Never Forever

Chapter. 17 In My Home

When I finally got back to my beach house, I run in and slam the door, blocking out the rain. I make my way to my bedroom, switching lights on as I go. Nothing sounded better than soft pjs and a cup of cocoa. After changing out of my wet clothes, I pad down the stairs and go into the kitchen to make some hot chocolate.
But upon entering, I freeze. Nick turned to face me. Leaning lazily on the counter, he smirks. Fear laced around my heart. A droplet of rain water from my wet hair slid down the side of my face but I didn't bother to wipe it away. A gun would have no effect on him but I still wished for one.
"Would you care for a drink?" Nick asks, gesturing for me to sit at the counter. My fear turned to anger and my breathing a little deeper than it should have been. I couldn't think of a thing to say. What could I say? Get out? Fuming, I march over to the counter and flop down on a stool.
"Tea or coffee?" He turns to my drink cupboard.
"Vodka." I grumped.
"Oh?" Grinning, he switches paths, opening a cabinet and withdrawing a large glass bottle. It irritated me how he knew where to look. Selecting a shot glass, he deftly poured the liquor into it before setting it on the counter in front of me. I snake my hand out and snatch it back, all too aware of the knife I've come to know and hate. He picks up his own cup of what smelt like peppermint tea. Silence descended upon us. The only sound that could be heard was the occasional crack of thunder outdoors. I could feel him studying me but I refused to meet his gaze, taking a sip of the alcohol.
"You've changed so much." Nick says softly. In response, I gulp the whole thing down. His presence unnerved me in so many little ways and I hated him for it.
"What do you want now?" I hiss. "A back massage?" He lets out a dry humourless laugh before leaning on the counter. I force myself not to flinch away.
"No... I want you." His words hung in the air for a few moments.
"Ha!" I choke out a laugh. "I know thaaat. I mean; what do you want? Like we've already conjured up a deal of sorts. Why come here?" Reaching for the vodka that Nick had left on the counter, I take a slurp right from the bottle. He pulls the bottle away from my mouth.
"That's not a good idea, Jaclyn."
"Why ever not? I can do whatever I want, whenever I want thanks to you!" Jerking the bottle back, I take another swig.
"So you think that liquor is the answer to life's problems?" He straightens, tea in hand.
"Depends... what was the question?" I swallow a mouthful, enjoying the burn. He just shakes his head as if pitying me.
"You were never like this when-
"When what? When you first began torturing me?" I interrupt.
"Jaclyn-
"It's Jacey now, Nick. No L or N, Just E before Y." I point out.
"Jacey, I never tortured you. I was only helping you."
"That's what you think." I jab him in the forehead with my first finger.
"Not what I think-I know." He grabs my hand with both of his, startling me. "Jacl-Jacey, lets get away from here. Live together, forever just like we wanted." I stare at him, contemplating whether I have the willpower to waste smashing my vodka on his pretty head or not.
"You mean what you wanted." I snarled, attempting at jerking my hand back but failing as his grip was tight.
"I never meant to hurt you."
"Bah!" I jerk again. His blue cobalt eyes were drawing me in-just like they did two hundred years ago. I needed to poke them out.
"Please forgive me."He pleaded, gripping my hand to his chest were his heart should've been.
"Never!" Beginning to freak out now, I jerked harder. If I kept doing this I just might dislocate my shoulder or something. Without my realizing, we had drawn closer together, leaning across the counter, gripping my vodka like a life line.
"We could buy a small island somewhere in Greece with servants and everything you've ever wanted." His breath hit my lips just inches away. For an irritating moment, I was tempted. An island in Greece? With servants?
"Tempting... But, NO." Can you believe that it took all my willpower to say that? With him this close? With my girly hormones raging inside me. How long as it been since I felt this way. Oh.. two hundred some odd years. Dang him for doing this to me! And dang me for not seeing it in time! I was glad there was a solid counter separating us.
"Let go." I say it quietly and firmly, but my voice quivered slightly. I hoped he hadn't noticed. Jerking one last time, I almost fall over backward when he lets go.
"You must admit that I did succeed in making you a stronger, better person." Nick straightens, taking a sideways step to the right. Noticing his movements, I slowly slid off the stool-going in the opposite direction.
"Actually, you turned me into a broken, lonely girl." I think I was starting to feel the affects of the alcohol. Word of advice: never drink liquor on an empty stomach. But that doesn't mean I was about to let go of the bottle. I grip it tightly as I evaded Nick.
"Oh but you are strong-stronger than any girl in the world. It's what I've admired in you for so long." Nick continued his slow advance towards me. "A weak girl would never have survived my tests. I chose you-
"Because I was the only one you knew about that had the right blood type." I retort. He grimaced ever so slightly before deciding to take a different route.
"You loved me even then, what made you change your mind?" He asks softly.
"Common sense kicked in!" My heart was pounding very unhealthily. The vodka felt heavy in my hands and I set it on the counter, head feeling too light for my liking with a psycho in my house. I hadn't even known that I had stopped while he had kept coming. Now, he was around the counter and grabbed my arm. I shrieked and tried to backhand him, but he caught my other hand easily.
"I know you still love me." He breathes. I pull back but I only hit the counter. Crap. I was cornered and liquor-induced. Our bodies were too close together and I couldn't remember a single karate move. I felt helpless and vulnerable.
"How could I love a psycho?!" I shout, glaring up at him. Big mistake. My breath hitched. His blue eyes looked down at me intensely. His expression so sincere. I could almost see the boy I had fallen for all those years ago. He still loves me. No! No, he doesn't. He's just using you to get what he wants. But his eyes... don't look at his eyes! They're steel traps!
Nick moved closer and I instinctively move back but the edge of the counter stopped me. On a last, desperate attempt to escape those eyes, I shove into him, making him have to let go to right himself. I then duck around him, but no sooner am I clear then I trip on my own legs and stumble to the ground. Curse you, alcohol! Of course, the vodka just sits innocently on the counter.
"You're so cute when you try to run from me." I hear Nick say from behind. I leap to my feet and turn in time to see him come at me and pin me to the wall. I lean put to bite his nose off but he jerks his face back, smirking.
"I don't love you!" I snarl.
"Really? Or are you just trying to convince yourself of that?"
"I have an idea... why don't you just shut up!?" I spit, struggling to get a kick in at his valuables. But that was kinda hard when his legs are pressed up against mine. A nice German Shepard would come in handy right about now. Black spots clouded my vision thanks to my overdose of liquor. I had to lean my head on the wall, willing them away. I stopped fighting. What was the use? He was stronger than me and never stops at getting what he wants. If I ever want to be free from him, I'll have to find his weak spot. But at the moment... I'll have to wait. Because currently... I think I was going to black out. I didn't have enough alcohol to black out on but maybe Nick spiked my drink somehow. Plus I was feeling rather warm and comfortable even though I was pressed up against a wall and a hard chest. My eyes flutter shut.
"Some day soon, you will understand." I hear and the last thing I feel is his lips on mine.
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