Dating a Vampire

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I met Teren for dinner afterwards, and he was thrilled as well that we’d have dates with Tracey and Ben again. I smiled that my vamp liked my friends. Aside from me, he really didn’t seem to hang out with anyone else. Occasionally, he’d meet with a coworker for a beer. I’m assuming with Mike, since they were close enough for Mike to give him those amazing baseball seats. And occasionally, he’d be on the phone with other friends, talking about a sports game, fishing stories, or an article for work, but he never really went out regularly with people. Just me.

It made me a little sad to think that because of his impending doom, he was purposely distancing himself from being close to another person. A really close friend would probably notice his changes afterwards. And the rest of his family did pretty much keep to themselves on their “little” ranch. I suppose it’s easier to hide what you are, if no one is looking too closely. That made me glad my vampire had me. He’d be so lonely during this scary time if he didn’t. And finding a girlfriend after the change would have been a lot more difficult. Maybe…he was darn attractive after all.

Time sped up in the way that time can when you’re happy and content. Teren and I continued our baby making efforts with a near zealotry (Halina was right, we were running out of time). We met with my family and talked over the myriad events that happen to a person over the course of 7 days, the things that we could mention at least – I did not speak of my healing neck wounds that had faded away by the time we got together. Not even to Ash…that may have stretched even her tolerance level. We went to work every day and Teren made me dinner often, enjoying his chicken-draining more than the actual meal, I noticed, and we took his pup for long walks at the park.

It was a few weeks after our wonderful weekend at his parents’ ranch that Teren and I went on our first double date with Tracey and Hot Ben, since their reconnection. I suggested we go to a nice restaurant that Teren and I had gone to before, down by the wharf. Tracey thought that was a great idea and set it up with Ben. I choose going out to eat, because it was the one activity that we’d no longer be able to do as a group in a few months. Teren’s birthday was in November…we were already in the first half of September. His days of digesting were quickly dwindling. I tried not to think about what else was dwindling. Despite our best efforts, as of last week, in the most obvious way my body could tell me, I still wasn’t pregnant.

We all sat at a white, linen covered table with a spectacular view of the bay and sipped our wines - two reds, two whites. Ben held Tracey’s hand and eventually leaned over to give her a soft kiss. She stroked his hand with her thumb and leaned her head on his shoulder. I smiled that they’d finally seemed to cross over to the next level of intimacy.



I grabbed my own man’s hand while we chatted about things to go do together: a movie Tracey wanted to go see, a baseball game Ben wanted Teren to get tickets to, a new dance club that was opening up in a couple weeks – standard dating stuff. Then Ben threw out an idea that brought the knots back to my stomach.

He causally tossed it out there as the waiter was walking away with our food orders - Lobster Thermidor for Trace, Salmon and King Crab Roulade for Ben, Duck a l’Orange for me, and for Teren…the bloodiest prime rib they could legally serve him, of course.

“So, you guys want to go camping this weekend?”

I sputtered on my wine and couldn’t answer before Teren, who chipperly said, “Sure. I love camping. Where do you want to go?”

I turned my head to discreetly stare at Teren. He’d said once that he liked camping, but, he’d also mentioned it was hard to disguise his eyes and Ben had already thought he’d seen them once…

“I reserved a spot at Yosemite months ago and Trace and I are going. There’s some really great country over there, once you get away from the city.”

I cringed at Ben’s words, but Teren seemed perfectly relaxed. “Sounds great. I love Yosemite Valley. We could hike up to the Falls.” Then Teren seemed to remember that I existed. He turned his head to me and twisted his lips a little bit. “Is that okay with you? Do you want to go?”

That took me back. Was he going to go whether I did or not? Maybe I was wrong about his tendency to hang out with only me. Maybe he just hadn’t found the right “bromance”. I forced my features to maturity. “Of course I’ll come too. That sounds…interesting.” I raised my eyebrow on the end of that and Teren grinned before returning to his wine.

Tracey perked up from beside Ben. “Oh good…someone to do girlie things with me while the boys fish.”

I smiled at her and tried to picture this upcoming weekend, but just couldn’t quite get there. My vamp and I were going camping. My glowing-eyed vamp was going to be one with nature, with his possibly suspecting guy friend, and a woman who would scream so loud, if she ever found out what he really was, that she’d alert everyone as far south as San Diego to the situation. Interesting indeed.

I couldn’t dwell any longer on it, or secretly whisper to Teren that he was nuts and he shouldn’t agree to go, because our appetisers arrived. Oyster shooters. I smiled at Teren secretively as I took one. Like we needed an aphrodisiac…like there was any chance he wasn’t going to get lucky tonight. He noticed my odd smile and gave me one right back; he knew full well where our night was headed.

Not too long after our appetiser, our main course was brought out. Everyone’s meal was topnotch, but I did notice Teren’s lack of enthusiasm over his food. The last time we’d come here, he’d practically devoured his meal, but tonight, he was kind of picking at it. I squeezed his knee under the table encouragingly and he looked over at me with a tiny, unsatisfied smile.

That was when he started staring.

It started with just a simple glance at my neck while he lazily ate his prime rib. Then he looked back for a few seconds longer while he took another bite. About two thirds through his meat, he stared openly at the arch of my neck while he chewed. With 3 or 4 bites left on his plate, he gave up the pretense of eating and bored holes into the vein of my neck. If he were Spike, and I was a half eaten leg of lamb, there would have been drool from Teren’s mouth to the floor.

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Tracey and Hot Ben were too busy feeding each other from their respective meals to notice Teren’s absolute interest in my body. I smacked his thigh, but he wouldn’t stop staring. I whispered at him to stop it, knowing that he should be able to hear that. He was either too preoccupied to listen, or he didn’t care. His mouth dropped open and his eyes ran up and down the length of skin from my ear to my shoulder. I suddenly remembered his fangs dropping down at just seeing the carafe at his parents’ place, and I got really scared that Teren was going to lose himself to this craving he was having, and expose himself to my easily freak-outable friend.

I wanted to snap my fingers in front of his face, but that felt too obvious of a maneuver with Tracey and Ben sitting so close. They were still engaged in complimenting each other’s meal choices, but really, if one turned our way and saw the look on Teren’s face, a look that clearly was saying to me ‘God, I want that so bad’, they’d be pretty weirded out.

I grabbed Teren’s hand and pulled roughly. That didn’t work like I’d planned. He opened his mouth wider and hissed under his breath, bringing his head closer to me. We had already been sitting near each other, both on the same side of the table, chairs touching, but now he was leaning into my shoulder with his head staring down at my neck…and he was starting to breathe heavier.

Tracey laughed at something Ben said and started to turn her head to me. I immediately covered my neck, as casually as I could with my hand, hoping that would break Teren’s focus. “Emma…did you hear that?” Tracey turned all the way to look at us and scrunched her brow. “Is he alright?”

My heart was thudding so hard I thought it might jump out of my chest. I flicked a glance over at Teren, but he’d snapped out of it a bit and was staring at his plate and trying to breathe steadier. His face was a pale, and he almost looked confused.

I grabbed his hand, making him look up at me. His brow furrowed and his lips frowned slightly. “Actually, he’s feeling a little sick.” I looked over at Tracey as I shrugged. “We’re gonna go outside for a minute…get some fresh air.”

Her face oozed sympathy as she watched me grab my clutch purse and then stand him up. Ben matched her concerned eyes. “Hope you feel better, man.”

Teren nodded lamely as I walked him through the sea of linen covered tables. I wondered if he had even heard any of that conversation…or anything during dinner. I walked us through the elaborate double doors out of the restaurant, and looked around for a secluded spot. Across the parking lot I saw an elegantly fenced in area for the garbage receptacle. The gate on the wooden fence was partially open, so I knew it wasn’t locked. Looking around for witnesses and not seeing any, I pulled Teren in that direction.

He hesitated at first, not seeming to understand what we were doing or why, but then he relaxed and let me pull him. He’d either stopped wondering or stopped caring. The glum look on his face didn’t leave him though. I pulled us through the gate and shut it behind us. It was dark with the gate shut and Teren’s eyes glowed at me. I used the peace from that gaze to calm my wildly beating heart. He had almost fanged me in front of Tracey and Ben…I was pretty sure of that.

