Chapter twenty eight
Lauren's P.O.V.
I was walking around the small town we were in, because there was really nothing better to do. I had been trapped in that ugly motel room, so I was defiantly not sticking around there while Dana and her friends were out getting something to eat.
I was trying to do the same, find some food. Even though I didn't need it, I had already had two people this week. I honestly didn't need another one. But, I figured someone other than me should suffer with the mood I was in.
I had just passed a child's playground, and for this time of day- around nine o'clock- there was no one around, so that probably meant no food for me today.
"Hey, Lauren." A voice that was coming from the darkened swings behind me.
I whirled around, and was face to face with Cameron. I caught my breath as I saw his pale white hair shimmering in the moonlight. He still gave me butterflies after two hundred years.
I didn't know what to do, my instinct was telling me to attack, but I knew that I couldn't do it.
"Hello, Cameron." I said stiffly. "What are you doing here?"
He sighed and stood up from the swings and carelessly strode over to me. He was pretty brave with his actions considering that I was planning to kill his girlfriend.
He stopped a foot away from me. "I wanted to talk you out of what you're planning."
I took a small step closer to him. "Nothing you do or say will stop me." I whispered in his ear.
He moved even closer, now we were practically nose to nose now, and I could feel his cold breath on my cheek, and I stopped breathing completly. "Really?" He whispered back.
What was he doing? I thought he loved this girl...was he trying to trick me? Well it wouldn't work.
He leaned his forehead against mine, and I could feel his breath stop as well. I felt his hands go up to cup my face, and my eyes darted between his looking for answers, but he only gave me one.
He leaned down, and kissed me.
It felt exactly as it had before, only he seemed to be kissing me harder, and more forced. But because I was a vampire now, my senses were heightened, so I was strong enough to grip my hands in his hair and kiss him more forcefully too.
I pulled him closer to me, and he let me. I knew I should be thinking how this could be a trick, but all I could think about is: He's kissing me, he must love me again!
I knew I should have realized it WAS a trick.
He was still kissing me, so when he put his hands on my shoulders, I thought it was out of passion, but I couldn't have been more wrong.
He pulled away from the kiss by throwing me too the ground, and held me there with his hands placed strongly on my wrists, and he held my arms far apart from eachother.
I struggled to get up, but he held me firmly in place. I searched his face, to try and find any hidden emotion, but all I saw was hate.
You can't imagine how I felt. I was so betrayed, I wanted to rip his heart out right then, and If he hadn't had a grip on me, I knew I would have.
I felt tears starting to form under my eyelids, but I blinked them away, I didn't need to show weakness in front of him.
He glared at me, as he held my hands behind my back and started to tie my wrists together with the strongest wire imaginable that can hold vampires. It was the same wire I used on him last week.
"Why," I mumbled to him.
He kept on tying as he answered, "you made me, Lauren." He grunted.
I turned back my head to look at him. "All I wanted was to be with you forever. I didn't do anything, you caused all of this."
He stopped trying my hands for a second to think. And that's when I made my move. The wire wasn't fully tied, so I used my hands to grab his, and with all my strength, I flipped him on his back.
He was stunned for a moment, but got up in an instant and tried to knock me on my head, but I dodged out the way, and kicked him in the head.
He landed with a thud on the ground, and I placed my foot on his forehead. I pressed my heel into his head deeply.
I used my teeth to unhook the wires, and used it to tie his hands and feet, he groaned with pain as I broke his legs, so he couldn't try anything.
I leaned down and whispered in his ear, "you're first mistake was trying to mess with my emotions," I paused, "Because I don't have any." I hissed.
"What are you going to do?" He said quietly.
I laughed evilly. "A lot." I smirked. "But first, I'm going to kill your girlfriend."
I felt his breathing pick up in a worried state. "Lauren, I'm begging you. Kill me, just please leave Tessa. Please." He pleaded with me, and for a second I felt sorry for him.
But then the feeling of rejection when he left me, re-surfaced, and I shoved pity to the back of my brain. "Consider her dead, and YOU, mine."
