How does one love?

5 - Fear

Evan

What do we say? How do you tell someone they almost died after falling off a cliff?

"We found you at the bottom of the blood cliffs. You were badly injured, so we brought you here. To the campus hospital." I said, trying to be as vague and gentle as I could.

"Why?" Ivy sounded genuinely curious as to why we saved her. I was shocked. Was she seriously asking why we didn't just leave her to die?

"What do you mean why?" Ren asked, tucking a few stray hairs behind her ear. I could hear the confusion and worry in his voice. Ivy looked down at her hands, fidgeting a little.

"Its just-," She shook her head, "Nevermind," She looked back up at us. She smiled, but I could still see her true emotions as they filled her eyes. What had she gone through in her life to be questioning why someone would save her from death? I softly squeezed her hand, trying to give her a bit of comfort.

By the way Ivy was acting towards us, I could tell she could at least feel the mate bond between her and us. Whether or not she knows what it is, she's feeling. I don't know. I don't think she knows much or even anything about the supernatural world, and if that's so, then she is in for one hell of a shock. I just hope she doesn't freak out too much when we tell her.

"Ivy stop," James' words pulled me from my thoughts. Ivy was pulling out her IV. How had I not noticed the fact that she was no longer holding my hand? "Ivy," She didn't listen and instead, in one motion she ripped it off. A small amount of blood wept from where the needle had been. My focus locked on the blood. The smell alone was going to drive me mad. God, I need the blood to go away. I was fine when we found her. I was running on adrenaline. So worried about my mate, I didn't care about the blood, but now. It was all I could see, all I could smell. See the three of us boys, we each had our demons, our issues. I myself had a few, but my biggest problem was the thing I knew now I was going to struggle to control around Ivy. I'm a ripper, I have little to no control over myself when blood is involved. Ren and James are two of the very few people who know this. Almost instantly, they noticed the change in my posture.

"f**k!" Ren mummled. He grabbed ahold of my arm and tried to pull me away from our mate. I struggled against him, James moving in between me and Ivy. I growled at him. This wasn't what I wanted Ivy's possible first impression of the supernatural world to be. This side of me, I never wanted her to know it existed. She'll think I'm nothing but a monster. Though my thoughts screamed against what I was doing, I couldn't fight my urge to taste Ivy's blood. She would probably be dead by now if it wasn't for Ren and James. Ivy shoved herself in front of James. I could see the fear in her eyes. I was scaring her.

"Ivy, move!" James commanded her, but she ignored him. She took a step towards me. No!

"Evan?" Her voice was soft, her face didn't convey the terror that hid in her eyes. I growled at her, trying desperately to hold on to the small piece of control I had. Taking another step towards me, Ivy reached up, cupping my face in her hands. James and Ren were both saying something, most likely telling Ivy to get the hell away from me, but I couldn't hear them. Pressing her forehead to mine, she whispered, "It's okay. You wont hurt me." Slowly, as the tingling feeling that came with touching her, my mate, spread through my body, I was able to regain control. I wanted to yell at her for not listening, for endangering herself, but I also wanted to kiss her for helping me even through her obvious fear. Hesitantly, Ren let me go, and my arms instinctively wrapped around Ivy's tiny figure. I couldn't help but burry my face in the crook of her neck as I inhaled her scent deeply. This was dangerous. I knew I shouldn't be this close to her, there were so many reasons for me to not be doing what I'm currently doing, but I couldn't move away. Her cherry and macadamia smell was so incredible, and impossibly addicting. I could spend the rest of my life living purely off her scent alone. Was that creepy? Perhaps.

Till death do us part