I pulled him to the far side of the dumpster, for even more privacy, and then leaning against the fence, I began to hitch up my flowy, knee-length dress. That seemed to break through his melancholy.

“What are you doing?” he asked, in a thoroughly confused voice.

I gathered the light, breezy fabric just above my thigh, bunching the material against my purse as I held my leg up to him. “Drink.” My tone implied an order.

He blinked and started to back away. I grabbed his dress shirt and pulled him closer. “Drink, Teren,” I repeated firmly.

This time, he shook his head and looked around the dark, enclosed area with the large, green container overflowing with rotten seafood and plastic bags of filth. “No, Emma…not like this.”

I grabbed his face and made him look at me. “You are going to attack me in the middle of that restaurant, if you don’t get some blood in you. Will you please just drink me now, so we can go back and have dessert without massively freaking out our friends?”

He exhaled slowly and with a guilty face, he nodded. I shoved his shoulder down as he bent to one knee. He placed my leg on his shoulder, so he’d have a better angle, and I leaned back against the fence again to support my weight. He made a low noise in his throat, the vibrations affecting me more than the slight coolness of the approaching fall air. Goose bumps danced across my flesh as I felt the stubble of his jaw run across my thigh. I ran a hand back through his hair, allowing myself to breath heavier. It was private out here…no one would know what we were doing. And if anyone suspected by the noises, even though we were both being pretty quiet, I’m pretty sure they’d expect something other than a man dipping into my femoral artery.

“I shouldn’t want this so bad…” I heard him mutter softly, his breath hot against my tender skin.

I was about to tell him I felt the same way, when his teeth grazed my leg and I felt them extend to fangs. He sank them in without a seconds pause and we both groaned a bit. He worked his hands up both legs while I held my dress up for him. He took long, deep draws and made satisfied noises, like he was finally getting what he really wanted. A part of me delighted that I could give him something that pleased him in a way nothing else could. A part of me was worried about how deeply this seemed to please him.

He took another couple deep draws, and just when I started to feel the tiniest bit faint, he tilted his head and his eyes flashed to mine. I held my breath at the fire I saw burning in the glowing orbs. Bedroom eyes had nothing on ‘sucking on your thigh’ eyes. I stopped caring about Teren’s needs as I stared back at those eyes. I stopped caring about Tracey and Hot Ben wondering if he was okay. I stopped caring about a busboy coming out here with a bag of garbage. I stopped caring about anything outside of those blazing, blue eyes, and I started caring about my own needs.

Dropping my purse with a dull thud to the concrete, I grabbed his face and literally pulled him off my thigh. He came freely, blood dripping off his chin and a warm trickle running down my leg. He usually licked the wounds closed, but I hadn’t exactly left him the option. I pulled his face up to mine, not caring about the blood on his tongue, his fangs in my mouth…only needing him.

His hands scrunched up my flimsy dress to my waist and ripped down my underwear. My hands made short work of his belt and slacks. We both panted in each other’s mouths, as we took our passion for each other to whole new level.



Having sex with a vampire, beside a waste bin overflowing with smells that churned my stomach, after letting said vampire drain my leg to near shaking, was definitely right up on the top of my “things I never imagined myself doing” list. Teren had opened my world in ways I’d truly never anticipated.

After our intense moment, we both clutched each other, trying to calm our breaths. He pulled away from me and licked a smidge of blood from my chin. I closed my eyes and smiled softly. Then I remembered the trickle down my thigh that I’d felt earlier.

I exhaled in a grunt. “Great…I’m bleeding.”

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He sank back to his knee and cleaned the red trail with his tongue, staying on the circular wounds until the bleeding ebbed. I tried to not enjoy it too much. Really, once by this reeking dumpster was enough, and we did have curious friends waiting. But damn, if it didn’t turn me back on a little bit.

He seemed to understand the look on my face when he was done. “Later, Emma…we do have people waiting.” He handed me my purse, then my silky underwear and flushing, I slipped them back on. I checked my clothes for bloodstains in the faint light that he emitted. Nope, I appeared to be all clean. I looked over Teren’s clothes as his fangs retracted; his seemed to be clean as well, thank goodness.

His face was happy and relaxed, and held no trace of the confusion or turmoil he’d shown earlier. I watched him carefully as he took my hand and led me out of that darkened area that we’d just christened. A light smile was on his lips and his eyes had the slightly unfocused look of someone a little tipsy. He walked straight and confidently though; it was just an odd, satisfied look on his face. A look I realised would be painfully obvious to Tracey, when we sat back down with them.

I stopped him as we started walking back through the parking lot and he turned to look at me, all happy and content like. I frowned. “Can you try and look like you’ve just been sick…not like you’ve just had sex?” I straightened out his clothes again and rechecked us both for bloodstains in the brighter lights of the lot, while he chuckled lightly.

“I’ll work on it.” He shrugged, the look not leaving his face at all. “I’m just so…relaxed.”

I scrunched my brows as I looked over his face. “You should give me a heads-up, the next time your…urges get that bad.”

He half-grinned and started pulling me towards the restaurant. “I’ll work on that too.”

Once inside, I slipped away to the bathroom to see to my leg while Teren went to sit back down. I didn’t think it would bleed again; Teren was generally pretty good about making sure my wounds stopped, before he left me alone. I liked to think that was out of concern for me, but honestly, he could just not want to miss a drop of his liquid diet. Feeling that “better safe than sorry” was a more prudent approach to dating a vampire, I’d started packing Band-Aids in my purse.

In the gilded mirror, I lifted up my dress (after making sure I was one hundred percent alone) and examined the wounds. They were larger than he’d ever made them before. I thought back to the moment and realised that it had hurt more than usual; he hadn’t been as gentle as he typically was with me. I’d just been too turned on to care. I sort of cared now, as I ran a finger over the red marks.

I dug through my purse for the bandages and finding one, pulled it out. It was just large enough to cover the area, and as I was patting it into place the bathroom door opened. I immediately dropped my dress and crumpled the bandage wrapping in my hand, discretely shoving it back in my purse.

Tracey walked through the door, sweeping the room until her eyes met mine. “There you are. Are you okay?”

I stuck on my fakest smile. If she had come in just a few moments earlier and seen the fresh wounds…“I’m great, Trace…just freshening up.”

She nodded her blonde head, understanding that feminine need. She took a second to glance over her own appearance in the mirror; fluffing out her hair and checking her eyes for stray makeup in the corners. “Okay…well, the guys ordered us a Bombe Alaska to share, and they just dropped it off.” She glanced over at me. “You missed the fire show.” A Bombe Alaska was the same as a Baked Alaska, except a ladle of lit brandy is poured over the meringue top of the dessert at the table. It made for a fun little presentation before the flames died out.

I frowned genuinely. “Oh…that’s my favourite part.” She finished prepping and I asked her, as casually as I could, “How’s Teren? He thought he was feeling better, once we got outside.”

Tracey smiled as she grabbed the door handle. “Oh yeah…he seems great. Near elated, I’d say.” She raised an eyebrow at me as she opened the door. “What exactly were you guys doing out there?”

With the look in her eye, the smirk on her lips and the suggestive tone in her voice, I knew that she knew exactly what we’d been “doing” out there, well, at least the tail end of it anyway. I looked away with a soft, embarrassed smile and she laughed heartily at me as we left the room.

I thought over our garbage receptacle escapade on the drive home. I thought about the moment before that, at his eagerness while feeding on me. I rewound a bit before that, to him muttering that he shouldn’t want it so bad, and then I rewound a little more, to him mentally draining me at the table.

I cleared my throat softly and he glanced over to me. “Um…Teren…”

“Yeah,” he replied, his voice slightly husky.

I swallowed at the sound and forced my head back to my troubling thoughts. “What was that at the restaurant?”

With a serious expression he met and held my eyes. “Well…” he looked back to the road, “sometimes, when a man and woman really love each other, there is just no way to express it, but physically…and sometimes, the overwhelming desire to be together, takes a person over in the oddest places, and you simply cease to care where you are or who’s around.” He looked back at me with a wry grin on his lips. “Sometimes urges just need to be filled.” His voice when he said that, almost made me grab the wheel and make him pull over…but we weren’t on the same page.



