Is it wrong to love a vampire?

Chapter 27

Georgia slowly rubbed her eyes, reminiscing on her dream of freedom, with Jet saving her like a knight in shining armour. She looked around her room, noticing the black ceiling and pale purple walls. Her hands gripped the sheet, the slipperiness of silk gave way to the warmth of cotton. A smile formed on her lips as she realised that it wasn't a dream.

She was finally home.

After all this time, they had found her. She jumped out of bed with a spring in her step and walked towards the door. She pulled it open quickly and stared into the empty corridor. The same battered pale floorboards greeted her, with its tattered blue hall runner, its white flowers creeping towards the stairs. She stared at the paintings, their ornate frames backed against the faded blue paint. She took a deep breath, not believing her eyes, the musty and sweetly perfumed smell of this place filled her, calming her fears. Georgia took a careful step over the threshold, listening to a creak sound, as the old floorboards compressed against her weight. She was home. She smiled to herself as she ran her hand down the banister, watching the mid-morning light filter through the large windows that spanned above the foyer.

She pushed open the library door, two sleeping werewolves with faces pressed to their desks, haphazard piles of books surrounding them. She tiptoed around them, eager to not disturb their dreams. She reached the back area, the chaise lounge, still sat beneath two windows, she pointed out the spot that Jet had first kissed her, it felt like a lifetime ago. The sunlight was muted by the heavy red curtains draped across the windows, trying to protect the books. She turned her attention to the fiction books. Her fingers ran across the spines of each book, collecting dust and tales in her fingertips. She was searching for that perfect story, one that would keep her awake and push this good feeling further.

Georgia gathered her small collection on her arms, a comforting weight against her. An array of stories dealing with everyday lives, not her favourite genre but she couldn't approach any fantasy books. The idea of magic only brought up things she chose to forget. With her books pressed to her chest, she tip-toed out of the library and back to her room. Eager to begin reading.

Georgia dropped the books onto her bed before climbing back into the comfort of those sheets. She spread the books out in front of her and pondered which book to read first. Deciding to start with something a bit more light-hearted and placed the remaining books on her bedside table. She laid back on her bed, eager to start the book. The cover cracked as she opened it, the familiar sound gave her shivers and she was instantly swept up in the joys and sorrows of the main character, Grace.

She was there for hours, entranced by it, following the words with her eyes but a movie played in her head.

A cold breeze slithered down her neck and she tore her eyes from the book, annoyed with the distraction but those cold blue eyes drew her in. She could see that cocky smile playing at the corners of her mouth.

'What are you doing here?' She asked, her mind wanted to get back to the story open on her lap.

'I never got to finish what I started.' Jet replied.

The look in his eyes told her, conversation wasn't on his mind and she slowly closed the book, putting it on top of the stack. She kept her gaze on him, not wanting to miss his fast movements. But he stayed almost as frozen as she felt.

He leaned in close and her heart quickened, melting her frozen joints. Her hand reached out to his cheek. His cold skin, doing nothing to quell the fire burning within her. He closed his eyes as her thumb trailed under his eye, following the line from the bridge of his nose.

'You don't know how much I've missed you?' Georgia spoke softly.

Jet's eyes danced across her face and she saw him trying to detail this to his memory. Georgia sat up straighter, her black hair fell over her eyes. Jet tenderly reached out and pushed it behind her ear, his fingers flowing slowly through her hair, tangling in her invisible knots. She looked away, trying to still her heart that beat in her throat and Jet caught her chin, guiding her face back to him.