Counting Till The Clock Strikes The End

Counting Till The Clock Strikes the End (o3)

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Counting Till the Clock Strikes the End (o3)

Copyright © 2010 Alyson Wang

I was very tired with a massive headache just banging in my head after watching T.V and speaking to Tucker. We were now back in his room, he still haven't mentioned going to bed yet, which made me wonder if he ever slept. Even a vampire like me wanted to go to sleep! I was still confused about where I would sleep and how I would be able to sleep.

What if one of them staked me in the middle of the night? You'd die in your sleep, I answered myself.

We were both sitting on the bed; he was leaning against me and staring out into space. I tried my best not to notice the delicious scent that came from him. We stayed quiet, it wasn't the awkward kind of quiet, it was a nice quiet.

I felt him dozing off, but he snapped himself out of it. He wrapped his arms around my waist making me tense.

"Are you tired?" he asked me softly.

I nodded.

He pushes me onto the bed, his hands reaching for the covers. He pressed his chest against me; I felt his warm breath on my neck. He was way too close for my liking as I tried my best to stay still. I breathed in his wonderful scent quietly.

Minutes past and we still lie awake. He hadn't even attempted to sleep, which bothered me. Why didn't he want to sleep? Was he going to try something?

My curiosity got the best of me, and I opened my mouth and asked, "Why aren't you asleep?" My heart was thumping against my chest as I wondered if he was going to answer me or not.

He press his lips against my cheek, I felt his nose suck in my scent.

"You smell nice." He ignored my question completely. My face flushed, he smelt nice too. But it was too embarrassing to say out loud.

I swallow the lump in my throat, not knowing how to reply.

"I don't want to sleep because, I'm afraid when I open my eyes in the morning, you'd be gone. I'm afraid that this is just a dream." He said sadly.

"It is not," I reassured.

"How can you be so sure?"

I shrug my shoulders.

"Will you miss me if you were to wake up in your own room in the morning? Would you think of me? Would you come to find me?" He whispered, worried.

I thought about what he asked, will I?

Yes. Indeed I would.

I nodded my head lightly, I felt as if he and I were very close now. I felt as if he and I have been together for years.

 "I love you," he said in my ear. I bit on my lip, when I didn't respond, he gave up and sighed. It gave a painful ache to my heart, knowing that he loved me, but I couldn’t say it back.

My human self loved him, not me. I wasn't that girl anymore.

Our conversation died after that, and we both became quiet. I tried my best to close my eyes and sleep, while Tucker stayed awake.

I was in a bed, a big bed, with black covers. The room was big and bright, with the curtains wide open exposing the gigantic window. 

And strangely, I quite liked it. The sun didn't hurt me.

The washroom door opened and out came Tucker. With only a towel around his waist, have I ever mentioned how hot he is?

He smirked at me when he saw me looking and came into the covers beside me.