Full Moon Fling *Unedited*

Y'know Your Brand...?

Alba's POV

We sit on the bed, watching each other, and our minds touching gently.  This is so weird...I feel so safe with Colin.  Even if he is the Irish Freak.  I cock my head to the side to watch him breathe.  He seems...different.

"Hi." I breathe after a few seconds of staring at each other.  Colin smiles at me and something flutters in my stomach.  I squirm slightly, not sure if I like the feeling in my gut.

"Hey." Colin whispers and I wring my hands slightly.  I've got no idea what's going on and I think I like it.

"You-" I try to swallow the lump in my throat.  "You never came to see me." I say in a small voice and Colin's eyes widen slightly.

"Did you want me to?" He asks in surprise and I swallow, staring at the space between us.

"Maybe..." I trail off, stealing a glance up at him nervously.  He's studying my face like it's the most confusing Picasso painting in the world.  Is that bad?  Or is it good that I have someone who cares enough who wants to understand me.  I don't know...but I know I don't want him to go.

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Colin's POV

"I didn't think you'd want to see me." I admit and Alba's eyes cloud over slightly.  Alba's body sags slightly and she flops on the bed on her back.  Her shirt goes up and I see bruises and scars littering the tiny expanse of skin I can see.

"I was lonely." She  murmurs and as she breathes, I see a brand on her side.  I stare at it and as my eyes search it, I realise it's morphed into a full moon.

Fuck.  Just...fuck.  Did I do that?!  Oh God, I need to touch it.

I extend my arm to touch the brand under her skin, my mind chasing its own tail.  I'm so deep in thought, I don't see Alba's body spasm in terror.  I need to see if this brand is what I think it is.

If Alba's mated.

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Alba's POV

Oh God, I panic as Colin's hand nears my brand and I jerk off the bed.  I stare at him wild-eyed with fear and twitching.  I thought Colin was different - just a little bit different - from other lads, but I was wrong.  He just likes to fake all sugar and sweet before getting on top.

I whimper as Colin moves his hand closer to touch me, shrinking away.  Colin's face falls and my gut twists.  I moan as I squirm, not liking the feeling of...guilt?

"Alba..." Colin sounds like he's in pain and I quickly look him over for wounds from the fight.  What if Eoin had something sharp - played dirty?

"What's wrong?" I choke, my eyes still searching him.

"I wasn't goin' t'hurt yeh." Colin murmurs and his Irish accent makes my stomach flutter.  What can I say?  I have a weakness for accents.

"How can I know?" I whisper, closing my eyes tiredly.  I just want it to be over.  All of it.

"Don't think that." Colin exclaims, his eyes burning as I peel my eyes open to stare at him in shock.

"Why not?" I ask harshly and Colin shakes his head, his eyes stunned.

"Because...because it hurts me." He says, his eyes widening as he realises what an epiphany he's just had.  I swallow, unsure of what to say.  God, I'm so pathetic.  Not even alone for 5 years and completely ruined for anyone who is fucked up enough to love me.

"Uh...huh..." I nod nervously and when I feel the pain in Colin's mind, it makes me feel sick.  I did that...I hurt Colin.  "I'm sorry." I struggle and Colin smiles faintly at me.