Our Story Part Two the Demon

Chapter Six

Rowan turned away. “Go to Hell.”

“Is that a no?”

“No, that’s a ‘go to Hell.’ Leave me alone.”

“Do you really want that?”

“Yes!”

“Why?”

“Because... everything was perfect! ... You’ve messed it up.” Her voice broke which annoyed the heck out of her.

Garret sighed sitting down beside her. “Oh, sweetheart, nothing was perfect. You wanted it to be so damn much you started to believe it was.”

“But-”

“Just listen to me for a minute.”

“Do I have a choice?”

“You could close your ears and start singing ‘la, la, la’.” She merely looked at him. “You don’t. When was the last time you were happy?”

“Two weeks ago.”

“Awwe, you remembered. Be honest, honey.”

“I’ve... never really been happy,” she whispered.

“Angel-”

“But everything was normal. I could have been!”

He shook his head. “No, angel, this is what would have happened. You two would have graduated, then gotten engaged. On the odd chance that he could have accepted what you are if you had simply told him, you’d get married. You’d have a white picket fence, and then kids. Do you know what happens when one of us mates with one of them?” This question was voiced solemnly, and there was a look on his face that she couldn’t quite place.

“No,” she said simply.

“The kid’s fine, as strong as one of us without most of the limitations. But the child is looked at as an abomination. Both sides usually want them dead. You would never have a normal life with him. Hell, normal isn’t an option for one of us. But that’s okay, who wants to be normal?”

“But-”

“But now you’ve turned him. Now he’s not the safe normal lover that he was.”

“We weren’t lovers.”

Garret smiled as though pleased. “Ah, yes, I forgot that part.”

“Besides, we can only have kids after we reach our hundredth birthday.”

“And then you’d have to explain to him why you can’t have kids and why you wouldn’t go to a fertility clinic.” He gave a shrug. “But now you and Jesse can have your happily ever after.” He cocked his head to one side. “You do still want to be with him, don’t you?”

Rowan was silent for a few moments before deciding on the truth, he seemed to be able to tell when she lied anyhow. “I don’t know anymore.”

“Really? Why?”

“You know why!” She sprang to her feet and started to walk away.

He grabbed her arm and spun her back towards him. “I want to hear you say it, baby.”

“Garret.”

“Say it.”

“Fine! I can’t stop thinking about you. You’re always on my mind, I dream about you, I-” His lips cut the rest of that statement off.

“Ditto.”

Rowan shook her head more to get rid of the feeling that came with the feel of his lips than anything else. “But it doesn’t matter.”

He chuckled. “Silly girl, of course it matters.” He ran a hand through her hair. “You want me, you admit that. Why deny yourself?”

“Because it’s wrong,” she said slowly, as though speaking to a small child.

He laughed. “Is this wrong?” His lips covered hers again. She started to protest but then his tongue slid into her mouth causing all thought to vanish, except him. She wrapped her arms around his neck with the simple thought: dreams don’t do you justice. He gently pushed her against the tree. His mind-touched hers giving her the image of the two of them intertwined on silk sheets. She shivered at the thought as she instinctively wrapped her legs around his. A low growl rumbled though him and he pushed closer.

“Garret,” she whispered pulling away to look at him.

“My love,” his voice was huskier than hers and a lot calmer. She pulled away abruptly. He blinked; his hands were still resting on her hips holding her up, against his groin. “What is it?”

“I can’t do this.”

He sighed. “Why?”

“I’m with Jesse.”

“No, you’re not.”

“Are you spying on me?”

“No, angel,” he murmured against her neck. “Just watching.”

“Let me go.”

He looked back at her calmly. “If I don’t?”

“I’ll scream.”

An eyebrow arched at that. “And what exactly will that accomplish?”

“I... okay, not much. It’ll annoy you.”

He smiled sensually. “I’d like to make you scream.” He just wouldn’t let up.

“Garret!”

“What?” His voice was pure innocence. She sighed. She struggled for an instant. His only response to that was a groan, muffled because his head dropped back into the crook of her neck. “Baby, you might not want to do that.” She gasped feeling the hard evidence of his arousal pressing against her.

“Why do you do this to me?” she whispered.

“Simple. I want you.” His lips met hers again. All thoughts of escape once again fled her mind as he leaned closer. He kissed her for quite awhile before touching her mind with his. I want... love... please... stay, love me, want me, so damn good... my angel. She pulled away gazing up into his dark eyes. He blinked. “God, Rowan.”

“Okay,” she said. “I’m leaving. I need to get to the concert.” He finally let her down. Garret was happy he had such great control of his body, as he willed it to calm down. He took Rowan’s arm leading her back towards the road.

“I can take you.”

“No thank you.”

“It’s just a little ride,” he wheedled. He nodded to the side of the road where a motorcycle sat. It was beautiful. Pure black with chrome parts. It just oozed power, much like its owner. “Isn’t she beautiful?” he gushed leading her closer to the bike. “Twenty years old, I restored her myself.”

“I’m appropriately impressed.”

“I can see your eyes, just one ride.” She glanced up at him and he winked. “On the bike.”

“Pig.”

He bowed playfully. “Thanks.” He got onto his bike. “You’ll be late if you walk.”

“To the concert. That’s it, right?”

A slow grin spread across his face. “Of course.”

“I’m going to regret this.” She climbed on and the bike roared to life. /Why do all the bad guys have motorcycles anyhow?/

/Because you girls love it./ “Hold on tight.” She grabbed the hem to his leather jacket. “Around my waist, angel, I don’t want to lose you.” She took a deep breath and wrapped her arms around his waist. He took off, burning rubber. He chuckled, as her grip tightened. He swerved in and out of traffic. After a few moments he stopped in front of the club. “Your stop, my lady.”

“Thanks for the ride.”

“You could give me a kiss, you know, as a thank you,” he said hopefully.

Rowan snorted. “Fat chance.”

He gave her a wounded look then the puppy dogface. “Please?”

She laughed. “Not happening.”

“C’mon, no one will know.” He was too cute for his own good... or hers.

“I’ll know. This can’t happen again.”

“We’ll see. I’ll see you around, angel.” He gunned the bike and rode away. Rowan watched him go before walking into the club.