He's A Monster

Hi, You fucked my daughter

Marshal's perspective POV

I turn to face her, and there she is, Danielle, curled on her side beneath the white sheets, the morning sun spilling through the curtains and catching the soft curve of her hip as she hugged herself. She looks impossibly peaceful, so lovely it makes me smile.

Carefully, I lift a hand to brush a stray lock of hair from her closed eyes. My mind drifts to last night: the warmth of her, the closeness, the way we fit together. A slow smile spreads across my face.

I button up my shirt and slide off the edge of her bed, bending down to press a gentle kiss to her forehead.

"Sleep well, love," I whisper.

The sun is bright now, light spilling over her room, making everything golden and warm. I stretch my back, cracking it softly, and glance at the window. No way I'm climbing through that again.

Quietly, I step out into the hall, moving down the creaking floorboards, praying the house is still asleep. I blink a few times, licking my lips, still tasting the faint metallic tang from her neck, and I can't help but laugh quietly at myself.

They won't change, but they'll experience vampiric qualities, I recall Alex saying once. I laughed then, sure I'd never bite sweet Danielle. Funny how wrong I was.

I raise my hand to my chest, rubbing it for a moment, remembering her warmth, the way her mouth found mine, her hands tracing my chest, her body so fragile beneath me. My lips twitch at the memory: last night had been... unforgettable.

I shake my head, trying to clear it as I descend the stairs, when a voice cuts through the quiet morning.

"Ahem. Hi, I'm the mom of the girl you slept with."

Heat rushes to my cheeks, and I stop mid-step. Why am I nervous? Oh, right, I'd been daydreaming about Danielle, and now her mother is standing in front of me.

"I... ah, sorry, Miss. I...I was supposed to be gone before anyone woke," I stammer, face burning.

She just smiles, arms crossed, head tilted slightly. "No, I'm glad."

Her quiet, assured tone makes me pause. "You're rather good-looking," she adds, almost teasing. "May I ask... were you patient with her?"

I nod firmly. "Yes, Miss. Always."

A small, approving smile spreads across her face. "Would you like to stay for breakfast?"

"Thank you, but I should be going. Can you tell her I was here... that I didn't just run off?"

"Of course, sweetie. And you better keep her straight during spring break."

I glance at her, noticing the white apron with yellow flowers tied around her waist. Danielle gets to come with me during spring break? My chest tightens with happiness, I almost don't want to believe it. I shake my head; I don't want to jinx it.

"Marshal, is it?" she asks.

"Yes, it is." I smooth the collar of my shirt, suddenly feeling formal.

"Promise me something, Marshal?"

"Anything."

"If you're going to break her heart, do it sooner rather than later. I want to be able to fix it."

"I promise. No need to worry."

I move down the stairs, giving her a respectful nod as I near the door.

"I trust you, Marshal," she says softly.

"Thank you. I won't forget to tell her."

I give her one last glance before stepping outside, the morning air crisp and cold against my skin. I inhale deeply, letting it fill me, letting the warmth of the house and the thought of Danielle settle over me. I close my eyes for a moment, feeling... impossibly happy.

"Marshal, you're home."

I turn to Alex, standing there with his glasses perched on the bridge of his nose, squinting at me like I'm some kind of experiment.

"You're happy," he observes.

I nod, unable to hide it. "I'm very happy, Alex."