I smacked his shoulder as he chuckled. “I’m not talking about the sex…jackass.” I rolled my eyes while he laughed a little harder, clearly enjoying teasing me. “I’m talking about dinner, when you were staring at me like I was a lamb chop…remember?”

He grinned and looked over to me again. “Oh…don’t sell yourself short.” His eyes roamed up and down my body, making me feel hot all over. “You’re filet mignon, at the very least,” he whispered.

Again, I ignored his attempt to deter me with his evocative talk. “Will you be serious for a moment and answer me?”

He sighed, and with genuine sincerity in his face, looked over and whispered, “I don’t know, Emma.” His eyes went back to the road. “Food has been…” he grimaced, “…losing its appeal to me.” He shook his head. “I was eating that steak and thinking about how, if we were at my parents’ place, I could have a glass of blood.” Just his eyes flicked over to mine. ”Then I heard your heartbeat and I saw the vein in your neck quiver.” His eyes went down to that vein in my neck, as he continued huskily. “I started imagining that sweet, wet warmth filling my mouth, rolling over my tongue, coursing down my throat. I pictured your heated flesh on my lips, and the groan you would make in my ear.” His eyes flicked up to meet mine. “I just couldn’t care about the steak after that.”

Well, holy hell…I didn’t care about the steak after that little description. I leaned over and started sucking on his earlobe. His mouth fell open in heavy sigh. “Take me home, Teren…quickly,” I whispered and his foot slammed down on the accelerator.

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"Teren, I’m not so sure about this…”

Teren stopped from picking up our tent and left it on his half circle drive for a second. “It’s just camping, Emma…it will be fine, really.” He lifted it up effortlessly with one hand and shoved the heavy bag in his trunk, like it was a pillow.

I scowled at the display. “You can’t do stuff like that around them.”

He rolled his eyes. “I know that, Emma. I have been doing this for 25 years, you know.” He indicated the bags and coolers around our feet. “I just don’t want to be late, and we’ve got a lot to pack.”

“Teren…” My tone indicated that I wasn’t done disagreeing yet, and he frowned at me as he picked up a full cooler and breezily put it in the car. “He suspects…how are you going to hide your eyes?”

He looked at me blankly and then laughed. “Is that what you’re worried about? My eyes?” He laughed again while I scowled. It really wasn’t that funny…or preposterous. Ben had seen them before, and if he saw them this weekend on our little camping excursion, well, who knows what he’d think.

Still laughing, Teren said, “Trust me, Emma, he’s already written that off to a weird angle, or a flash of stray light…or a brain aneurism.” He looked over at me, grinning widely. “He’s not suspecting what you think he is.” He shook his head. “It’s not like I was staring deep into his eyes, trying to seduce him or anything.”

I twisted my lips at that comment. “Well, even if it was for just a second, he still saw it, and you said it was hard to hide in the countryside-”

He cut me off as he walked over to me and squatted to look me in the eye. “I was playing with you, Emma. Okay…it will be fine.”

He kissed me on the cheek as I bit my lip. “But…how are you going to hide it?”

He sighed. “During the day, it will obviously be fine.” I rolled my eyes and waited for him to continue. “I will be in front of the fire before it gets dark. I will stay within the firelight until you and I retire for the evening.” He playfully grabbed me and pulled me tight to his body. “And then, I’ll glow all night long for you in our tent. Perfectly alone and perfectly safe…okay?”

I tried to find the flaw in that to argue with, but his lips were on me then, and my argument drifted off of my tongue when his brushed against mine. Darn capable kisser.

Finally he pulled away from me. “Stop stressing, okay.” Then he packed up our car while I continued stressing …in my head.

I imagined all the ways this weekend could go wrong. I imagined the innocent, from Ben seeing him lift our impossibly heavy bag one-handed, to the not so innocent, Ben walking in on Teren caving to one of his new, primal urges, and sucking my other leg dry. Both seemed equally possible and equally horrific. But I was still coming. I wasn’t about to let my vamp go off to possibly expose himself without me.



Teren finished loading up his Prius, while I watched and worried. Spike, maybe sensing my unease, or maybe just being excited for a road trip, was bounding between Teren and me, circling my legs and licking Teren’s arms. After Teren was done loading up our stuff, his fishing pole shoved in last, he bent down and rumpled the fur around his pup’s ears.

“Sorry pal…you can’t come this time.” I cocked my head and wondered why, while I watched Teren give his dog kisses on the nose. He looked over and seemed to understand my curious face. “The park only has certain areas you can take dogs, and we’ll all probably go fishing so…” he shrugged and stood up, “he’ll have to stay home this trip.” He ruffled Spike’s head one last time, before grabbing his collar. “I think Tracey wasn’t too thrilled about a dog coming anyway.” He threw me one last lopsided grin before walking his Collie away. “I think she’s scared of dogs.” He chuckled at that, as he led his pup around his house, to the large indoor/outdoor kennel that he’d built in the backyard for his beloved pooch.

I chuckled internally at that comment. Tracey was scared of Spike? Teren was ten times more dangerous than that mellow canine. Of course, Tracey didn’t realise that, thank God. He came back a few moments later without Spike, and I pictured his furry dog circling a few times on his cozy doggie bed, that rivaled mine, finding a fresh rawhide that Teren had left for him, and burrowing deep into the plush blankets, for a long day of bone gnawing – doggie Heaven.

Teren gave me a peck on the cheek, and then we hopped into his car and started the near four hour drive to Yosemite National Park. Teren called Ben on the way over, to let them know we were headed out. It was early Saturday morning and our hope was to be there before noon. I sipped the espresso Teren had made us before leaving and thought about my anxious stomach, while Teren calmly chatted with Ben for a few more minutes.

I was wondering about Teren’s firelight plan, when I started at the feeling of his hand dropping to my knee. “You’re worrying.”

I looked over to his pale eyes, his lips curved in an amused smile. “One of us should be, Teren. Sometimes, I think you’re too casual with your secret.”

He frowned at that. “What would you have me do? Never leave my house? Stay hidden away from the world, therefore never experiencing any of it?” His eyes drifted back to the road, while his hand went back to the steering wheel. “You’re starting to sound like my parents.” He shook his head, a little irritated. “I don’t want to be scared of what I am…of who might find out. I don’t want to spend every day, locked up on a ranch with people just like me.” His eyes shifted back to mine. “I want to live, Emma. I want to experience everything this life has to offer. I don’t want to hide.” His hand reached out and he stroked my cheek. “How else would I have met a fascinating, beautiful woman that irritates and enriches me?” He grinned crookedly.

I grinned and rolled my eyes. I suppose he did have a point. You can’t really live, if you’re always being super cautious. Sometimes risks are warranted. I just wasn’t entirely convinced that “camping” was a necessary risk. I forced it to the back of my head. It was Teren’s secret…if he was comfortable with this level of exposure, then I guess I’d just have to be too. Because really, the last thing I ever wanted to hear him utter again, was that I was sounding like his parents.

I sank back into the seat and enjoyed the beauty of the California countryside as it flew by me. Teren squeezed my knee again, turned up the radio, and relaxed back into his seat as well. This weekend would be fine. This weekend would be fun…even if I had to choose to believe that.

We breezily chatted about his work. His newest assignment of, “The Best Bike Trails in the City, That You Don’t Know About”, was turning into one of his favorite pieces. We chatted about my work and how Clarice had me prep a tax file for Jon Voight, and I briefly got to see the actor in the hall before he disappeared into Mr. Peterson’s office. I told him that I’d practically met Brad Pitt, and he looked at me funnily. Smiling with enthusiasm, I explained that since he was Angelina Jolie’s father and she was Brad Pitt’s pseudo-wife, then I’d just successfully placed myself in “Six Degrees of Separation” with Brad Pitt. Yeah, he rolled his eyes at that too.

We were talking about what kinds of fish Teren was hoping he’d catch on the trip (and he assured me that he’d only use his pole to catch them), when we turned a corner through the scenic sequoias and the focal point of Yosemite Valley came into view. Half Dome peak is one of the most recognisable peaks in the world, and it can be seen from nearly everywhere in the valley. It looked like Paul Bunyan had walked right up to the mountain and swung his axe, cleaving the top in two. Then he strode off with half the tip and left a perfect, well, half dome. It was a breathtaking sight.

