die!” His voice was still filled with anger. He stood up and ran his fingers through his hair.

  “How did I almost die?” I asked.

          He put a hand over his mouth then moved it up to his temple. His voice was a silent whisper, “The poison,” he hesitated “It was killing you so I had to change you.” He softened but his face still looked angry.

“Is Meg one too?” I asked. Speaking of Meg I haven’t seen her in almost two nights.

 “No, Meg’s a witch and she had to go to a witch meeting for her job.”