Is it wrong to love a vampire?

Chapter 16

'Chad, you there?' Aly's unusually soft voice called out.

'Yeah, be a minute.' Chad called back to her.

He looked into the bathroom mirror and at his oddly muscular body, no matter how hard he tried to hide it. Aly's nail marks climbed over his shoulders, highlighting the bite mark, white on his tanned skin. He rubbed the spot, hoping to destroy what he was. Eternal, that word haunted him.

'Come here.' Aly called again, her voice stronger.

And crazy about a mortal. He smiled at himself. She was the flame that burned deep within him, sending his body instantly seeking hers, even after two short years that pull never faded. But she would grow and die, and he hated the gut wrench agony that passed through him. He had gone crazy when Georgia and Aly hadn't returned. He had hurriedly ran those few houses and found Aly slumped in a growing patch of blood. Her lush hair now mattered with it. He grabbed anything he could to stop the blood pouring. He clutched her close as he sped, he was terrified that she wouldn't make it back to the house. He was so relieved when she finally woke up, he made her stay motionless the whole ride back, but Aly could always make him laugh, even with a split head. The door opened behind him, Aly leaned against the door frame, yesterday's clothes rumpled, her hair wild and covering part of her face. He needed to push her hair back, showing the gorgeous face.

'You took too long.' She smiled. 'Besides.' She sauntered up to him. Chad watched her hips pop at each step and his heart beat to those pops. 'I'm feeling much better.' Chad watched as she bit her bottom lip and ran her finger tips up his chest, her eyes never breaking his face.

'You need rest.' Chad groaned.

'I'm the one who was injured, I can decide for myself. Aly seductively smiled, lifting her face closer to his. She hovered there as Chad held his breath. She was teasing him and he absolutely loved that about her, he could see the quick flick upwards of her lips.

'Aren't you gonna kiss me?' Aly said barely above a whisper.

Chad leaned down and crashed my lips against hers giving into her and she wrapped her arms around his neck, covering yesterday's marks. Aly took a step back but Chad's feet stayed planted. Their lips breaking apart. Aly smiled up at him as she turned and removed her shirt and let it drop the floor. He looked down at the fallen shirt, then traced his eyes up her body, taking in the rose tattoo, curling down her thigh, the curve of her hips, the white lacy bra and her usual summer tanned skin. Pale against the giant red wolf, rearing out across her shoulder. The spattered freckles cutting across her shoulders. She looked back at me, those dark brown eyes tempting me further and her bottom lip tight against her teeth. He heard the first button pop and then the next. She stepped out of the bathroom, leaving her shorts at the door, showing him her matching set.

Chad groaned, he knew he was unable to resist her allure. The fire in him burned brighter, his feet followed after her intoxicating smell. He looked up and there she was, stark naked in front of the bed. He walked over slowly, his hands resting on her bare shoulders, he stroked her wolf. Her bare chest grazed his.

'You're going to be the death of me.' He moaned.

'But what a ride.' She laughed, stroking the underside of his chin.

He couldn't deny her anymore. He pushed against her, capturing her mouth, their lips in sync. She fell onto the bed and he followed.

Chad pulled away to gaze down at her. 'Aly, I love you.' He whispered into her ear.

Aly kissed his face, tracing her kisses closer to his lips before pulling away. Stroking a few strands of his smooth rust coloured hair. 'I love you too.'

He leant back down, capturing her mouth in his. Her hands roamed everywhere and Chad roamed further.

'They're at it again.' Sam said with a grimace, she had hoped with her injury no one would have to hear it.

Nate and Jet ignored her with their heads bent over the maps. Nate would circle the areas he thought Nick would choose, somewhere secluded but with tactical advantage. There were too many areas to check out and with the near constant moaning, they couldn't continue. Their minds filled with their own fantasies. Nate leaned back in his chair and smirked. Jet glared at him.

'Think quieter.' Jet said through gritted teeth.

Nate's face instantly fell and he looked away. Sam came over to Nathan and wrapped her arms around his neck and whispered something into his ear. Nate got back his smirk.

'You guys finally did it.' Jet laughed, realisation flooding his face. 'Does that mean all those fantasies will stop? Nate, seriously mate, work on your block. I love porn but I don't ever need to see that.'

Sam rolled her eyes and looked at Jet. 'We thought it was time.' She said, ignoring all his words before they stuck in her head.

Jet was happy for them, after a century of those secret games and glances, they were finally acknowledging what they had.

'If you break her heart, I'll kill you.' Jet laughed, making sure the threat lay hidden beneath.

Nate laughed along and Sam moved to the chair next to him, a new glow on her face. Jet put his head down and tried to study the map but his mind kept wandering back to Georgia. He just needed to see her and make sure that she was okay. Jet dropped his head to the table, he was confused and so lost without her here.

'Are you alright mate?' Nate asked.

Jet lifted his head, just enough to see the worried look on Nates face.

He shook his head and a cold breath spread across his neck.

'Find her. Save her. Let her be.' The voice called to him.

Jet turned around, the chair crashing to the worn boards. He saw the edge of a red skirt and black hair swaying. He searched around the room but found no sign of her.

'Jet, mate, are you okay?' Nate asked again.

Jet saw it again and turned around. Immediately, he was surrounded by dense bush. Twigs snapped under his feet and leaves rustled as he brushed them aside. Jet wrapped his arms around himself, a chill creeping through his clothes. Jet blinked, he was in a castle, rich tapestries hung from the walls. Muffled voices came from up ahead, he ran to the sound and found a blonde girl leading a very broken girl into another room. Her black hair flickered his recognition but he had to see. She turned towards him and he saw the pain and fear, swimming in her rich green eyes.

'Georgia.' He called out, she continued to stare around.

Her eyes opened in shock and he knew she had heard him.

'Jet.' Georgia screamed. 'Help me.'

He tried to take a step forward but was pulled back, he tried to call for her but he couldn't, his voice was gone. Jet blinked and there was Nate, leaning over him. Jet pulled himself up off the floor.

'What happened?' Jet's voice croaked.

He clutched his head, it was throbbing like someone had kicked his head in. Sam grabbed him before he fell and placed him back in the chair.

'You fainted and fell out of your chair.' Nate spoke softly, searching Jet's eyes for trouble.

He nodded slowly, accepting the information and slowly stood up. He stumbled as he headed for the stairs, Sam instinctively reached out to steady him.

'I'm fine.' He stated. 'I'm going to bed. I need some sleep.'

Nate and Sam watched as he climbed the back staircase. He couldn't hear anything from Chad or Aly. He prayed they wouldn't go for another round. Jet dragged his feet down the hallway and opened the door to his room, he fell straight onto the bed. He scrambled under the covers, not bothering to change and fell asleep. The girl in the red dress was back, but she was wearing Georgia's face. That same small nose and rounded jaw, the same fear and pain pouring out. Her red dress looked like it was made out of heavy fabrics and the style was at least a few centuries old. Those same words came out of those beautiful lips.

'Jet. Help me.' She screamed like it was her last breath.

Then it all went back and Jet was peacefully allowed to rest.