It all began with a man named Jonathan Martin!

Chapter Twenty Two:|| What did you do? Her!

Chapter Twenty Two

He was kissing me. Lysander, the vampire, shut me up with a kiss. If it was just to shut me up I don't think I would've been as frazzled as I was, but he just kept kissing me. I knew it was wrong, but his lips still felt familiar, he still tasted the same, still kissed the same, and still held onto me as if I was his only life line.

"Lysander," I whispered into his lips, not knowing if I wanted this or not.

"Shut up!" He ordered again before returning his lips to mine. I felt his tongue dancing on my lips, begging for entrance, but when I didn't allow it he nipped happily on my bottom lip causing me to gasp. What was I doing? He wasn't Lysander. He pushed me onto the bed and grabbed at my clothes.

"Take off your clothes."

"But-"

"Do you want one more night with him?" He asked serious now.

"Yes, but-"

"Then shut up and let me be him."

I froze, he was trying to be like he was when he was human. I tried not to over think it and sat up slowly. He looked down at me wondering what I would do next. He was shocked by my actions as I drove my lips back into his, tugging his shirt off him. His body was more defined than I remembered and my adoration did not go unnoticed. He smiled at me cockily as his eyes glowed yellow once again victoriously. I smirked and rolled him over, perching myself on his abdomen. I removed my shirt and bra smiling.

"What did I get myself into?" he asked through a smirk.

I laughed down to him, seeing the human part of him once again. "Nothing yet." I laughed and our clothes flew off.

The next morning Lysander was mindlessly playing with my hair.

"Lysander?"

"Yes."

"Thank you." I said as I curled into, falling into a blissful sleep.

Johnathan was standing at the end of the bed when I woke up, steam practically pouring out of his ears.

"Lysander!" He screamed down at us. I watched as Lysander jumped up, his feet landing next to the bed naked, looking anywhere but at me.

"What did you do?" He screeched.

"Her." Lysander laughed pointing down to me. I gulped a little but found myself satisfied in a way that I had not been for what felt like years.

"You can't sleep with humans."

"You did."

Johnathan growled at his son, literally, and suddenly, they where fighting.