Dances with vampires

Fate Has Brought Then Together. But Will It Keep them apart Having moved to a strange town, seventeen-year-old scarlet brown is having the time of her life, until she meets a dark and mysterious boy at a club But there is a very good reason why Jack halloway is always out at night in the local area and it's not for just fun....


8. Chapter eight



I sobbed uncontrollably for about half an hour. Jack held me tight the entire time and I started to feel guilty about the tear stains on his expensive looking shirt. I tried to calm myself down before pulling away and murmuring an apology.

"Hey," he said, lifting my chin so that my eyes met his, "you have nothing to apologise for. If anything I should be the one saying sorry. I should have ripped that guys head off!" I laughed and he smiled back. A true, genuine smile that showed that he'd been worried about my unrelenting sobs earlier.

"So are you going to tell me what that was all about? I don't mean to pry but I'd quite like to know what to avoid doing so as to not end up on the end of one of your crazy ass beatings." 

He continued smiling, showing that the last comment was made in jest. I took in a deep, shaky breath and lifted up my shirt, exposing the long, ugly scar across my stomach. Normally people's reactions varied from shock to embarrassment, I had never experienced Jack's reaction before. Anger.

His fists were clenched, knuckles white, as he stared at the ugly scar. "Who did this to you?" He breathed, voice barely audible with restraint.

"No one...well I suppose the driver did...and partially the doctor..." my voice trailed off as the memories of that awful day flashed before my eyes. A new sob hitched in my throat and Jack pulled me close once more.

"I think I told you that my dad died a few years ago. Well, it was a car crash, and I was in it too. The other driver was drunk and slammed into us on the motorway. Dad went straight through the windscreen and died straight away. The doctors said he felt no pain." I paused for a moment before I could carry on. "The glass from the door window came through on my side and went straight into my stomach. I was in surgery for 18 hours, but I lived." Again I had to take a moment. "Since then if anyone ever called me Scar I would freak out. It reminds me of this horrible thing, and that in turn reminds me of the fact that Dad isn't here any more."

For a few minutes neither of us spoke. Eventually Jack asked a question.

"And the idiot boy knew this?"

"Yes, everyone knows."

"And he said it anyway..." his voice trailed off as mine had done earlier and the dark of his eyes seemed to consume his whole face. "I'll kill him." he whispered.

"NO! No you will not!"

"It will be easy. It can look like an accident." 

He was staring at something far off, not listening to me at all, so I sat up on his knee and grabbed his face in my hands, forcing him to look at me. "No Jack. Are you listening to me? I said no!"

My proximity to him shook him back to the here and now. He looked back into my eyes and I saw the darkness start to leave them slowly. When he was back to normal, well normal for a vampire, I scrambled off him, painfully aware of the fact that I had been straddling him for the last five minutes. I lay back against my pillow and stifled a yawn.

"You're tired, I'll leave." He got up to exit via the window, but I grabbed his arm, all of a sudden not wanting to be alone.

"No! I mean, if you don't have anything else to do, would you mind staying? I don't want to be alone."

"Of course I'll stay. But you need to sleep." 

He turned around while I got changed and into bed. He then settled himself on the end of my bed as I drifted off to sleep.

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