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Mornings Suck!

Lacey

I swear, if he doesn't stop being so cute, I won't be able to stop myself from drinking his blood.

I mean, come on. This guy is super hot and is my mate, and he is just the sweetest thing. He doesn't even know how cute he is, frankly, that turns me on.

"Lacey," he murmurs into the air and stirs a little. He grabs at the corner of the blanket and I smile.

I bet if I could, I would fall asleep in his arms. But, just because we can't sleep and that I'm a vampire, that does not mean that I will be following Edwards lead. Because trust me, I know way more than him.

Like, when we're in the sunlight. We don't burn or sparkle.

We stay pale and we just stand out from others.

We usually stay inside.

"Lacey," Roman mumbles again and something inside of me warms up when he grabs my hand and strokes his thumb across the back. "Lacey."

I lace our fingers together and smile lightly. "Roman," I say softly and know that he can't hear me.

God, I'm going soft.

Last time that I have ever felt so warm and happy was only when I was little. I'm a full vampire, fresh from the cold blood. But little full Vamps can feel things that older ones can't. I remember running around in a flower dress, wondering why everything inside of me felt so happy and bright. I used to be happy, always.

I used to.

Roman opens his eyes and looks at me. "Lacey," he breathes.

"Roman," I repeat.

We stare at each other, both in some odd trance that I can't seem to stop. My whole self just feels so alive and light, and I don't think that my smile will ever disappear.

"I have to piss," there goes my smile.

I lift my top lip and hiss. "I hate mornings!" I snarl. "Mornings suck!"

He glares at me, "you hate everything. Including me!" He growls.

Oh, how could you be so wrong?

Ew, he's making me all soft. "Yep, that's right." I yell exasperatedly. "Finally you understand."

He shakes his head and grins. "You are just too cute." He cooes and ruffles my hair.

I hiss at him and yank his hand off of mine. "Don't talk about me like that. And don't talk to me at all. I want blood. Now." I am really thirsty- ouch.

I am in a really horny mood right about now. I just want to run my hands up and down his body, feeling and eating him so slowly that I wet myself from the anticipation. I want to grind my body onto his, while moaning his name over and over again. I just want to have his big buddy in my mouth so that I can suck to my hearts content. I also want him in me. I want to feel complete with him pupping in and out, while breathing harshly and growling out my name. He's teasing me, I know it. He knows that I want him so bad, and he just keeps going, being cute without a care in the world. I fucking want his big ass mother fucking dick!

"W-what?" Roman asks slowly and gulps, his face losing colour.

I blink. Did I say that out loud? "What do you mean, 'what'?" I hiss at him.

Roman's little-big buddy starts to spring up to life. "I heard it all," he admits sheepishly. "You were saying it out loud..." I just continue to stare. "And I can smell your arousal." This cute guy will be the death of me- wait hold up.

"You can what!?" Okay, now I'm pretty angry.

He starts to trace little circles on the ground with his foot. "I'm your Mate, I can everything and anything you can." He states and I can practically hear the smile in his voice.

I stomp over to him. "So you know how I feel?"

He nods his head and I groan.

"But, you're always... Sad. Why is that?" He asks curiously and his tone sounds so heartbroken, but he also sounds like a boy who hasn't hit puberty yet.

I look away, "it doesn't matter."

"I want to make you happy." He says new firmly and has a very determined look on his handsome face.

"You don't want to." I'll just break all over again.

"If you aren't happy, then I'm never going to be. You are the only one that will ever count in my life, the only one that has a special meaning for me. I won't ever be able to smile, knowing that yours is fake." He says so beautifully that I think that I'm going to cry. But I can't cry.

Oh screw this!

"I won't matter to you! I'll mean nothing!" Why am I screaming? I don't know, all I know is that I can't stop. "Just let me leave before I ruin you." I'm sobbing, is there tears?

Roman wipes a raindrop off of my cheek that has rolled from my eyes, his thumb lingering on there for a moment longer. "I am head over heals in love with you, okay? And there is nothing in this God damn world that will ever make me change my mind! I don't give a damn if you're filled with scars, half dead and fuck, I don't even care if you're a man! I have already made my decision the moment that I saw you grinding on a man, that I was gong to love to the end. If your past is shit, well guess what? Mine is fucking horrid. But I don't care, because I will help you and make you notice, that after all those years of shit, that you so belong. And you belong with me." I think I'm crying. I know I am after he said that. Actually, I think we're both crying.

"Love doesn't exist in my world." I mutter lowly under my breath.

"But do I?" He asks hopefully.

I don't answer that. "Fix me!" I scream instead. I drop down to my knees and hold my hands out in a way that people do to pray. Tears fall out freely and fast, desperation lacing through my tears and words. "Help me feel better! I want to laugh, smile, dance, sing and love without being constantly put down! Fix me!"

Roman's tears fall out faster too. "I can't," he sighs and my heart breaks. "I can't fix you because you don't need to, you're not an object and I most definitely am not going to treat you like one." He holds me in his arms and I just fall. "I will never let you go."

When I said that I fell, I meant I fell in love.