Good Night Sweetheart

Give me Strength

Morgan's POV

I head back to my apartment to shower and change after the encounter with Barns. While feeding directly from a human isn't something I do. The rush is undeniable. Like having three shots of expresso in ten minutes, and the buzz is hard to deny. Even if the man was disgusting, feeding on him until his heart stopped beating thrilled me.

I snuck into his office and found plenty of things that would make his disappearance less suspicious. The man was genuinely sick. He had been stalking several of his female students, including Libby. I also found some rather horrifying pictures of girls he had taken back to his home. The man was truly disturbed. It would have been much worse for her if he had the chance and Libby hadn't gotten away from him. I feel bad for the girls that weren't so lucky. At least now, there is one less of him prowling the world.

Resting my forehead on the shower wall as the water runs over me, I let out a long breath closing my eyes. She's out there in my home, and I know I never want her to leave me again. If it were up to me, she would stay with me and let me keep her safe for the rest of time. I have to let her choose what she wants to do. I also have to get food for the house. "Damn it." Scolding myself, hitting my head on the wall. I forgot I have nothing out there for her, but I can fix that.

Getting out and dressing quickly, I get to work. I drive back out there just to check on her and see her still sleeping, taking in the sight of her sprawled in my bed. Crawling in with her is a tempting thought I won't act on, but it doesn't stop me from thinking about it.

Leaving her a note and heading out again to make her morning better makes me smile. I want to do anything I can to see her smile. The way she looked when I found her yesterday, broken and fragile, is something I never want to see again. I only hope I never make her look that way. She doesn't know what I am, and if my family finds out about her. I don't want to think about what they will do.

While other clans are more lenient about human beloveds and not turning them, mine is not. They will want her turned or dead. I can't do that to her. I don't want to change her. I was forced into it, and I won't do that to anyone else. She gets to call all the shots, and even if she wants to leave me if she feels nothing of what I feel for her, this strange pull like I found half of myself I didn't even know I was missing. It would destroy me to let her go, but I can't hold her hostage. I want her to want me.

Getting back to the house and walking in the front door, I hear her on the phone with her friend. I can hear them both like they are standing in front of me. It's not like I'm trying to listen, but I can't help but hear. Seems they have discovered the professor's dirty secret; too bad they won't find the professor.

As I start setting things down on the counter and unpack what I brought her, she comes out of my room with her hair a mess looking sleepy. She's the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. I'm begging for her to want to stay. Please, god, let her want to stay with me. Let me have this one small thing please let her want me the way I want her. Please let me have this one tiny bit of happiness after so long.

Trying to gage every look and every breath, every beat of her heart as she sits playing with her food, I want to crumble as I try and look calm but feeling anything but calm. I want to beg her to stay. I would fall on my knees and beg if I thought that would work, I would have already done it, but she has to want to be mine. All I can do is try and assure her; the choice is hers and hope.

When she says she doesn't want to be alone, I have a glimmer of hope she might want to be with me as much as I want her to stay.

"No, I don’t want to be there alone." she say, tentatively unsure of the words as they leave her sweet lips. I want to scream, please stay. Looking at her as she continues to push food around, she glances at me, blushing ever so slightly. I can hear her heart as it beats faster.

"I told you anything you want to do is fine with me." I took the chance and wrap my arms around her holding her close to me already, and I want to again. I want to hold her every chance I get; she makes me feel again, so I chance it, and she lets me hold her. I lean down, resting my cheek on top of her head. Please, god, let me love you, I beg silently; feeling alive with her in my arms is the only thing I want. She makes me feel whole again, and I never want to lose this feeling.

***

She eats only a little, but she did go to shower, and while she smells mostly like me now, I can still pick up his faint scent on her. It makes me angry still, even knowing he's gone and can't touch her ever again smelling the bastard is the last thing I want.

Keeping myself busy unpacking boxes keeps my mind off her in the shower for the most part. I still have thoughts of her in there, making me groan. I'm willing myself to be patient. She will come around. She wants to stay and lets me call her Sweetheart without protest. She must be feeling something for me. I can be patient. I have all the time in the world, I keep telling myself, but it isn't helping much. I going to need a cold shower if my thoughts won't stop.

The water stops, and I listen for her to leave the bathroom. When she comes out of my room in my sweats and sweater, all too big on her, I might lose my mind. Wild thoughts flood my brain as I look at her and her wet hair. God f*****g help me.

Distracting myself unpacking, I feel her watching me, and I would love to know what she is thinking. Claudia can invade others minds, but it's something she worked very hard to learn. I never wanted to know what others thought until now.

"Feel better?" I ask, glancing at her. She nods and tilts her head.

"You must be used to moving because I'm impressed." She looks around as she talks, and so do I. I hadn't realized how fast I was going until now, and most of the boxes are unpacked and put away, making me choke.

"Yeah, I have moved a few times and don't have that much anyway," I shrug. "The books will be a beast to put away, though." her face lights up a little. "You wouldn't want to help me unpack them, would you?" I ask, making her blush; I know she's dying too, and I'm more than happy to let her. She nods slightly.

"I would like to see what you read." She gives me a beautiful half-smile. Give me strength. I beg any being that will listen if she keeps looking at me like that. No cold shower is going to help me.