Good Night Sweetheart

Reason

Morgan's POV

Lost in the moment staring at her as the movers hustle by. One stops giving us a funny look, clearing his throat. She jumps, and I let her go. She puts a little space between us, looking shy and sweet. I can feel the walls she's still trying to hide behind, and I don't know what to do to make those walls fall.

"Everything is there, sir." The younger man starts to smile but covers it quickly. He leaves, and so do the others, muttering to themselves about the fat tip I gave them for doing all this now.

As she watches me, I get up and go to the kitchen to unpack everything. "You can help me if you want. You are stuck with me for the rest of the day. I hope you don't mind too much."

She smiles, and her phone buzzes. When she grabs it to look at it, her face falls. "I have to take this. She rushes to the front door and walks outside to answer it. I'm stopping myself from following her. The look of anger on her face is one I hadn't seen before.

"Why are you calling me?" I hear her ask before the door closes, and she walks out into the yard.

Distracting myself by putting things away; I don't want to invade her privacy, but not knowing what upset her is killing me. After twenty minutes, I make her something to eat. I can make grilled cheese, at least. Peaking out the window, I see her sitting in a chair by the fire pit, looking up at the sky.

Joining her outside and setting the food beside her, she looks over at me. "Sorry about that." She's trying to sound like she's fine, but her pounding heart and the hurt in her eyes is hard to hide.

"Want to talk about it?" I ask, sitting down in a chair with her. She shakes her head.

"No, she just has that effect on me." She looks back at the firepit. The remnants of the ashes dance in the light breeze.

"Who?" I gently inquire.

"My mom." She sighs, leaning back and looking back at the sky. "She's stuck somewhere and needs me to save her again, but I can't. I don't even want to."

I would love to press her for more information, but that would probably just make her angry at me. I want to cringe when I hear the truck coming down the driveway. Great, their back. Why the hell are they here now?

Libby can finally hear it and looks down the long driveway. "What are they doing here?" She asks, sitting up.

"I don't know; maybe they want to see you." I muse, trying to hide my dislike for the interruption. The truck comes to a stop, and Megan jumps out.

"Libby, are you all right?" She asks, hurrying over.

"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" Libby asks, confused.

"Well, first of all, your mom called me, and secondly, we have a problem." Megan glances my way.

"Why did she call you? and what problem?" Libby is alarmed, looking at her friends.

"I don't know why your mom does anything she does. She said she was worried when she couldn't reach you a few days ago. She asked me to send her money so she can come to see you. Also, we wanted to warn you. Matt's dad just came to town. We didn't know he was coming. I promise you we didn't say a word, but if he finds out about a vampire here, there will be no stopping him." Megan looks as worried as she sounds, and even Matt seems concerned. Part of me wonders if he said something to his dad.

"So I will keep laying low until he's gone then." I shrug, trying to make it less of a problem. "Unless someone tells him I'm here, he couldn't possibly know, right? So are you going to tell him I'm here?"

"No, but he's going to ask about Libby. He met her, and well, he wants Matt's brother to come to meet her." Megan trails off, making me raise a brow at her. "Matt's dad is hoping they might be mates." Megan finishes, and I don't know whether to laugh or not. He can't be. She's mine; I know that much.

"No," I state bluntly.

"Dad kept muttering that Libby is different and can't figure out what it is; he wouldn't tell me much about it. I don't know what he's up to, but he thinks Libby is special." Matt adds, clearly uncomfortable by all of this.

"I don't really want to meet your brother just to be some experiment. Just tell him I can't." Libby huffs, crossing her arms.

"You met my dad. He'll be hard to convince." Matt hangs his head, looking truly sorry about all of this. I don’t know if I trust him.

"Well, you are going to have to do just that. Until he's gone, we'll just lay low." I interject, starting to sound possessive and angry about all of this. Who the hell does that wolf think he is, and what does he think Libby is anyway?

"I'll do what I can, but I'm telling you, if he wants to see her, then he will find a way. That's how he is. It might be better to just let him." Matt shrugs, unsure of what to do.

"No," I state firmly, standing up. "I said no, and that's all there is to it."

Libby gasps a little, looking at me, and I realize what I must look like; my anger has finally gotten the best of me, distorting my features and showing her the monster I am. Red-rimmed eyes and blue-black veins make my face someone I never want to be as my fangs extend; Matt and Megan look afraid. I can’t look at Libby. I don’t want to see the fear on her face. I need to get out of here before I let it take me over, and I really do something I regret. Every time that mutt comes around, he ruins things. I'm having difficulty finding a good reason to let him keep breathing.

Taking off into the woods and leaving the shocked faces does little to help me. Seeing me for what I am, the of thing of nightmares.