He was my boyfriend at 5, my Ex at 6 and my husband at 16 ( Ch.4)

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"SOMEONE'S AT THE DOOR!! SO GET YOUR LAZY BUT OUT OF BED!!" Screamed my doorbell. Why did I have to have that as my doorbell.

The guard must have knew that whoever it was, was for me.

"Stupid person, making me awake, when I answer the door my poor hair will be frizzy..." I grumbled uncontroably (sp?).

Clicking the button, I yelled to who ever it was at the door." You think your so smart waking me, at, "I looked at the clock," 3' o' clock in the afternoon, and to

top it off, IT'S RAINING!!! You better be important."

Someone chuckled into the speaker.

'Wow, what a hot voice.' So I took a shower, blow dried my hair, curled it, and put on a fresh coat of make up. I ran to my wardrobe and picked out a sexy

looking dress. Ta-Da! Perfect.

'Should I go down the stairs, or take the elevator?' My house is like 10 stories tall, and my room is on the top two floors, so going down the stairs will risk

sweating, and breaking a heel.

'Elevator. Duh?!'

Hopping into my pink elevator. My favourite song blasted through the speakers. The song was 'You belong with me' By: Taylor Swift. That song remeinded

me of Dylan. Thinking back I remembered that he dedicated that song to me on the first day of high school. Even if I didn't see him, he was always part of me.

"DING!! Main lobby!"

'Kay.. I get it."

When I entered the foyer, someone was knoking at the door.

"Impatient much." I yelled.

The same voice chuckled.

I fixed my hair and was a about to put on another coat of lip gloss when the guy at the door yelled," It's been 2 hours! I think you're gorgeus enough now!"

'2 hours, that was like nothing.'

As I was opening the door, I saw a face that made my heart speed up. It was Dylan.

He looked way hotter than Craig. Like a cagillion times better. He was shirtless, so I saw his refined 8 pack. Dylan looked oh so hot with water running down his chest.

His face was perfectly chised, strong jaw, big green eyes, cute nose, floppy dark brown hair, and wow his lips looked so kissable. His eyes gleamed with amusmant (sp?) when I gawked over his hotness. Dylan was built, a 6 foot 7 giant, and his butt looked sexy. Before I knew it I lept into his arms, buried my head into his chest and started to cry.

P.O.V. Dylan

"Don't cry." I murmered into her hair. Holding her close to my chest. Sparks lit whereever our skin met.

Simone looked up her eyes gleaming with happiness. Our eyes met I kept them looked. I kissed her tears away her tears,

That void that she left when she left me was finally being filled again.

I couldn't help it. My lips crushed hers in a long, lustful kiss. She responed a little shocked at first but warmed up to the idea of making out. Our lips moved in unisin (sp?). I licked her bottem lip, begging for entrance. Simmy bit my tounge. I growled. She giggled. Seizing the moment I plunged my tounge into her mouth, The mouned in pleasure. Our tounges wresled (sp?). Simone was mine. We broke off the kiss to catch our breathes. Simmy clug to me, I grabbed her in a tight hug.

"I missed you." I said.

" I missed you even more. I'm so sorr.." I cut her off.

"No, need. I totally understand why."

She nodded, and kissed my chest.

Holding her, protecting her, and loving her was easy. I felt like I could hug her, forever until, we heard a twig snap. A very angry, Craig, leaped at me with fangs glistining.

Simone's P.O.V.

'Fangs? Are you crapping me right now? This can't be happening! I love them both of them , but I loved Dylan first.' Words swirled in my head. Until everything registered. There's a vampire right in front of me.

"AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" I screamed.

Dylan yelled. "Run, SXimmy, Run, don't worrey about me."

I was frozen in terror.

Suddenly I saw Dylan turn into a 12 foot tall, black speckled, wolf.

Craig yelled to me with dylan's blood on his fangs.

'He's the monster. He hurt Dylan!'

"I'm not the monster, Simmy. I'm not the one who turned into a oversized dog."

"No! STOP IT CRAIG! Take me instead. Don't hurt Dylan. Hurt me."

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