A Vampires Lover - COMPLETE

Chapter Eighteen

Lara's POV

As I walk beside Byron, his coat warming me, his scent surrounding me, our steps in perfect sync without us realising it, as I rest my head on his shoulder I wish that it could be like this all the time.

But it cant.

Im broken and he deserves more.

He will never love you

Walter's voice echoes through my head, id been too distracted to block him out, now he comes back with a vengence, his voice as loud as if he was stood next to me.

You are nothing to him Lara. He is a monster. He will suck every drop of blood from your body just because he can. Never forget little Lara, I am the good guy here. I am trying to save you from these terrible creatures. You have been brainwashed. You have to be strong against their scripted words.

But what if I dont want to be strong? What if I dont care what happens anymore. Id rather experience fleeting joy and passion and then die, rather than live a half life. Forced to hunt those others who I love. While I have been lost in thought we have arrived back at the decoy house, walking through the dusty interior and back underground, heading towards my room. Luckily we see noone else otherwise I may lose my cool facade, Byron pulls to a halt outside my door, I turn to face him. Our eyes catching, his gaze portraying worry and even though I hate that feeling I understand why he worries.

"Thank you Byron. I really enjoyed ... our walk." I thank, blushing as my mind drags up the memory of Byron's hard body against mine. A smirk creeps across his face, his eyes brightening, entrancing me.

"I would love to do it again." He whispers, his body suddenly crowding mine against the hard wood of the door. My heart leaping in my chest, my lungs feel constricted as I place my hands against his cool chest, unsure. His soft lips press against mine, my arms wrap around his neck as I release my control to my body, pressing myself against his large frame our lips move together as though our lives depended on it. My body erupts into flames, his strong arms hold my pliant frame against his, his arousal evident against my stomach but my mind is swept into another whirlwind of passion as his tongue swirls with mine, his low moans and growls spur me on. My body more confident than my mind has ever been and for once I am thankful for its lack of inhibition, my body recognises his touch and craves only his touch. We reluctantly break apart, our breathing harsh against my ears, our hearts beating as one.

"Sorry." I whisper, breathless, not really sure what I am apologising for, he started it.

"You can do that to me, any time you want." His low voice whispers across my skin before he presses another gentle kiss to my lips. Turning he walks away and as I watch the natural saunter in his step, shamelessly watching his firm buttocks hugged by his jeans, but as soon as he turns the corner its as if a switch has been clicked in my mind. Walter's back.

Nice show. He really knows how to control you. Stupid girl. He is a monster.

Shaking my head at the voice that has become like an annoying bug that just wont go away, but im finding it easier to ignore the voice. Turning the handle to my room I enter the dark room, flicking on the light before throwing myself onto the bed, feeling somewhat giddy even as the voice continues its dull bickering in my mind. I run the pad of my index finger over my lips as my mind recalls the feeling of Byron's skin against mine, much to the disgust of Walter's voice who is now screaming and swearing, giving me a headache but I relish the pain, knowing that the memory is bothering the voice while it heats my body again. Feeling flustered I quickly head into the bathroom, filling the tub with hot water and a mountain of bubbles I strip and submerge myself in the bath, sighing in contentment as the bubbles pop on my skin and the water warms my cold limbs. Closing my eyes I sink deeper into the water, blowing the bubbles away from my face, relaxing as the scent of cherry fills the room and cocoons me gently. Suddenly water swooshes over my face, I come to the surface spluttering, wiping my eyes quickly as I scan the bathroom, empty, but judging by the decreased amount of bubbles I must have fallen asleep.