A little surprised at how quickly the long drive took us, and wondering how fast Teren had pushed his little Prius, I looked around at the thick, green blanket of trees lapping up to the majestic gray peaks, formed into unique shapes and sizes through eons of erosion and glacial carving. The passage of time deep within the layers of those rocks, made this 25 year old human girl feel very mortal and insignificant. The entire valley imbued a sense of permanence that was difficult to grasp. Being in this place made you believe that we were all pebbles in a much bigger pond. A pond with infinite edges that we would never fully see or understand…nor were we meant to.

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Entering the valley, we drove passed what looked like a perfect rectangle of granite, reaching as high as it could towards the Heavens. This particular formation was known as El Capitan, and it was a stopping point for rock climbers from around the world. As we drove miles below it, I imagined I could see tiny humans dangling from seemingly too thin ropes, scurrying over the dusty surface.

Teren glanced up with me. “Rock climbing might be fun one day,” he said casually.

I looked back at him with an ‘are you serious’ face. “After you’re all super-healy, you can go up there, but you couldn’t pay me to go with you. I’d rather not break every bone in my body…thanks.”

He laughed at my comment and we continued driving through the sea of sequoias. Eventually, as we pulled into the campground, the trees encroached on our car and we drove under a canopy of the majestic, red-barked monoliths. I could see ragged scratches along some of the trunks, reminding me that we humans (and one vamp) weren’t the only inhabitants of the forest.

We drove over the pine strewn road, straight to a lot in the back, where Ben must have told Teren our reserved space was. Pulling up next to Ben’s gray Honda Pilot, we parked and stepped out of the car. The sunlight filtered hazily through the massive limbs high in the air above us, and the distinctive smell of the pine trees, interspersed among the redwoods, hit my nose and made me smile. I glanced over the top of the car at Teren, who had a smile similar to my own plastered on his face. Nature could be so beautiful.

We walked a few feet into our camp and I smiled at Tracey, who was helping Ben set up their tent. And by helping, I mean she was idly holding a pole in her hand while he figured out which way the X pattern was supposed to line up. Spotting me, she waved and giggled, dropping the pole. Ben frowned at her while every piece of the tent fell apart. Teren laughed and went over to help him while Tracey came over to me.

“Cute pants,” she exclaimed, as she flicked a pocket flap on the side. I laughed as I looked down at her cargo pants; they were the exact same as mine, only khaki, not sage. Apparently, we had both shopped the same fifty percent off rack at Macy’s last week.

"You too.”

She adjusted her t-shirt and ran a hand back through her loose hair. “Thanks. Shall we make lunch while the boys work?” She nodded her head back to where the guys were struggling with the tent. I grinned as Ben lost a pole somewhere in the fabric, and the entire half that they’d managed to erect fell down. Ben ran a hand through his highlighted hair and sighed, while Teren laughed charmingly.

“Yeah… good idea.”

We rummaged through the coolers in the cars and made up some sandwiches for everyone. We found a bag of chips and some sodas, and then packed the coolers into the provided bear-proof food lockers. There was nothing about having our food locked away in a 33x45 inch metal locker that made me feel any better. Just the fact that bears roaming around the campground was so commonplace that they’d felt the need to install these lockers, gave me pause. That was a little closer to nature than I wanted to be.

Coming up behind me, Teren laced his arms around my waist and whispered in my ear, “Don’t worry…I think I could take a bear.” Looking at him over my shoulder, he opened his mouth and flicked his tongue over his canines. I laughed at the implied gesture, and did actually feel a little better about the situation. No matter what, my pit bull would protect me.

I turned in his arms and slung my arms around his waist. “I’m sure you could,” I whispered. “And what a treat that would be for you – better than a chicken.” He laughed at that and kissed me softly.

I hugged him and looked over his shoulder at the successfully raised tent. My eyes slid over to where Teren had also set up our smaller, and more easily put together tent. It was a few feet from Ben and Tracey’s and back a bit from the fire ring. Pulling away, I searched his eyes. The campground was quite shaded with the towering trees around us and, while nowhere near dark yet, it still wasn’t the same as being in direct sunlight. I was quite attuned to the faint glow, so I clearly saw it on the whites of his eyes, but no one else would notice…until nightfall.

I sighed and he smiled. “It’s fine, Emma…don’t worry.”

Ben came up behind us and clapped Teren’s back. “Worry about what?”

Teren smiled and casually said, “Bears.”

I blinked my eyes at him and shook my head a little at his ability to lie so easily. Although it wasn’t really a lie, I really was a little concerned over that.

Hot Ben smiled gloriously and Tracey came up to wrap a hand around his toned stomach. “Don’t worry, I’ve been coming here for years and I’ve never seen one. It will be fine.” He patted Tracey’s hand on his stomach as he said that, and I wondered if she’d had the same concerns that I’d had. Knowing Tracey, I was sure she had.

We contently ate our little lunch. Well, contently except for Teren. He eyed his sandwich a little grumpily, and I wondered if maybe we should have found a way to sneak in some blood to keep him satisfied. Oh well, he’d have to deal with it until at least bedtime…until he could get a nibble off me. Afterwards, we debated what to do first, while we removed all traces of food and put away the rest of our stuff.

Since it was only just after one in the afternoon, we decided to hike the Upper Yosemite Falls trail to Columbia Rock; it didn’t go to the top of the falls, but it was a much less strenuous climb, although still a pretty good workout. We all got in our hiking shoes, shoved some water, trail mix and a digital camera into Ben’s backpack, and drove to the trailhead to park our car for the couple hour hike.

The first thing I noticed was there weren’t a lot of people on the trail. Most of the visitors also seemed to be doing the lower trail; there were plenty of couples with young children and older grandmas and grandpas shuffling along those paths, taking pictures of the vista around them. Ben explained that it was because the famous falls were dry for another month or so, until the winter snows fed them again. He said he liked coming here this time a year, because it was quieter, less touristy.

I agreed as we neared our destination of Columbia Rock and no one seemed to be around us. Tracey and Hot Ben were on the edge of the rock, snapping photos of the trickling falls and the granite mountains surrounding it, the valley of green trees nestled between them, when I heard a sound behind me that made me forget every worry I’d ever had about Teren’s eyes, and reminded me of the real fear I should have been worrying about all along.

Teren and I had been standing quite a ways back from the edge, away from Tracey and Ben, catching our breaths from the hike and looking at the majesty before us. The noise I’d heard, was him dropping heavily to his knees and clutching his chest, groaning in pain. Tracey and Ben hadn’t noticed yet and I immediately dropped to his side.

"Teren…what’s wrong,” I frantically whispered.

He looked up at me, his face twisted in pain as he clutched his hand over his heart, like an old man having a heart attack. That was when it hit me. He was having a heart attack. He was about to die at the top of an hour long hike up a mountainside, and at least four hours away from the ranch. He was about to die in a place that I couldn’t possibly even begin to remove his limp body from on my own. He was about to die, and reawaken, in a place where currently, only me, Tracey and Ben were. He was about to wake monstrously hungry and one, if not all of us, were about to die too. And then, a possibly still hungry vampire would be loose among the crowds of men, women and children that we’d passed on the way up to this slope.

I immediately realised how foolish this trip was. Now was not the time to be in the middle of nowhere, and hours away from the safety and solitude of the ranch. My earlier concern of exposure was near silly now. That had never been the real issue. This was the real issue. And it was happening now…

[kiasusam]

His eyes tightened in pain as his hand reached out for me. I had no idea what to do, no idea how to help him. Should we start down to the car now, while he was still conscious? Do we clue in Ben and Tracey, or just quietly leave while they were snapping scenic photos. I wanted to scream at him to give me answers. I wanted to comfort him as he was dying. I wanted to cry. I was too scared to do anything, other than watch his hand slowly snake to my neck.

Then that hand grasped my neck and jerked me forward, until my lips crashed to his. His mouth found mine and hungrily pressed against me. Confused, I started to push him away. He chuckled and pulled me closer, parting my lips to sneak his tongue inside. That was when my second startling revelation hit me. He was faking…

I jerked away from him and smacked him soundly across the head. He frowned and rubbed his ear. “Ow, Emma,” he pouted…the jerk actually pouted.

