When Night Comes

2. John

I was in the middle of trying to carefully pull John's ruined shirt over his head when I sensed Thomas's presence at my front door "Shit..."

"Darling let me in. You know I can't touch the silver handle you had installed." I could hear the soft tapping of his foot against the floor "Natalie. I know you're in there, and I know you have a human with you."

"Fuck..." I hurried over to the door, unlocking it and backing up as he strode into my apartment, his eyes immediately falling upon John's sleeping form "I can explain Thomas..."

"You know very well that this isn't allowed. He's human. And mark my words darling, there are going to be serious consequences." Tom's breath was hot against my neck, and I let my gaze wander back to where John was laying on the couch "He looks, and smells, absolutely delectable. Why don't you let me... have a little taste?"

"No!" I growled under my breath, even baring my fangs, something I knew was a terrible idea.

But I did it anyways.

I'd just met John last night, but I already felt an odd connection to him.

A need to protect him from any serious harm.

"Tsk tsk Scarlet..." Thomas's hand roughly grabbed my throat, lifting me off the ground and I feebly attempted to use my legs to kick myself away from his grasp, knowing it was useless. He was infinitely stronger than me, and he adjusted his grip, so tight now that my vision began to cloud around the edges "Remember what happened last time you did that?" He moved down the short hallway to my room, checking that the sun guards were up before entering and tossing me onto the floor, hard, like I was a piece of garbage "On your knees." I complied, knowing that if I didn't, he would not only kill John but possibly me as well "Put your fangs away darling." His hands made quick work of his belt, and he folded it in half, his pants hanging on his hips, his large body towering over me as he licked his lips, his tongue teasing over the tips of his fangs "I would never fuck you." I felt tears forming in the corners of my eyes, and he let out a deep laugh "I may be your maker..." Thomas ran his fingers along my jawline, his belt resting on my shoulder "But. I. Would. Never." Each word was whispered directly into my ear, each word burned... and when he finally pulled away from me, he placed his hand against my forehead "You will never find a vampire willing to take you. You will never have that privilege."
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"You're awake..." I quickly stood up from where I'd been sitting on the floor in front of the couch, after Thomas had finished my punishment and promptly left, leaving me curled into a ball on my bedroom floor, trying to rid my mind of the memories he'd pulled forward, knowing I would have to live with them for at least a few days.

"Where... where am I?" John rubbed his eyes with one hand, the other grabbing onto the blanket I'd eventually covered him up with and tossing it onto the floor "And where is my shirt..."

"My apartment... and I kinda ruined it when I..." I motioned to his neck, shrugging my shoulders before walking past the couch "There's a clean one on the coffee table you can have." His eyes followed me across the room to my small kitchen, unnecessary for me, but it had come with the apartment "I brought you here after you passed out..." I took in a sharp breath when he stood up, my eyes quickly taking in his toned physique before I opened the cupboard and grabbed the container of coffee "Coffee? I don't drink it but... I keep it on hand for..."

"I'd love some." He pulled the old band shirt I'd left for him over his head, scratching at the stubble on his chin before wandering into the kitchen and standing right next to me, so close I could feel the heat coming off of his body "Do you bring people back here often?"

"Never." I watched as he timidly sipped the steaming cup of coffee, his eyes widening at my choice of words "It's actually... kind of... not allowed." John turned his head, and my eyes instantly focused on the two small puncture marks on his neck "I'm sorry about last night." I shuffled my feet around on the cold tile of my kitchen floor, my hands shoved into my front pockets. He let out a sigh, setting his unfinished coffee down on the counter, his hands pulling mine out of my pockets as he gripped tightly to them.

"Don't you ever be sorry for what you are." John leaned down, and softly placed his lips against mine, and my hands immediately moved to his waist, holding his body against mine, and trying to hide my discomfort. Thomas's punishment had filled my mind with some very painful memories of my past "What is it about you... that just makes me..." He trailed off when I couldn't stop a pained whimper from escaping my lips, and he immediately pulled back, his eyes widening as he studied me.

"What?" I looked down at the floor after pushing him further away, my fingers expertly tucking my hair behind my ears, my eyes closing as yet another vivid flash of painful images flooded my mind "I think you should go John."

"Tell me what's wrong." He stepped towards me, stopping when I shook my head at him "I still don't even know your name..."