Vampire Wedding 3 (Rewrite)

Ryan pulled up to Meghan’s house and cut off the engine. He looked around and noticed that it was a nice neighborhood that she lived in. Her house was a two story and their garage fitted two cars.

The all the lights that he could see were off so he figured that no one was up.

He took a deep breath and prepared for what he was about to do. Leaning over he gently shook Meghan.

Here we go….

MEGHAN’S POV………

As soon as Meghan felt someone’s hand on her arm she shot up like a fire cracker. She jumped up so high that she hit her head on the ceiling of the car.

"Ouch," she grumbled as she rubbed the tender spot on her head. Meghan looked up at the person who touched her and immediately started freaking out.

First her eyes got big then she let out a scream before trying to climb her way out the car. Meghan remembered what had happened and she didn’t want to be his meal.

Ryan was trying to grab her before she got completely out the car.

"Wait!" he yelled. She got the door open but he climbed over her and closed it before she got out.

"Let me out!" Meghan started kicking and clawing at Ryan to get him to back off enough for her to get out the car.

"Wait. Wait. Wait dammit!" he yelled as he finally caught her arms and held her still. After the struggle stopped Meghan ended up slightly laying down with the top half of her body in the front passenger seat and the bottom half in the driver’s seat. Ryan ended up on top of her with her hands tightly grasped in his.

"Let me go." Meghan’s voice was cold and low. On the outside she looked cool and calm and no doubt angry, but on the inside she scared out of her mind. This….THING…. was on top of her and from the stories she read she knew she couldn’t break his grasp if he didn’t want it broken.

"I’ll let you go once you listen to what I have to say." All though she knew it was useless Meghan tried any way to pull her wrists free from his hands. Of course it didn’t work.

"Hey, hey, hey. I told you that I would let you go if you listened to me. With the way you’re acting you’re telling me that you never want me to let you go."

Meghan’s angry gaze jerked to his and saw his humor shining brightly in his crystal blue eyes. She also saw something else I his eyes that caused a warm sensation to spread throughout her body. It caused her breathing to accelerate and butterflies to flutter in her stomach.

It’s just fear, she told herself. Meghan’s gaze traveled from his eye to his straight masculine nose to his cheekbones, then finally to his mouth. Her eyes stayed on his mouth. She thought about how soft and thick his lips looked. She also thought about how they would feel against her lips.

I haven’t felt this way since Jeff. Now that she thought about it. She didn’t even feel this way WITH Jeff and that’s what scared her. She could not and would not feel this way for some….some….thing!

"Well if you think that then you are not only a freak of nature, but you’re also crazy," Meghan replied coolly.

"Touché," Ryan admonished with a chuckle. "You know, I like my women feisty." Meghan flushed as his unabashed gaze looked her over. He lifted up a little so he could see her chest. "Tsk, tsk, tsk. All this beauty is wasted on a pitiful human."

Meghan gasped in outrage. How dare he say something like that to her? She was unsure how it was an insult, but she knew it was one.

"I’d rather be human than a freak accident." She spat. "Now are you going to let me go?" Meghan waited with her eyebrows arched in expectation.

When he laughed again Meghan felt the vibration from it and it caused her heart to skip a beat (much to her annoyance). She also noticed that he had dimples. Meghan was a sucker for dimples and deep voices. And much to her dismay, Ryan had both.

She could feel the hard muscles pressed against her and could smell the sweet smell of his skin. His hands were strong as they held her wrists. Meghan began to fantasize about what those hands could do to her if they…..

Stop it! She mentally shook herself from her thought just in time to realize that he had been talking. She decided to just play it off as if she was listening the whole time.

"Alright, love. We can do it your way. Now, I’m going to let you go now and sit up. If you try anything before I tell you what I have to say then we will end up just like we are now again." He paused and cocked his head to the side before saying, "Matter fact. I have no problem with that at all." Then he smiled wryly.

Meghan rolled her eyes while she agreed to his terms.

He got off of her and sat up in his own chair.

"Ok," he started while she straitened herself up. "When we get in there you will tell your mother to come to the kitchen then you will….."

Meghan listened to the list of things he wanted her to do. She protested at the things she thought was outrageous, but he either was ignoring her or didn’t care that she was protesting.

"You get all that?" he asked when he was finally done.

"Yea. I got it all. I still don’t know why we have to do this. I mean, if you met my mother you would know that she could never be a part of," she paused searching for the right word. "your world."

"I have the best sources in the world and I trust them. Now let’s go."

Meghan started grumbling about how men were all dumb and about how they always expected women to just do what they say.

As she got out the car she took a look at Ryan and realized that he could be telling the truth.

Oh boy………

To be continued……..