In a harsh whisper, I screeched, “Don’t you ever joke about that again, Teren! I was scared shitless!” I smacked him again on the head. “I had no idea what to do!” I tried to smack him again, but he grabbed my hand and playfully pulled me into his lap. “I’m supposed to take care of you, and I had no idea what to do!” He brought his hands down my head to my cheeks, his eyes showing genuine remorse for his stupid joke. I could feel frustrated tears forming, and I tried to blink them back. “I had no idea what to do…”

I couldn’t hold back the sob and he quickly pulled me into his shoulder and scooted us to the far side of a large boulder, where Tracey and Ben wouldn’t be able to see us. He rocked me back and forth on his lap and rubbed a hand down my back.

“I’m sorry, Emma…I’m so sorry. That was a stupid joke. I’m so sorry.” He kept repeating it over and over, as he rubbed my skin under my light jacket.

Eventually, my fear subsided and my tears dwindled. Feeling rather stupid over my reaction, I pulled back to glare at him. “That. Was. Not. Funny.” He sheepishly held my eyes. “Do not ever tease about that again.”

He cringed and nodded solemnly. He helped me fix my face, and then we stood up and joined a still oblivious Tracey and Ben as we looked over the beauty before us. It felt a little less majestic to me, as a small river of fear flowed through my system. Yes, he had been stupidly messing around with me, but that didn’t change the fact that we shouldn’t be here right now. If that had been real…

I couldn’t even finish that thought.

To Be Continued on Next Chapter.....

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[Yesternight]

Please continue TS!!

[Gundogan]

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[kiasusam]

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

“We shouldn’t be here, Teren.” I whispered that, the breath needed to make speech barely passing my lips, but he heard me. His lips compressed to a tight line and his jaw clenched with the restraint to not answer me.

This was the 4th time I’d uttered that since our descent down the mountainside and back to the car. Each time, he’d ignored my near imperceptible speech, but I knew his abilities. I knew his stubborn, vampire ass heard me. We were driving back to the campsite, with Tracey and Ben chatting away in the back seat about all the miraculous things we’d seen: eagles, deer, rabbits, claw marks from bears on trees, what Ben swore was a mountain lion paw print and of course, the stunning view. Teren and I nodded and smiled every once and awhile, but neither one of us were really listening. We were having a near silent argument. One I was determined to win.

“Tell them you are feeling ill and we have to go home.” I spoke so low, I couldn’t even hear me.

His eyes not leaving the road, his jaw not unclenching, he slowly shook his head no.

I suppressed a sigh. “You’re being stupid. We should not be way out in the middle of nowhere. We should be closer to home.”

He closed his eyes for a second, and then reopened them and looked in the rearview mirror. “Hey, Ben,” he said casually, like he wasn’t as irritated as I was. “Want to do a little fishing when we get back?”

My jaw clenched now as I turned to glare at him. Really. Was he just going to run off and ignore my irritation?

Hot Ben glanced at Tracey, who nodded dreamily at her bleach blonde highlighted fisherman. His chiseled face looked back to Teren’s in the mirror. “Sure, man…sounds great! We’ll catch us some dinner.”

“Perfect,” Teren said happily. He looked over at me pointedly. “That’s the most perfect plan I’ve heard in awhile.”

I angrily turned my head away from him and resisted the urge to smack that smug look off his face. Jerk. Big vampiric jerk.

When the car stopped back at our campsite, I immediately got out and huffed over to our tent, pulling the zipper noisily and ducking inside. I re-zipped it on the inside and cursed silently that I didn’t have a heavy door to slam…that would have been much more satisfying.

"You are such a freaking asshole! Your vampire ass better stay far away from me,” I muttered sullenly, knowing full well he could hear me. Sure enough, a heavy sigh answered me from the other side of the tent.

I paced the inside of the tent, while I heard the sounds of Hot Ben and Teren gathering their supplies, and Tracey giggling at something that Ben was most likely doing to her. I suddenly hated how easy their relationship was, especially since Teren and I were right in the middle of a secret fight. I could see Teren’s body blocking the light, just on the other side of the thin fabric separating us, and I had a sudden moment of sadness sweep over me. That thin barrier between us, suddenly felt metaphoric in the worst possible way. I suddenly wanted him in here with me, more than I wanted to continue the fight…but he’d injured my pride. I couldn’t cave that easily.

I watched his shadow bend down to pick up something near the tent, his fishing pole, and then straighten back up. His shadow paused and for a moment we stared at each other, without really seeing each other. I knew he knew exactly where I was in the small tent; he’d be able to hear my heartbeat, even all the way outside.

“Ready, Teren?” I heard Ben calling, from over by the vehicles.

His shadow never moving, Teren softly said, “Yeah…I’m ready.”

His shadow narrowed to a thinner sliver as he turned away from me. I couldn’t handle that. “Wait,” I whispered. His shadow immediately hesitated and the shape of his head turned towards me. “Please come back before dark…please be careful…”

It was as close to “I’m sorry and I’m hopelessly in love with you, so please don’t let anything happen to you” that I could say, without conceding defeat.

I watched his head drop as he absorbed that. He nodded and I felt that he truly understood everything I was silently saying to him. He stepped closer to the tent and raised a hand up, touching the fabric. I raised my hand as well and our fingers brushed through the thin material. I had to hold in the tears at that insignificant, but so powerful connection.

I swallowed and his shadow fully turned away from me. Then I heard his car hum to life and slowly crunch over the small twigs along the road as they drove away. I curled into a ball on our sleeping bags and desperately tried to stop the sudden panic that flew into my throat.

I was in that fetal position when I heard our tent being unzipped. I looked up to the door, right as Tracey poked her blonde head in. “What’cha doing in here?” Her head looked around the small space before coming back to my eyes, that I prayed weren’t glistening. Apparently they weren’t, for she cheerily stepped inside and re-zipped the tent, before plopping down on the bag beside me and lying back with her arms above her head, her long locks fanning out around her. “Isn’t Ben dreamy…?”



She then began a 15 minute soliloquy on the perfection that was Hot Ben, as I tried to force down my fears and insecurities on my own relationship. I tried to be the good friend that listened and encouraged and asked the right questions and probed for all the right secrets. The secrets that she acted like she didn’t want to talk about, but really, she did, she just wanted to be asked.

I tried…it was difficult at first. I still felt like sobbing, and even though Tracey was oblivious to my bad mood, I was sure waterworks would clue her in. And I couldn’t talk about it with her. I couldn’t tell her that my soon-to-be-dead boyfriend had just jokingly faked his death, and it made me realize how terrifying that day is actually going to be for me. I couldn’t ask her what I should do. I couldn’t ask for opinions on how to change the stubborn man’s mind. I couldn’t tell her that the stress was giving me an ulcer. I couldn’t talk with her about any of that…because she couldn’t know his secret. Unlike my sister, Tracey would not handle it well.



But eventually, talking with Tracey about her mundane relationship eased my mind, and as we were laughing over Hot Ben’s toe-sucking fetish, my heart finally started to lift. I silently thanked Tracey, for the unknowing support that she was giving me.

[kiasusam]

After awhile we emerged from the cave-tent I’d been hiding in, and attempted to do something adventurous while the men were gone - we tried to make a fire. We walked back to where you could buy bundles of firewood and picked up a couple each. Feeling like quite the do-it-yourselfers, we giggled on the way back to our campsite. We even got an offer of help from a friendly, older man, playing with his two grandkids a couple spots away, but politely refused his offer, since we were feeling pretty good about ourselves.

We felt less good about ourselves, when we struggled with the actual making a fire part. Neither one of us had actually done that before, but it didn’t seem like it should be rocket science. We made a little tepee with wood, shoving some papers that I’d found inside Ben’s car underneath it, and then lit those papers with a match I’d found among Teren’s things. The paper lit immediately, curled, blackened and then drifted away on the wind, leaving just barely scorched wood above it. We lowered the tepee and tried again. After the third attempt, we finally had a nice little blaze going and did a little girl-power jig, right there by the fire pit.

That was when the boys showed back up. The headlights flashed along our gyrating bodies and laughing, we both looked over as the car shut off. Tracey squealed and ran to Hot Ben’s side, throwing herself into his arms and showering him with kisses. My reaction was much more restrained…we weren’t exactly on the best terms right now, after all.

