Immortal Lovers {Run 2}

1. A New Beginning

Harry

"You're the best thing that ever happened to me, or my world. You're the best thing that ever happened, so don't go away," I sang to her softly. We laid under the covers of our bed, Rosie's head in the middle of my chest and her arm around my stomach. She held me close as if scared to lose me, but she never would. I was one of her now.

I was finally starting to understand what I was and what I could do. Rosie was training me to control it, returning all the sessions we had together in the boxing club. We'd go there every week. Rosie insisted we bought all new equipment in the club. She still had flashbacks and reoccurring nightmares from the time we were both captured there overnight, not knowing what our fates would be the following day. It was torture, but it only brought us closer as a couple. I proposed to Rosie there.

I sang the rhyme one final time to her, relieved as I felt her muscles relax and her body ease of all stress. I knew of the times her mother used to sing that to her before she fell asleep and we'd learnt that it soothed her at night.

The song was the only thing that would get her to sleep these days. She told me her lack of sleep was caused by stress since our baby was due in a matter of days, but I could sense that she was keeping back from telling me something. I had gotten angry at her once for keeping secrets and almost lost all control. I went into a mad frenzy, smashing everything in the cottage, but Rosie finally managed to calm me. She was the only person who could do it. She knew me well enough to be able to do so. I had hurt her that day, and it hadn't been the first time. She told me the cut would heal overnight, but it could never be erased from my mind. As much as I push it away a scar remained inside of me, haunting me whenever I let myself become this beast.

It hurt the first time. Badly. My gums were tearing open as my sharp teeth forced their escape. I felt my heart was going to explode inside my chest. My muscles were straining more than they had ever done before. I didn't know what to do with all this energy pounding through my body. I wanted to release it to ease some of the pain, but Rosie was stern enough to calm me down and push me through it. I did and every time after that the pain weakened until I was able to gain some control back.

Soft snores began to emanate from the woman lying on me. I smiled down to my wife and watched as she slept peacefully for the first time in weeks. I tried to gently shift from her hold to let her to sleep in peace. She groaned as I lifted her arm from around me, but didn't open her eyes. I quietly shuffled to the edge of the bed. Her head sunk down to my pillow, nestling into the warmth below my head moments ago.

As I stood beside the bed, hands in pockets, I watched her get comfortable again in the bed. I couldn't help but grin knowing she was wearing my pyjamas. She refused to let me buy her a pair of her own; instead she wanted to sleep in mine. I didn't mind. Whatever made her feel comfortable was fine by me.

Rosie was now lying on her stomach, sleeping on my side of the bed. I grinned as her back rose and fell with each breath. I wanted to climb back into bed with her, have her arms constricted around me, but I knew not to wake her in case she couldn't get back to sleep again.

I gave her one final glance before silently slipping out of the bedroom. After clicking the door shut, I made my way down the stairs to the living room and smiled at the beauty of our cottage. Wooden beams ran above my head and a brick fireplace added to the warm feeling in the room. A lot of the furniture we had brought over from our old place, but we left the bare essentials there: the sofa, bed and fridge. We still had the flat. We'd learnt that with these abilities we both needed space at times. And the flat was the perfect place to stay for a few hours or even overnight to calm ourselves.

I collapsed down onto the sofa and stared at the blank TV ahead of me. The silence of the cottage soothed me, giving off a calming aura. A thousand happy thoughts and memories occupied my head, bringing a warm smile to my lips. I sat back on the sofa, picturing our wedding day. It was small, based in a registry office and it couldn't have been more perfect. Our wedding represented our lives, the two of us doing it together, us against the world. And if someone discriminated against who we were, then we'd put up a fight. And so far we hadn't lost.

This next journey into our lives, however, we needed someone to help. We wanted a child that we could call our own. And we couldn't do that alone. That was where Grace came in.

Rosie didn't want to carry our child in the worry that her body couldn't cope with it. If Rosalie lost control again and her body physically changed, then it could damage the small life inside of her. It also meant we could continue my training to make sure that as soon as we had our child, I was in full control of what I was. So after a lot of research and many attempts of IVF, Grace fell pregnant. And the rest is history.

Grace had been carrying our child for eight and a half months. Any day now Rosie and I would have our little baby, but one thought had been lingering in my mind ever since the day we went to the first baby scan with Grace. Would our child be like us? Would he or she be a vampire?

I knew what a dangerous world this was. I'd experienced so much these past few years knowing Rosie. It was no place for a delicate little life.

I realised my teeth had been stabbing into my bottom lip, making it sore. It quickly healed over as I released it when I heard my phone rang loudly. I quickly scrambled up to grab it so the loud noise wouldn't wake up Rosie again.

The caller ID was unknown. My eyebrows furrowed, but I quickly took the call to stop the music from blaring out.

"Hello?"

*****

Rosalie

"Rosie!"

My body jolted awake. I opened my eyes and saw Harry stood at the door with a huge grin on his face. I let out a tired grumble, but Harry ignored me and the bed rocked back and forth as his large body jumped onto the mattress. I groaned louder and buried my heavy form further into the covers. This was the first time I'd finally managed to sleep in weeks without the nightmares. I was running, running so far, but no one was behind me. I could feel a presence and it scared me. It really did.

"Rosie baby, I'm sorry to wake you, but you need to get up now. Rosie? Rosie?"

The bed covers were wrenched back and large hands gently shook at my shoulders. I scrunched up my face and slowly rolled onto my back. Harry captured my head in his hands. His muscles were tense, a wide grin across his stunning face. I couldn't help but smile.

"I didn't want to wake you," he spoke frantically, "but it's important."

"What is it?" I croaked, tenderly rubbing my eye with my knuckle. I watched through my other eye as Harry's smile widened until it was from ear to ear. My heart was pounding wildly in my chest. The pause was unbearable.

"It's Grace," he whispered. "She's gone into labour."