Sandy Lynn - Kiss and Tell

“Seth…” Willow stroked his cheek gently.

“Don’t touch me.” He pulled away as if her touch were painful. As though she had burned him. He flew to the other side of the room almost faster than her gaze could follow. “Say what you came to say then leave me alone.”

Willow was stunned. This man was different from the gentle lover she had known, different from the sad man she had seen less than a week before. “What happened to you?”

Seth was practically shaking with need. He needed to feel her wrapped around him, needed to taste her beneath his lips, needed her blood to finally ease the beast roaring in pain and hunger within him.

But more than anything he needed her to leave. He would not allow her to become a sacrificial lamb, to be around him because she pitied him. And he wasn’t sure how much longer he could keep his growing hunger at bay. And by the old gods, I will not hurt her like that . He could smell her skin, the lotion she used. It only served to make him hungrier. He knew, as he was now, he could never be gentle with her.

“You happened,” he snapped. It was better to hurt her feelings than risk her life, her chance at happiness.

“Me?”

“Yes, you. You walked into my life and turned everything upside down. I was hoping that I would never have to see you again after you left the last time, but I can see I have to be blunt. Leave. Don’t come back. You should have taken the hint when my managers refused to help you.” He forced a nasty laugh out of his mouth, ignoring the bad taste it left. “What, you thought I didn’t know about that? I knew. I knew you wanted to see me, but I didn’t want to see you. But you just wouldn’t take the hint. Now I’m telling you to leave me alone. Do not try to come up to my apartment again. Don’t try to call me. Don’t try to contact me in any way.”

“Seth…” The sadness in her voice was ripping him apart bit by bit. It was somehow worse than the hunger.

“Leave,” he roared. Please, he begged the gods, please let her leave. I don’t know how much longer I can be strong and do what’s right.

Without another word she turned and walked out of the room.

Alone with his anger and hunger once more, Seth slid down the wall to the floor. His only chance for happiness had just walked out of his life for the third, and hopefully final, time.

He cradled his head and tried to block out the faint traces of her scent that even now lingered in the room, teasing him.

Willow pushed the button and waited for the elevator to arrive.

He doesn’t want me… Her heart shattered. After all that, he doesn’t want me.

She was stunned. Never once had she believed he would dismiss her like that. She could almost hear violin music playing inside her head as she threw herself a pity party.

Snap out of it, an angry voice inside her said roughly. After everything you went through to get here, to be able to talk to him and tell him what you want, you’re just going to walk away without saying a word? Grow a backbone! You don’t deserve to be happy if you won’t stand up for yourself!

And now you have your answer, don’t you? It’s good to finally know that you really were just going to be with him out of obligation, the voice taunted. We should be grateful; he saved you from one giant mistake.

No, she screamed back. I’m not here because of any obligation. I went through all that trouble because I wanted, needed, to see him again.

Yeah, right, and when did the sky turn green? If you were serious about it, about him, you would not have just walked out again. You fight for things you want, you don’t turn around and just stroll away from them. Never once have you walked away from something you truly wanted.

Stop it. He doesn’t want me here. A tear ran down her cheek.

So what? I guess it is easier to take; to simply walk away and not risk having your feelings be trampled on than to actually fight for him.

He’s already trampled them, she argued.

And still you didn’t say one word. Roxy’s right, you do give up on things too easily. No wonder you couldn’t hack it at your job, no wonder you got fired. You weren’t willing to fight for your reputation, why should you fight for a man you claim you care for?

Willow snapped her head up. She cared about Seth. No, that wasn’t right. Roxy had been right that first night I was home, after I found out the truth about Seth. Somehow, someway, she had already fallen in love with him. She loved his sense of adventure, his sense of humor. She loved the way he was always touching her, as if he couldn’t get enough. She loved his compassion and his giant ego. And she loved who she was when she was with him. The way she felt whole and completely accepted.

She had fallen in love with him. Why else would his pain cause her such grief?

“Fine, I’ll fight,” she told herself. “I’m not leaving this apartment until I’ve at least admitted the truth to him.”

The elevator doors opened but she just turned around and strode back toward his bedroom, embracing her anger. She allowed it to strengthen her for the heart-wrenching scene she knew would be behind the door. He didn’t want her? Fine, but like it or not he would hear what she had to say. He would not dismiss her again until she said what she had come here to say, damn it.

This time she didn’t bother to knock, she simply opened the door and strode in, ignoring the mess.

“You listen to me, fang-boy, I’m not leaving until I say what I came here to say.” She stood in the doorway, her hands on her hips and filled with indignation. “I didn’t go through all the trouble I’ve gone through simply to get into your apartment out of obligation. Yes, I freaked out when I found out you were a vampire. Big deal. Any woman would have. Whether it was on the first night or five years from now, it wasn’t something I ever expected to hear. And yes, I left the second time. But you made it clear to me that you didn’t want me here. You wouldn’t listen when I tried to tell you I wasn’t calling you Freddy. I was scared, damn it. I was scared and tired and I needed to figure out what I wanted. And I did—I have. I know exactly what I want and I am not leaving here until you know what I want too.

“If I thought of you as a monster I wouldn’t have looked back after I left. I wouldn’t have cared if you were in pain. But I did. God knows I didn’t want to. I wanted to run. I wanted to be able to walk away and not look back, but I couldn’t, because for some reason it mattered to me that you were hurting. I couldn’t walk away. But that didn’t mean I wasn’t still scared and confused. And then I was even more scared and confused because I realized I did care what happened to you.

“I went through the trouble to find you to tell you that I wanted us to try and figure out what there is between us. I’m not here to promise to become your willing buffet—but I was here to ask for a chance. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you. I dream of you. Not because you are invading my dreams. I know you aren’t because it doesn’t feel quite as real when you hold me in these dreams. I dream of you because I care. I may not be the sharpest tool in the shed, but I did finally figure it out.

“I am imperfect and full of flaws,” she admitted. “God, I’m standing here screaming at a vampire who right now is probably capable of killing me without any remorse. You’re so hungry you could probably drain me dry before you realized what you’d done, but here I am.