Lover Come Back

Just You And Me

Just You And Me

"Angelina, you need blood." Isaac walked in the room.

I was still on the floor, cradling myself.

"I don't want it, go away." I whispered.

"You'll die if you don't. You are a newborn and usually newborns have to have blood the moment they are turned. I don't know why you aren't feeling the hunger pains." He frowned as he walked to me.

"I said go away Isaac, the least you could do is give me time alone after screwing up my life." I bit out.

A sudden rush of anger had overwhelmed me and I felt the need to hurt something...someone.

"Is that how you see it?" Isaac growled, backhanding a vase on the side table next to me.

It exploded against the wall above my head. I cringed, blocking my head with my hands from the broken shards.

"I turned you so we could be together. I did it so you could live life. I'm sorry for actually caring about you!" He shouted and I shot up, lunging at him.

We flew into the wall and I held him pinned there.

"I can't be an Alpha anymore because of what you did. You should have let me die an honorable death! I didn't ask to be revived. I was ready, don't you understand that? I knew I wasn't getting away from your father and I accepted that. Now what the hell am I going to do with my life?" I snarled and he looked as if he'd been slapped in the face.

"Isn't that answer pretty obvious? You'd stay with me." He said, looking pained.

"What about my pack, you think I can just leave them? And my mother? I won't ever be able see her again because of what you made me." I accused and anger flashed in his eyes.

"If being with me is so painful then I'll just leave but I'm not doing that until you feed." His words were cold and distant.

"I'm not drinking blood. I have no desire to." I lied.

In truth, I craved it. I felt like I'd do anything to get it and that is another reason I kept myself locked up in this room.

"I know what it's like Angelina, you're just starving yourself. Do you honestly want that kind of death?" He asked, his eyes murderous and I glared at him, pushing him further onto the wall.

"You don't know shit! You had the chance to give me a proper death but you ruined that once you gave me your blood." I spat, shoving him hard before beginning to walk away.

His arm swung around and met the side of my head before I could stop him. I fell to the floor, dazed and his arms scooped me up, holding me to his chest.

"If you won't drink willingly then I'll force you. I'm not letting you go a second time." He whispered fiercely and he had his wrist pressed to my lips before I could respond.

I automatically bit down and blood spilled into my mouth. At first I was hesitant but the more that I drank, the more greedy I became. I was taking gulps after a few minutes but I started to notice the way Isaac started to sway.

He was loosing consciousness. With great difficulty, I pulled away and laid him on the ground.

"Rest, I don't need anymore." I said softly.

"No, no, you do need more." He struggled against my pushing.

It hurt to see him like this. I was harsh with him even though he was just trying to keep my alive. I was being a bitch and now he wanted to give me his blood.

"Isaac, if I take anymore you'll die. You're already weak, just rest." I assured him and he hesitated.

A sharp pain sparked in my head and I hissed, bringing my hand to my head.

"Angel?" Isaac asked in concern.

"I'm alright, I just have a headache." I shook my head and groaned when that caused my head to hurt more.

"What's wrong? Come on, let's get you to the pack doctor." He said, pushing up from the floor with new found energy.

His eyes no longer held hate or coldness, only concern. I dropped my head in shame.

"I'm sorry for hurting you. I didn't mean to take my anger out on you, I know you were just trying to keep me alive and turning me was the only way to do it." I apologized and hunched over when another wave of pain hit me.

I closed my eyes, holding my head in my hands.

"Come on, we have to go." He brushed off my apology.

It hurt but I knew I deserved it. This wasn't an oopsy kind of mistake. This was a mean, cold-hearted mistake.

He took my arm in his hand and pulled me out of the room.

I stumbled down the hallway, becoming progressively weaker.

When we began to walk down the stairs, I nearly fell to my death but thanks to Isaac I didn't.

"What's wrong with you? You were fine just a few seconds ago." He said and anger masked his face.

"You're trying to get my attention aren't you? You're playing me. First you want me, then you run, then you want me again, then you run again, then you want me after that and so on and so forth. What's it going to be Angelina, I can't keep playing this game." He snarled and with all my strength I smacked him.

"You have no right to complain over how I feel. You were the one rejected me, we could have been together long ago but you started these games!" I hissed and fell to my knees at the pain my anger caused.

"And I'm not playing you, I'm trying to deal with everything that's happening. I can't just focus on you, I'm an Alpha...or was." I whispered and fell silent at the end of my sentence.

"I'm sorry...everything has been stressing me out. I just lost you. Twice. I don't know if I can handle loosing you a third time." He apologizes and kneels down.

"We have to go to the pack doctor." He added but I shook my head.

"No, just take me to my room. All I need is rest. I just have a simple headache." I shook my head and grabbed his arm when he held it out.

He picked me up but I refused to have him carry me.

"Help me, don't carry me." I whispered, struggling to stand.

"Angel-" He darted but I stopped him.

"No, I can do this." I interrupted and he pursed his lips but stayed quiet.

We walked up the stairs and finally we came to my room. When I took a few more steps, I fell onto the bed.

This isn't just a headache, I'm getting weaker. I'll go to the pack doctor in the morning, I just need to sleep. I told myself.

Isaac helped me into the sheets and turned to leave but I grabbed his arm.

"Stay....please." I said quietly and he sat on the bed beside me, gently running his hand through my hair.

I closed my eyes, holding his free hand and enjoyed the time we had alone together.