Moonlight Vow - Chapter 9
Here you go Chapter nine, I know you've waited a while. Comment lots!
Tristan's POV
I stared intently at my brother with all hatred aside. Brooke sat beside me. Her hands trembled over her mouth. Her eyes were wide and stared through me. Nathan was the first to speak. "How is this possible?" he asked, but with no expectation of an answer. I knew how this happened. Nathan is the one who told me. Only one generation every thousand years had the ability to change one human being into one of us. But even so the chances of the change were slim. The person had to have their heart set on giving everything they had to be with the other. The other being a vampire, and vampires were blood thirsty. If I hadn't known better, I only kept thinking about Brooke because her blood was so incredibly addicting to me. But I did know better. It was because I loved her so much that she was so addicting. Most of my kind didn't love. It was merely impossible for them to feel anything other than blood lust. I would do anything for Brooke to stay with me. Which is probably why this was happening. Apparently I was the generation that could sustain the change. We both loved each other more than life, I had her blood in me, the only thing left to make the change was for my blood to run through her. Humans wouldn't suck blood, but since I had bitten her so many times her body develops a need. A need to take back what I had taken. So my scent becomes as intoxicating to her as she is to me. Of course she had no extended canines to pierce my neck, and I couldn't be hurt easily. So the events that were so precise in this moment could only be described as being planned out carefully by fate.
I extended my hand out toward Brooke and touched her shoulder. She blinked and I knew she came back to reality. Her eyes watered, and part of me hurt to see her so upset over this. I hesitated. "Brooke...?"
"I don't understand..." she whimpered. "What am I?"
My hand slipped away from her. No, I thought as I felt my eyebrows press together. I'm the one that doesn't understand. "Tristan...I'm sorry I didn't mean it like that." Brooke said softly.
"I know what you meant." I felt my eyes burn, not like I was about to cry. I was angry, even though I tried to swallow these emotions. Brooke needed to want me more than anything for the change. I told myself, pointing this out to myself made me feel calmer. I inhaled deeply. I found myself waiting.
"I won't...hurt anyone will I?" she questioned. I shook my head.
"You won't need anyone else but me." I breathed. I felt a hint of a smile play against my lips. I felt the mood lighten as she gently pulled the corners of her mouth to a sexy grin that made my heartthrob. She wrapped her delicate fingers around my wrists and pulled me into her. I couldn't help but take a breath of her scent. It was sweet but always a bit spicy like cinnamon sugar. I tightened my arms around her body and threaded her hair gently between my fingers. A quiet groan rumbled through my sensitive ears and I quickly stepped away. I had nearly forgotten Nathan was standing a couple of feet away.
"We have to talk." Nathan said sternly, his voice was calm and not raging with anger. My body relaxed enough to follow him around the corner. "Sorry." I mouthed to Brooke, although she hardly seemed upset, I guessed she was probably relieved the terrifying moment with Nathan had passed as well.
I looked at Nathan. His eye's were full of concern. It was hard to believe after he just about strangled me.
"Tristan, you're in trouble and as of now, so is Brooke."
Brooke's POV
I wandered into the down stair's bathroom which hadn't been that far from the front door. It was neat considering it was the home of two young men. I forced myself to look in the mirror. What stared back at me was a shock. I touched my face, outlining every curve with my fingers. Besides the semi-dried blood that streaked down my chin, nothing was different. I ran a cloth under that faucet, and cleared my face of Tristan's blood. Nothing. Tristan had changed so much. His bone structure now is...I paused and felt a light shiver climb up my back. Amazing. But mine had the same strong jaw line and high boned, pouted cheeks. My skin was light but not...like Tristan's. With the blood gone, I started to believe I made up the whole thing in my head. I picked up the wet cloth and turned it over, making sure the smeared blood wasn't my imagination.
"Brooke?" A voice called from behind. The figure that joined the reflection made my heart flutter. Just like the dream I had before I came to his house.
"Tristan..."I responded. I turned my body to face him and felt my body instantly react like a magnet. I touched his arm softly and the tension inside my body disappeared instantly. His eye's laid on my arm as he slid his hand into mine. "Something's wrong." I accused. He slowly turned my hand around and started tracing the lines on my palm. Then he squeezed my hand and looked up into my eye's with a pathetic excuse for an innocent smile.
"Nothing's wrong. I'm just happy you're with me." He reassured.
"No. Something is wrong." I pressed.
"Brooke...I've got what I've always wanted, you. How could there possibly be anything wrong?" He promised. I felt my cheeks burn, and I knew by the look on his face it bothered him slightly. But I knew I was right and I needed to know. I smiled, reached out and grabbed the collar of his shirt with both hands. I pulled his face close to mine and he looked at me hard.
