What He Made Me

Chapter 13 - His Point Of View

Chapter 13 - His Point Of View

I wake up slowly, and try to keep still as I listen to Dante’s heartbeat, not wanting him to know I’m awake. I begin shuffling through my mind, as rationality finally makes a reappearance and begins her rant. 

How could you!? This man snapped your neck; he killed you!? He took blood from you!? Monster, monster, monster!! 

I brush most of what she says away, I know that she’s being over the top. But, she’s right in some aspects, he did kill me. I know this was in order to make me what I am now; a vampire, but the truth of the matter is that I should have died alongside my sister. He didn’t allow that. He had no right to take that away from me, to change my life so dramatically and bring me here, to this place. 

I feel him tense beneath me then, and sigh, he must have been listening to my thoughts. 

“I couldn’t let you die.” He whispers this, his voice sounding broken. So he’s still letting me in, behind his masked façade. I can’t help the flash of happiness that follows his realization. But it’s quickly gone as I lift my head and look into his deep green eyes which clearly show all his hurt and fear – this confuses me. 

“What are you scared of, Dante?” I whisper back, tracing his eyes with my fingers. He sighs and relaxes a bit to my touch, as some of the tension leaves his body. 

“That you’ll run again, that you’ll go back to being scared of me. To rejecting me.” He flashes so that he’s on top of me now, pushing me back down onto the bed as he leers over me into my eyes. 

“Please don’t, I will never hurt you. Could never…” He shakes his head in disgust at this, and I realize just how many of my thoughts he must have been listening in on. It’s so unfair, that he can read my thoughts but not vice versa.

 He hears this, of course.

“You could, if you opened yourself up to it, up to me.” He mutters, tracing my face with his fingers now which sends pleasant shivers down my spine. 

“How?” I whisper, lost in the feelings his touch was giving me as those pesky butterflies return. 

“I know you feel my emotions, but not just mine.” He frowns at me and then continues, and narrow my eyes at him. How did he know this? 

Probably from reading your thoughts dipshit! Oh yeah…

“Concentrate on that, on my emotions, and try to push further, try and find my thoughts.” I’m about to do just this, as he suddenly leans down and places my lips upon mine. I jump and try to scatter away from him, but he has my in a dead lock, holding me in place as his lips move against mine. 

The amazing waves of pleasure and that warm fuzzy feeling return as he asks for entrance to my mouth. I resist and try once again to move away from him in vain, but then I’m surged with all his emotions. His deep love and admiration of me. The feelings flood into me and I bask into them, what a wonderful feeling. Feeling another’s love for you. He runs his tongue along my lips again, asking for entrance once more. 

This time I lose my resistance and open my mouth slightly to him, and he begins to explore me as he brings my body up so that I’m straddling him. I small moan escapes as I tangle my hands into his hair and thrust into him. He lets out a deep growl as he breaks off the kiss and trails small ones along my neck. 

“Try and push further, to my thoughts, Remadelia.” He gasps between kisses on my neck. Then I realize the need for the kiss: he needed an emotion overload, so that I could get into his thoughts. I do just that, I find that love I feel coursing through me, and push. I find him, I find how he’s pushing to get to me too, pushing all his thoughts and emotions towards me. All the love he feels for me, and suddenly I’m with him, inside his head.