Teren slowly opened his door and stood, his eyes never leaving mine. My heartbeat suddenly shifted into triple time, and I focused on maintaining an even breath. He cocked his head to the side, like he was listening to my reaction and then biting his lip, walked over to where I was standing beside the fire.

"I’m back,” he said softly.

I nodded, as tears filled my eyes. “I can see that.” My arms slung around his neck as my head buried into the crook of his warm skin. I inhaled the scent of pine, water and pure man that came off him, and squeezed tight as he lifted me a good foot into the air.

He exhaled heavily and nearly squeezed the life from me as he held me in that position. It wasn’t exactly an end to our argument, but it was an acknowledgement that we were still in this together. We were still hopelessly in love.

I brushed a couple of tears off my cheeks as he finally set me down. His pale eyes looked at me concerned, and he seemed about ready to speak, when Ben and Tracey came up beside us. “Did you tell her about the rainbow?”



He clapped Teren’s shoulder, while Teren muttered, “No, I hadn’t gotten to that yet.

Ben looked at me animatedly and held his hands out, indicating a size. “Yeah, we caught this rainbow trout that was at least this big. Right, Teren?” Teren glanced over at his hands and his black head nodded feebly. Ben swished his hands. “We had to release it, ‘cuz you can’t keep rainbows…but it was cool.” He pointed over to a bucket beside Tracey. “We got a couple browns for you guys to cook up.” He looked over at Tracey lovingly. “Nice fire, babe.” She giggled, and they proceeded to make out for a couple minutes.

I sighed and my eyes met Teren’s again. He sighed too. He pointed to the fire. “It is very nice.” His eyes flicked around the forest that would be darkening within a half hour. “I think I’ll have a seat.” I nodded and sighed again as he went to sit down. We may have acknowledged the love between us, but we needed to have some words too, and we couldn’t do that with Tracey and Ben right beside us.

Tracey and I went about figuring out how to fillet and prepare fish for frying. Ben had to come over and help us, which led to more inappropriately public displays of affection, but eventually we got them cooking, and our campsite filled with the smell of oil, fish and spices. We dished up our men’s meals, with the food they’d caught, and we all sat around the campfire and ate it with some rolls, a green salad and a bottle of wine.

The sky darkened as we ate, and the absence of light made me more aware of sound. I heard the snap-crackle of the fire pit, I heard light laughter from our neighbours in the campground, I heard the skittering of small animals underbrush, and I even heard larger creatures, rustling among the trees. I hoped none of the noises were bears. As we cleaned up all evidence of dinner, Tracey seemed to feel the same.

“You don’t think any bears are around, do you?” she asked Ben nervously.

He smiled an award-winning smile at her, making her flush, but Teren answered before Ben could, “There aren’t any bears in the area tonight.”



They both stopped flirting with each other to look over at him, and I shut my eyes for a moment. I knew he knew that because of his extra abilities; he could probably distinguish an animal’s heartbeat from a human one, and a bear would have a pretty big heartbeat. Perhaps he could even smell a bear. But Tracey and Ben wouldn’t know why he seemed to know that with such certainty.

He shrugged his shoulders. “I talked to a ranger while we were fishing. He said there hadn’t been any bears around the campsites for awhile, they’re all higher up the mountains.” He nodded his head over his other shoulder.

I narrowed my eyes, wondering if that was the truth or not. Ben nodded his head. “Is that who you were talking to?”

Teren met my eyes and nodded. “Yeah.”

I held his gaze for a long time but I couldn’t read him. I didn’t know if he was being honest or not. I hated that I didn’t know for sure. I hated how good he was at lying and yet, at the same time, I understood why he was. I searched his eyes while he searched mine, and decided to just let this one go. We had enough issues between us tonight. Before I looked away, I noted that he was right about his eyes; there was a distinct enhancement that I could easily see, but a normal human would write it off as an odd play of light from the fire. His eyes were fine…his eyes were no longer the problem.

After cleaning up, Tracey sat in Hot Ben’s lap and before long, their flirting turned much more serious. Giggling, they hastily said goodnight and darted off to their massive tent. They never even looked twice at Teren’s eyes – they only had eyes for each other.

Teren and I sat across from the fire and stared at each other. His eyes bored into mine, orange irises in a sea of startling white, reflecting the firelight back to me. Our stare down was interrupted by a ranger walking down the road.

“10 o’clock, fires out.” He told us, politely, but firmly, as he walked by.

Knowing that all Californians took fire safety pretty seriously, we stood and immediately doused the flames. Teren’s eyes glowed obviously as the last of the orange flames died out.

“I’ll be in the tent,” he muttered.

“I’ll be there in a minute,” I muttered back.

I watched his form in the darkness, his glowing eyes turning to regard me once before ducking into the safety of the tent and disappearing. I sighed and grabbed a flashlight, making my way to the bathrooms before bed – I had no desire to pee outside.

[kiasusam]

When I slipped back into the tent and changed into thermal pajamas (it got pretty cold at night, even here), I thought for sure Teren was already asleep. That was, until the glow ignited into life and turned to watch me.

I slipped into the two sleeping bags that we had zipped together, to make one large bag, and Teren’s hand hesitantly reached out for me. I shifted my body towards him and he placed his hand on my stomach, his face blank in the dim light he emitted.

“You’re still mad at me,” he whispered, shifting to his side to face me.

I sighed and brought a hand to his cheek. His eyes closed for a fraction of a second, slipping us into darkness momentarily, before reopening. “Yes,” I said simply.

He sighed and rested his head against mine. “I’m sorry, Emma…how do I make this go away?”

I pushed him back a little. “You don’t make this go away, Teren. We have to talk about this, really talk about it.”

He rolled over onto his back, removing his hand from my body, and the glow of his eyes splashed along the ceiling of the tent. “There isn’t much to talk about, Emma. I was joking around…it was inappropriate and I’m sorry.” His eyes flashed back to mine. “How long are you going to keep punishing me?”

I sat up on my elbow, my eyes narrowing. “Punishing you? Teren…this isn’t about your stupid joke.”

Now he sat up on an elbow. “Then what are you so mad about?”

I let out a disbelieving sound. Did he really not grasp this? “We shouldn’t be way out here in the middle of nowhere, Teren. It’s not safe.” He rolled his eyes, which pissed me off even more. “Your parents are right. It’s not safe,” I whispered harshly.

He leaned in close to me, the glow of his eyes seeming to flare with his anger. “God, you sound exactly like them now. Have you switched to their side?”

I pushed him back from me a little. “There are no sides, Teren. There is safe and there is not safe.” I indicated the looming forest around us, full of innocent people. “This is not safe.”

He ran a hand down his face, plunging us into darkness again. “It was a joke, Emma. I’m not dying this weekend. I could feel it if I were, and I’m not – I’m fine!” His voice was low, but harsh. I listened in the darkness for anyone that could have possibly heard that, but all I could hear was the quickly escalating sounds of Tracey and Hot Ben’s flirting. I stopped listening, and focused on the dark shape in front of me.




I grabbed his cheek again and he reopened his eyes, moving his hand away from his face. Able to see him again, I took in the thin, hard line of his lips and felt the rigid tension in his jaw. My own jaw felt tight, as liquid fire flashed through me. “You could feel it? Are you a freaking psychic now?” His mouth dropped open and the glow of his eyes narrowed, as he started to answer me. I beat him to it. “How do you know what it’s going to feel like? How many times have you died, Teren?” I snapped in a low voice.

His face came right in mine again, and a flash of something else mixed with my anger. I pushed that something else back and focused on my ire. “I know my body, Emma.”

I scoffed at that. “Really? That’s why you nearly took a bite out of me at dinner a few nights ago? ‘Cuz you know your body so well?”

He backed away, the glow shifting down as he studied the floor. If I could see more of him, I’m sure I’d see that he was blushing. “It’s not happening right now,” he muttered sullenly.

I flopped to my back, recognising that neither one of us was going to budge on this tonight. He flipped onto his, and we both stared at the seam in the ceiling that his glowing eyes illuminated. The noises in the tent next door, escalated into clear sounds of passion and Teren’s hand under the sleeping bag, scooted over to brush against my leg. The slight movement made a different kind of heat pulse through my body, but I forced it back as well. No way the jerk was getting lucky now, not after the afternoon we’d had today.