"Liar."
I stared intently at my brother with all hatred aside. Brooke sat beside me. Her hands trembled over her mouth. Her eyes were wide and stared through me. Nathan was the first to speak. "How is this possible?" he asked, but with no expectation of an answer. I knew how this happened. Nathan is the one who told me. Only one generation every thousand years had the ability to change one human being into one of us. But even so the chances of the change were slim. The person had to have their heart set on giving everything they had to be with the other. The other being a vampire, and vampires were blood thirsty. If I hadn't known better, I only kept thinking about Brooke because her blood was so incredibly addicting to me. But I did know better. It was because I loved her so much that she was so addicting. Most of my kind didn't love. It was merely impossible for them to feel anything other than blood lust. I would do anything for Brooke to stay with me. Which is probably why this was happening. Apparently I was the generation that could sustain the change. We both loved each other more than life, I had her blood in me, the only thing left to make the change was for my blood to run through her. Humans wouldn't suck blood, but since I had bitten her so many times her body develops a need. A need to take back what I had taken. So my scent becomes as intoxicating to her as she is to me. Of course she had no extended canines to pierce my neck, and I couldn't be hurt easily. So the events that were so precise in this moment could only be described as being planned out carefully by fate.
I extended my hand out toward Brooke and touched her shoulder. She blinked and I knew she came back to reality. Her eyes watered, and part of me hurt to see her so upset over this. I hesitated. "Brooke...?"
"I don't understand..." she whimpered. "What am I?"
My hand slipped away from her. No, I thought as I felt my eyebrows press together. I'm the one that doesn't understand. "Tristan...I'm sorry I didn't mean it like that." Brooke said softly.
"I know what you meant." I felt my eyes burn, not like I was about to cry. I was angry, even though I tried to swallow these emotions. Brooke needed to want me more than anything for the change. I told myself, pointing this out to myself made me feel calmer. I inhaled deeply. I found myself waiting.
"I won't...hurt anyone will I?" she questioned. I shook my head.
"You won't need anyone else but me." I breathed. I felt a hint of a smile play against my lips. I felt the mood lighten as she gently pulled the corners of her mouth to a sexy grin that made my heartthrob. She wrapped her delicate fingers around my wrists and pulled me into her. I couldn't help but take a breath of her scent. It was sweet but always a bit spicy like cinnamon sugar. I tightened my arms around her body and threaded her hair gently between my fingers. A quiet groan rumbled through my sensitive ears and I quickly stepped away. I had nearly forgotten Nathan was standing a couple of feet away.
"We have to talk." Nathan said sternly, his voice was calm and not raging with anger. My body relaxed enough to follow him around the corner. "Sorry." I mouthed to Brooke, although she hardly seemed upset, I guessed she was probably relieved the terrifying moment with Nathan had passed as well.
I looked at Nathan. His eye's were full of concern. It was hard to believe after he just about strangled me.
"Tristan, you're in trouble and as of now, so is Brooke."
Brooke's POV
I wandered into the down stair's bathroom which hadn't been that far from the front door. It was neat considering it was the home of two young men. I forced myself to look in the mirror. What stared back at me was a shock. I touched my face, outlining every curve with my fingers. Besides the semi-dried blood that streaked down my chin, nothing was different. I ran a cloth under that faucet, and cleared my face of Tristan's blood. Nothing. Tristan had changed so much. His bone structure now is...I paused and felt a light shiver climb up my back. Amazing. But mine had the same strong jaw line and high boned, pouted cheeks. My skin was light but not...like Tristan's. With the blood gone, I started to believe I made up the whole thing in my head. I picked up the wet cloth and turned it over, making sure the smeared blood wasn't my imagination.
"Brooke?" A voice called from behind. The figure that joined the reflection made my heart flutter. Just like the dream I had before I came to his house.
"Tristan..."I responded. I turned my body to face him and felt my body instantly react like a magnet. I touched his arm softly and the tension inside my body disappeared instantly. His eye's laid on my arm as he slid his hand into mine. "Something's wrong." I accused. He slowly turned my hand around and started tracing the lines on my palm. Then he squeezed my hand and looked up into my eye's with a pathetic excuse for an innocent smile.
"Nothing's wrong. I'm just happy you're with me." He reassured.
"No. Something is wrong." I pressed.
"Brooke...I've got what I've always wanted, you. How could there possibly be anything wrong?" He promised. I felt my cheeks burn, and I knew by the look on his face it bothered him slightly. But I knew I was right and I needed to know. I smiled, reached out and grabbed the collar of his shirt with both hands. I pulled his face close to mine and he looked at me hard.
"Liar."
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