Vampire Wedding Ch 8 (Rewrite)- Misunderstanding

Chapter 8

Ryan's POV............

As Meghan went into the gas station Ryan waited outside of the car thinking about the kiss. It was explosive and if he had a heart it would be racing. He loved how responsive she was. He was thinking if she acted like that from just a kiss then he wanted to know how she would act if it was more.

Ryan was a very passionate guy. It didn't matter whether it was something he truly believed in or if it was sexual. He was just very passionate. From the few hours that he had known Meghan he realized that she was too. Suddenly he was almost all too ready to marry this girl.

"Screw you!" Meghan's indignant shout snapped Ryan back into reality. He turned to see her flipping a guy the bird while she was exiting the station.

"I swear men get more moronic everytime they step out the house," she mumbled as she reached him.

"Does that include me?" Ryan asked with a wry smile.

Meghan seemed to think about it. "Duh. Don't think just cause you're not technically human that you don't fall under the category of a man."

He chuckled. "Here's your change," Meghan announced holding out her hand. He noticed in her other hand was a bag.
"I put twenty five in the tank."
He nodded and she slid into the car.

Ryan could feel the sun rising. He tried to hurry and get the gas in the tank so that he could get back behind the protective shield that was inputed in the glass.

A few minutes later he slid back in the car. He noticed Meghan trying desperately to stay awake.
"You should get some sleep." he retorded as they were once again on the road.

"I'm not tired." she replied. Damn she was so stubborn.
"Yes you are. I can tell." he said glancing at her.
"I'm not tired I'm just-"
Ryan had had enough. SLEEP, he sent the command out and she was out in minutes

At a red light he reached over and reclined her chair so that she didn't have a crook in her neck when she awoke. Then he took a jacket and placed it over her.

MEGHAN'S POV...........................

Meghan woke up and stretched out. Man that was one weird dream that she had had. She had dreamt that this really hot psycho vampire had told her that she had to get married to him and her mom wouldn't come. What she remembered most about that dream though was that kiss. If she ever really met a guy who could kiss her like that then she would marry him in a heartbeat. Assuming he had one of course.

Meghan giggled out loud at her little joke before laying back down to get some more shuteye. Hey, just because she was in college it doesn't mean she had to go to sleep every day.

"Morning, love" Meghan's eyes flew back open. She knew that voice. Her eyes roame the ceiling. This ceiling was way to high to be her dorm room. Quickly she sat up and scanned the rest of the room.

Gold and white was all over the room. She looked down at the bed and there was a gold and white bed set. Oh no.
"Aren't you going to aknowledge my greeting?" Meghan's wide astonished eyes looked towards the voice and saw Ryan standing there in an all black ensemble. He looked as if he was going to the gym or something.

"Oh god. It wasn't a dream!" she exclaimed almost panicked. She jumped out of the huge bed and noticed that her clothes were changed. Now she wearing some silky feeling night gown. She looked back towards Ryan.

Ryan's expression was puzzled. "No it wasn't a dream." he replied slowly.

"Shit!" she started pacing back and forth. It wasn't a dream. Oh she could NOT get married right now. She had a life plan and marriage at the age of 20 was NOT THE PLAN!

Meghan took a deep breath to regain her composure and turned to face him. "Look I really can't get married right now." He looked at her curiouslly.

"What do you mean? We already discussed this Meghan."

"Ya but," she started slowly. "yesterday I was not my best and I had alot going on that day. So why don't you simply find another 'mate'?"

He laughed.It wasn't a humorous laugh. "And you think I wanted to track you down? I did have a life before all of this you know!" He growled.

"Well you don't want to marry me, I don't wanna marry you so how about we call the whole thing off?" He looked at her as if she had lost her mind.

"Do you not remember a damn thing that I told you yesterday? Like I said, I will not sacrifice my people and leave them fighting in a war that had been going on for twenty years just because I don't wanna marry some snobby human."

Meghan gasped in indignation. "I am not a snob! I always-"
"Yes you are," he disagreed. "The other ones are YOUR people. They diserve to know that their leader Lyson has not foaken them. You are his heir and it is your birth right to lead them."

"Yea but I-"
"But nothing. We are going to get married and I don't care if I have to drag you down the isle my damn self."

There was silence between them. Both were freaking pissed at eachother. Meghan mad at him because she felt he didn't understand her and he mad because he felt she didn't understand him. Boy were they a couple.