Not sensing my mood, his hand grasped me more firmly and started traveling up my thigh. I still didn’t move, not encouraging, but not discouraging either. He rolled to his side and brought his other arm around to my stomach.

His warm lips found my neck and he breathed against my skin, “Emma…let’s not fight…” The ache in his voice just about killed me, but I pushed him back.

He was surprised at that and blinked his glowing eyes as he looked at me. I ignored the hypnotic, trancelike feeling of that gaze and looked away. It was a rare event when I turned Teren down, and it had never happened since we’d decided to try for a baby.

“Emma?” he asked softly.

I turned back to the glow of him. “No, Teren…not tonight.”

“Aren’t we trying for a baby,” he scoffed.

My eyes narrowed. Well, that just made this a heck of a lot simpler. I poked a finger in his chest. “I said, not tonight.” I circled the finger over my body. “This is a restricted area.” I poked his chest again. “And you no longer have clearance.”

He huffed, irritated, and rolled his glowing orbs away from me. “Goodnight, Emma.”

I rolled away from him and moved to the edge of the bag, so we weren’t touching. “Whatever, Teren.”

I awoke the next morning in a cold, empty sleeping bag. I looked around the small tent, but Teren had slipped out and wasn’t inside with me. I sighed and stretched, massaging a lump in my back, where I’d apparently slept on a boulder. Slowly, I unzipped my bag and scrounged through my stuff, getting some fresh clothes for today. I hurriedly dressed in the still chilly morning air, slipping on my hiking shoes last.

Sliding out of the tent, I immediately spotted Teren. He was sitting alone by the fire, poking the ashes with a stick. He looked sullen and unhappy, and I hated that we were fighting. He didn’t look up as I approached and I sat beside him, resisting the urge to touch him. With a heavy sigh, I stopped resisting and let my hand fall to his knee.

He looked over with soft, pale eyes. “I’m sorry,” he said quietly. “I hate fighting with you. I was… ” He looked around the campsite, like he was suddenly unsure of what to say.

“An ass…” I supplied, with a slight curl of my lip.

He looked over at me and let out a small laugh. The mound of tension between us seemed to dissolve in that laugh. We relaxed in the chairs, his arm draping over mine on his leg, our shoulders touching. “Yes…an ass. I’m sorry, it’s just…” He searched my face while he searched for words. “My entire life, I’ve had people telling me what I should do, where I should go, when I should marry, when to have children…” He shrugged his shoulders. “I got so sick of it. I just wanted to be my own person, with my own goals, and my own dreams.” He pointed at the ground in front of him. “I wanted my own life.”



He looked out over the forest as he spoke in a whisper to me, “I fought hard to live in San Francisco…away from them. I think they only finally let me, to appease me, like eventually they’d snatch me back.” He shook his head. “I guess when people start trying to force their way on me, that old resentment rears up, and I just get really…defensive.”

He looked back at me and smiled meekly. “I’m sorry. I don’t want to be that person with you.” He cocked his head to the side adorably. “Forgive me?”

I swallowed as I studied his beautiful face. I smiled warmly and leaned in to kiss him. I pulled him in deeper, until our kiss was quite intense and he started to breathe heavier, then I pulled away and whispered, “I’ll think about it.”

We both laughed and sat back in our seats, resting our heads together and enjoying the stillness of the morning. Finally, he broke the quiet. “I’m really sorry I screwed up this weekend. That was really stupid. I didn’t mean to scare you.” I nodded against his head and closed my eyes, to hold in the sudden tears. “I love you, Emma,” he whispered.

"I love you too, Teren,” I whispered back.

[kiasusam]

We let the fight between us die, as we held each other’s hands tightly. There would be time. We could discuss it more, later. After another 20 minutes of peaceful silence, as we watched the leaves dance in the light breeze and listened to the morning birds calling to their mates, a zipping noise signaled the arrival of our site-mates.

I twisted my head to look at Tracey stepping out of her tent. She wore fresh clothes as well, and had her long hair pulled up into a ponytail that mirrored my dark mane. She zipped back up the tent, leaving Hot Ben behind. Maybe he was still sleeping. Their…night had been a rather long one.



Yawning, and rubbing a kink in her back, she walked over to where Teren and I were cuddling by the dead fire. She sighed loudly as she sat down opposite us. “I don’t know if I can do tent-sex again,” she muttered, right in front of Teren. He coughed lightly and I could feel him smile as he kissed my hair. Tracey continued, like she was only talking to me. “I swear I have a rock permanently embedded in my ass.” She rolled her eyes and tried to rub out her bottom. “Next time he can get the rock in his ass, I’m taking the top.”

Teren stood at that point and running a hand through his hair, looked back at me. “I’m gonna…get some…firewood…or something.” He leaned down to kiss me softly and then walked away from Tracey, lightly shaking his head.

I smiled as I watched him leave, then turned back to Tracey, who didn’t seem to catch that he left because of her…sharing. Tracey and I chatted about more specifics of her evening, details that Teren definitely would not want to be privy to, until eventually Ben peeked his frosted tips out of the tent. Tracey grinned at the sight of her man, all rugged ‘I haven’t shaved in 24 hours and my camping hair is a rumpled mess’ hotness that was Ben. He grinned back at the sight of her and she rose to meet him and give him an adorably sweet kiss. I was pretty sure that Tracey would put up with a lot more rocks in her ass to be with him.

Teren came back with a couple loads of firewood and nodded at Ben, looking a little relieved that the “girl talk” was over. Ben greeted him and the boys went about making us a warm, filling breakfast. I kissed Teren briefly, as he handed me my plate of bacon and eggs, and he grabbed my cheek for a moment and stared at me intently, like he was trying to silently convey just how horrid the last several hours had been for him. I nodded at him while my eyes moistened. I understood; I’d felt it too. He nodded back and kissed me softly again.

“I love you, Teren…but we still need to talk about this…later,” I whispered breathily.

He sat down beside me with a plate of his own and held my gaze for a few long moments. Then he nearly imperceptibly nodded. Relief filled my body. He was going to at least talk with me about it – hopefully without getting all defensive and pissy. I understood where he was coming from but I don’t think he understood where I was coming from. Without asking me, he’d heaped a lot of responsibility on me in this “plan” of his and I was scared. No, scared didn’t cover it…I was terrified.

After breakfast, the guys wanted to do a little more fishing and Tracey and I decided to join them. We spent the remainder of that lazy Sunday along the banks of the Merced River. We drove a few minutes to a parking area and walked along the rocky edges of the picturesque stream. Ben would say, “This looks like a good spot,” and Teren would throw me a sly glance and respond with, “No, I think the fish are further upstream.” I bit back a smile, knowing my vamp was sensing things that poor Hot Ben would never be able to.

Everyone listened to Teren’s suggestion and we ended up stopping at a spot that looked like an artist had painted it. Thick, majestic Douglas firs and sequoias lined the banks of the slowly churning, broad river. Huge boulders created perfect seats for Tracey and I to sit on, dipping our fingers in the icy waters. Teren and Ben went upstream a few feet from us and cast their lines into the clean, crystal-clear home to huge trout, that even I could see occasionally swimming by. Eagles perched high on some bare tree branches and watched for meals of their own, and Half Dome peak rose magnificently into the perfectly blue sky, providing a backdrop almost too perfect to believe was real. It was a stunning location.

The boys chatted back and forth about fishing lures and other places around California that they’d been. I noticed that Teren never mentioned his parents’ ranch, and the fishing hole he and his dad frequented, and wondered if that was because Ben would naturally ask to see it and that was just something Teren wasn’t willing to let happen yet. That reminded me that my mom had wanted to see the ranch. Hmmm…maybe she’d forget if I never brought it up again. Yeah…right.

Tracey and I found a nice spot on some large, flat boulders to lie out, and we enjoyed the warmth of the sun on our faces while we chatted about work and Ashley and our fishing boys. We had flipped onto our stomachs and were sort of ignoring the men, as we chatted about the latest celebrity gossip. I was sharing my ‘I practically know Brad Pitt’ story (which Tracey appreciated a lot more than Teren had), when an icy blast of cold water hit my previously warm lower back, where my t-shirt had lifted slightly, exposing my skin. I screamed and Tracey matched my startlement as her own skin was suddenly exposed to the frigid river water.

