The Betrothed.. (Editing)

The start.

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The start.

He looked into my eyes for a long time.

He cupped my face with his hand and brushed my hair back with gentle hands.

He looked at me with a very soft expression as the water tickled down his face.

"I can't" he said in a soft voice.

"Why?" I questioned my voice cracking.

"Because if I do, you will doubt me for the rest of your life. Thinking that maybe I really have been messing with your head all along when I haven't and when you finally come around the corner to falling for me your just going to think I made you- And- I- okay- I sound selfish but think about how you would react when your turned into a vampire and my compulsion wears off and you find everything out and- and- I-."

"Please" I begged. "I want to forget it. Please."

"I can't" he whispered again.

"Can't or won't?" I said my anger spiking up.

He looked at me for a long while and when he didn't say anything I huffed angrily whilst getting up to get out of the shower and off of his lap he grabbed my arm and pulled me back.

I started shaking as another wave of hysteria came upon me.

I grabbed his shirt in my hand and put my face on his shoulder and cried.

I whispered again and again "Please, please, please."

He rubbed my back soothingly.

I pulled back "Please"

He nodded. "Okay, only on one condition."

"What?"

"Give me your memory. I want to know what exactly happened."

Frowns creased my forehead "How do I do that?"

"You have to allow me in your head, I'll take care of the rest myself."

I nodded.

"This might hurt a little"

I nodded.

He put his hand lightly on my head, his palm resting on my head and his fingers tangled in my hair.

"Ready?"

I gulped. "Yes."

Suddenly I felt this unimaginable pain in my head as I felt something that shouldn't be there poking around in my head.

My first instinct was to block whatever it was.

Then I heard David groan and say "Let me in."

That's when I knew it was him.

I put all my defenses down and let him in.

In a matter of seconds he was done.

He let go of me and was breathing heavily.

If it was due to the power extracting the memory or the torturous memory itself, I would never know.

He pulled my face to him and sighed.

He looked me dead in the eye.

Before he could hypnotize me I said "How did you do it?"

"I'm a pureblood."

That's all he said.

As if that one word was enough to explain everything to me.

But I wasn't from his world. I didn't know its significance.