The Harvest Moon

Chapter 14 part 1

It’s been four days and she’s yet to wake up. Bo would slip some water down her throat keep liquids in her system. Her wounds were healing, at a rate that I would of thought impossible for a human. But then again she had the mutts’ magic herds. I say magic cause it was more than just moss. I saw him slipping other leafy items in the jar and mixing it together.

“She won’t turn will she?” I asked Bo and he began licking her torso and shoulder. Yes licking. Apparently it’ll help heal faster, but I think he enjoys doing it more for pleasure than to help her. I see how he looks at her. The way I look at her. But he can’t have her.

“I don’t believe so. But of course you can never tell. it’s not the same as a vampire turning.” Andrew said bringing in more herds. “His salivas in her system, even more now than before.”

“Than stop licking her!” I said as I ripped Bo off of her. “I will be the one to turn her!”

Sitting there with her hand in mine, her body was cold, that’s good. If she was radiating with heat like the mutt than it would she’s turning. I heard her whimper, a soft one. She started to stir. I have been waiting to see her eyes open, and emit with life. But every time she’s stirred, she’s never woken up.

“Please wake up Alana, please!” I whispered, crying again for the ninth time this night. every time I look at her and think I was actually the one to cause this, the guilt would set in and I’d cry. if only I had just told her I love her, “if only I was honest. if I wasn’t scared.” I whispered.

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the sun was high in the sky, I saw it peering through the window, just behind the curtains. I made sure they hung heavy curtains for my sake. I looked down to see if she had woke yet, hopeing when I opened my eyes from my nap shed be awake. and she indeed was. in fact she wasn’t even in the bed!

“BO!” I yelled and running into the next room. ‘BO!” yelling again, I saw movement and expecting to see Bo, but I saw Alana as she swayed over to me.

Tears filled my eyes, and I swooped her in a hug, ignoring her protests of pain and to let her go. she was mine and id never let her go again, not form my thought, sight, or arms. I love her, love this simple, annoying, loud, bitchy, human girl.

“Um Dylan, please, you’ll reopen my wounds.” I let her go and she smiled. I smiled back at her, or tired. she was up on her tippy toes, lips locked with mine. she had kissed me, out of free will. was I still dreaming? I wrapped her up again and deepend the kiss, pouring every ounce of love I had for her into that one kiss.

she had her arm around my neck pulling me closer down to her,  as I was holding her up closer to me, not daring to let the moment pass so soon. she tasted so sweet, so delicious. I picked herup and carried her to the very bed she was in for newarly a week. she was laying on her back, like ive seen her so many often do in the past couple of sdays, but this time I could touch her, hold her, kiss her, hear her sweet voice, even if she only spoke insoft moans. she bit my lip and I was smiling into the kiss. she ran her hand over my chest and started to push me off. But I wasn’t having it. I broke off the kiss and left a trail down her neck, avoiding the shoulder which was injured. She moans again, each and every moan being locked in my memory. I nipped at her skin, and pushed her bra strap down and I made my way to her chest. She stopped trying to forbid me from touching her, but instead enjoyed every moment. Please don’t let this be a dream.

“Excuse me mast,” damn you Bo, “your fathers here.” I looked up from Alana, she was breathless and flushed.

“Well if I knew you were busy I wouldn’t of interrupted.” he was smirking at me.