I flipped over and glared at a laughing Teren, who was wiping his wet hands on his jeans. He and Ben had thought it funny to cup a handful of icy water and dump in on our backs. Why does that sort of thing amuse men so much? I jumped up and smacked his shoulder repeatedly while he laughed and backed away from my hits. I heard Hot Ben spouting something behind me and knew Tracey was probably smacking the crap out of him too.

Teren suddenly picked me up and scooted me back into the forest a little ways. I could hear Ben and Tracey giggling, but I could no longer see them. Teren backed me into a tree and pressed his body along the length of me. I suddenly didn’t care about the fight we’d had. I suddenly didn’t care that he’d just doused me with water. I suddenly didn’t care that our friends were 10 feet away.



I ran my hands up his back and pulled him tighter to me. His lips met mine hungrily as we both exhaled heavily. His hands ran over my body as he made a noise deep in his chest. I ran my hands through his hair as my tongue sought his. I moaned in his mouth as we brushed together.

His mouth scooted over to my ear and sucked on the lobe. “I want you,” he growled and I gasped with how much that feeling was reciprocated. His mouth trailed down my neck as his body pressed harder into mine.

“How do you want me?” I murmured in a low groan.

His blazing eyes pulled back to look at me and my breath increased at the sight. His eyes flicked back to the bank, where Tracey and Ben were still laughing. They flicked back to me and his fangs extended. “Every way,” he breathed huskily.



Well, damn…

I struggled to remember that our friends were a short distance away, and I couldn’t entertain this little vamp fantasy right now. I ran my finger along his extended tooth and he quivered. I pressed the pad up against it until it poked through the flesh. I cringed at the momentary pain but stopped when his warm mouth closed around my finger and started sucking.

Oh, hell…

“Hey guys?”

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Ben’s voice shouting to us from the riverbank startled me from the hotness of my vampire before me. Teren stopped sucking on my appendage and shook his head lightly, his fangs retracting as he did. Taking a deep breath, he pulled himself away from me and smiled with the corner of his mouth. I struggled to put myself back together as he answered Ben.

“We’re coming,” he shouted towards the bank.



I heard Tracey laugh and mutter, “I bet they are.” My face heated at that and Teren chuckled and looked at the ground. When we were both more collected, he extended his hand out to me and I happily took it. We emerged from the forest a few minutes later, Hot Ben and Tracey looking at us with knowing smiles, before laughing and cuddling back into each other’s arms again.

“Ready for lunch?” I muttered and went to Teren’s backpack, to get the picnic we’d tucked in there. Only light laughter answered me and my face flushed even more.

A few hours later, found us driving along the highway through the sea of green trees, headed back towards Fog City. We were zipping a few paces behind Ben’s SUV, and I could see his and Tracey’s heads leaning together in what was most likely a sweet kiss. I thought about how tender and romantic their weekend had been, and how different of an experience mine had been. Not that Teren and I hadn’t had our moments, that last by the river still burning through my body and aching through my pricked finger, but for the most part, our weekend had been an…enlightening one.



As Teren had been helping Ben take down the tents and load up the vehicles, as Tracey had been regaling me with tales of more camping trips she wanted our foursome to take, my mind had been spinning with the ineptitude of Teren’s plan.

It wasn’t going to work. I needed him to see that. I needed him to at least consider it, without ripping my head off. I looked over at his softly smiling face as we followed Ben’s vehicle away from the park. I hoped that smile would stay on his face after this little conversation…we needed to have it though.

“Teren…”

The edges of his lips curled down as he knew instantly what we were about to talk about. So much for the smile. He looked over at me with only his eyes. “You want to do this now?” he said quietly.

“I just want you to listen to my side…that’s all.”



His eyes relaxed and his mouth softly curled in a smile again. “I can listen. I am capable of that.”

I exhaled in a long sigh and his eyes went back to the road, the smile still on his lips. “I’m terrified, Teren,” I began quietly. He turned to look at me with furrowed brows, and I continued before he could interrupt. “Your little stunt yesterday has clearly shown to me that I can’t do what you’re asking of me. I just can’t, Teren.”

He looked back to the road with his eyebrows still scrunched together. I couldn’t tell if the expression was anger, confusion or worry. Finally, he shook his head and said, “I’m only asking for a car ride, Emma. It’s not as big a deal as you-”

He wasn’t understanding my dilemma. I cut him off. “Assuming by some miracle you call me in time and I get to your heart-attacking body before everyone else, assuming I manage to get you into my car before a single person around figures out what’s going on, assuming all of that, how long will the actual conversion take Teren? How long do I really have?

He blinked and let his train of thought end without a fight. He stared at me for a moment, thinking about that. I could tell from his expression that this was the first time he’d considered that part of it. I realised that, just like I hadn’t looked at every angle when I’d asked him to change Ashley, he hadn’t looked at every angle in his quest to stay in San Francisco. Sometimes we only see what we want to see.

He looked back to the road and answered me quietly, and a little humbly, “Great-Gran said Gran’s conversion took half of an entire day.” I considered that, as his face fell in his next realisation. He continued in a near whisper, “Gran said Mom’s took 4 hours.”

I blinked and gaped at him. “4 hours? From 12 ? Teren, in one generation it condensed that much? Who knows how long it could take for you?”

He looked back to me, and I could see real fear behind his eyes as he considered the truth in that. “It could take under an hour for me,” he whispered again.

Icy panic filled me, as I realised what that meant. “Your parents live an hour away. Even if I got to you right away, even if you were still conscious in the car when we started the trip…if we got held up in traffic or the tiniest thing went wrong, or it was even quicker than an hour…”

He swallowed and spoke my greatest fear, “I would wake up in the car…alone with you.” He immediately added, “I wouldn’t hurt you, Emma…I swear.”

“Teren…what are you willing to risk on that? Are you willing to risk my life on a death-inducing thirst? Are you willing to risk yours?” He stared at me then, and his mouth dropped open. He hadn’t known that I knew how severe his thirst would be, that I knew how severe the ramifications of his not drinking would be. He didn’t know that I knew he would die, if he didn’t kill me. He realised it now.



He closed his eyes briefly and when he reopened them, he returned his vision to the road. We had lagged behind Tracey and Ben while we’d talked, and that happy couple was no longer within sight of us. That seemed a little appropriate, considering the conversation we were now having.

“What do you want me to do, Emma?” he asked, a heavy reluctance in his voice.

I laid my hand over his knee. “I want you to go to the ranch. I don’t want this burden. I don’t want this risk.” He looked over to me with sad eyes. “I want you to be safe, Teren.”

He looked back to the road and was silent for so long, that I was positive he’d begin fighting with me when he did speak. But with a heavy sigh, he finally conceded the fight. “Okay. I’ll go.”

He didn’t speak again for the rest of the exceedingly long drive home and I felt every mile go by this time in the oppressive silence. I found I couldn’t speak either. I found that I had no words. I didn’t feel like gloating that I’d won the fight, that he’d finally be safe. If anything, I felt guilty that I’d coerced him into something he didn’t want to do, even if it was the smarter choice.

We pulled up to my house hours later and he sweetly helped me carry my things inside and up to my room. But a sadness marked his features, like the reality of his situation had finally tightened around him, and he was having trouble accepting it. He’d lived for so long in a sort of stubborn ‘I’ll do this my way’ denial, that he’d overlooked some truths about his situation. Those truths were eating him up inside, I could see that in his countenance. He looked on the verge of a breakdown.

After the last of my stuff was plopped into a wicker chair in one corner of my small bedroom, I grabbed his arm when he murmured goodbye and turned to leave. He looked back at me with heartbreaking eyes, quickly filling with tears. One finally dropped to his cheek and I felt my own eyes watering.

“I’m so scared, Emma.” His voice quavered, and another tear fell down his cheek, following the same path as the first.



I immediately pulled him into me and kissed him deeply. He returned the kiss with ferocity and immediately started stripping clothes off of me. It was the only comfort I could give him. It was the only comfort he could give me. Things were changing…rapidly, and we clung to this one moment of physical bliss in my small Victorian bedroom.



To Be Continued on Next Chapter.....

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発売日: 2017-03-18

収録時間: 210 分

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