Chapter 25: Chapter Twenty Five

Robert kindly and gently escorted me out of the room, carrying me in his arms into the living room, before sitting down and stroking me comfortingly as I continued to weep into him.

“I was so scared,” I cried, clinging on to him in case Trevor suddenly appeared behind us as he had before.

“It’s alright, Stephen’s taking care of him,” Robert assured me, his anger evident in his voice.

“In fact, Mel, can I put you down for a second?” Robert asked his eyes on my bedroom as he attempted to set me down on the sofa, alone.

“No, you can’t leave me Rob!” I panicked, gripping his shirt even more. I did not want to be alone after what had happened.

“Melanie please! I need to get him back for what he did or almost did to you!” Robert yelled, his pale blue eyes blazing in frustration and rage. Scared by his outburst, I immediately stopped crying, loosened my grip on his shirt and slide off his lap, my eyes never leaving his.

“You’re killing me Melanie...” Robert mumbled, pulling me back into him after apologising for shouting. My loud crying seemed to block out the grunts and sounds of punches being thrown which I was grateful for and not too long afterwards, the police barged through my front door, walking straight through to my bedroom once Robert signalled where Trevor was and a limp body was placed onto a stretcher. My eyes lifelessly stared ahead of me at the blood drenched body of Trevor.

Who would have known that my fiancé had and was a secret psycho? Who would have known that I would find out a day after my supposed wedding day?

“Are you okay Miss?” A police officer questioned, suddenly appearing in my face, causing me to snap out of my disturbing thoughts.

“She’s really shaken up, so if you could give her a little space,” Robert retorted, glaring at the young police officer.

“Well I will but I was just asking if she okay,” The police officer snapped back, his chocolate brown eyes turning back to mine as they held my motionless gaze.

“Are you okay Miss?” He repeated whilst I heard my brother growl quietly in the background. Nodding slowly, I took in his sweet face and thin lips as a strand of his caramel blond hair swept over his forehead.

“My name is Danny and when you are ready to speak to me about what happened today, call this number and ask for me,” Danny informed me, placing a white piece of paper in my hand. I began to feel uncomfortable under his gaze as his eyes held a concerned look which made my stomach turn slightly. I was not and would not be in the mood for a relationship for a while, even if he seemed extremely sincere.

“Yes officer Danny,” I replied softly and with a tender smile, he stood up, no longer crouching in front of me and turned, walking towards the other officers and ambulance workers.

“What happened to him?” I heard an ambulance worker gasp, glancing over at us before she whispered in her co-workers ear.

“Self defence,” Robert mumbled in my ear and I looked at him questionably.

“Where’s Stephen gone?” I wondered, not remembering when he left or when the sounds of beating faded away.

“I’m guessing he ran off when he heard the sirens,” he replied. Staring keenly into my brother’s eyes, I began to speculate whether he knew Stephen’s secret.

“Yes, I know what he is Melanie,” Robert answered my unasked question before standing up to speak to the officers.

It took an hour and a half until the house was emptied and only I and Robert remained. I still could not get my head around the fact that Robert knew that Stephen was a vampire and yet still wanted me be with him. Did it not seem dangerous to him? Had Stephen told him that I was his soul mate? So many questions whirled around in my mind as still tried to come to terms with what had happened throughout the past two days.

Waking up feeling as scared as ever.

Kissing Stephen.

Jessica confessing to having slept with Trevor.

Having a miscarriage.

Trevor attempting to... I couldn’t even bring myself to finish the thought and instantly skipped to where Stephen and my brother came to the rescue.

“Eat something, I’m sure you haven’t eaten all day,” Robert urged, placing a bowl of tomato soup in front of me.

“I’m not hungry and I don’t like tomato soup,” I said, feeling extremely exhausted.

“Then why did you have some in your cupboard?” Robert quizzed, placing the bowl on my black coffee table.

“Just because...my girls like it and when there’s nothing else to eat, I thought that they could have it if they wanted,” I explained.

“Where are you staying Rob?” I questioned, leaning back on my couch as I let my eyes slip closed.

“Somewhere nice. Why?” Robert wondered.

“Because I really don’t want to stay here right now, especially not in my room,” I replied.

“C’mon, let’s go to my place,” Robert stated, pulling me up slowly.

“Can you go and collect some clothes or would you rather I’d do it?” Robert added when I had stood up.

“I can do it,” I muttered, sluggishly making my way to my bedroom.

The room was a mess and there was blood splattered all over my bed giving me a mental unwanted image of the severe beatings which had occurred in my room. I began to become somewhat scared of Stephen as I began to wonder what he had exactly done to my ex-fiancé which caused this. Trying to forget about my thoughts for a minute, I walked over to my wardrobe and grabbed a couple of clothes, stuffing them into the suitcase that I had packed for my honey moon, after throwing everything out of it. Changing into something that I had not been almost raped in and after brushing my hair, I found Robert talking in the phone in my kitchen, unfortunately catching nothing that he had said.

“Are you ready?”  Robert mimed, as he continued to hold the phone to his ear and with a discreet nod, we made our way to where he was staying. I must have fallen asleep in the taxi as I suddenly felt myself being laid on an exceptionally softly bed.

“Go back to sleep,” A male voice insisted before I opened my eyes and their soft voice, as smooth as a lullaby allowed me to do that exact thing.

“Trevor please don’t!” I screamed, jumping upright in the darkness as I felt the cool air whip against my sweaty forehead. A nightmare. It was only a nightmare I reminded myself, attempting to control my breathing. However it did not help that I could feel a fairly close presence around me, as though someone was watching me.

“Robert?...Stephen?” I whispered, almost choking as I felt tears rising as I struggled to control my composure.

“Someone?” I cried quietly just as the lights switched on. Stephen’s black eyes came into view and I sighed in relief even though I should have been scared of them, before I viciously wiped away my tears.

“You don’t have to do that because I’m here Melanie,” Stephen told me as he stayed far across the room. Ignoring what he had said, I simply stared down at my hands which I began to play with as I started to feel nervous.

“What are you doing here?” I asked, refusing to look up at him.

“You’re in my house if you didn’t realise. You’re actually sleeping on my bed too,” Stephen informed me as I heard a glass being set on the bedside table. I had not even heart his footstep so he must have used his superhuman speed I guessed.

“Sorry, I didn’t know. I was pretty exhausted when I came here.” I notified him.

“Yep and pretty heavy too, you seemed to allow all of your body weight to slump into my arms. Remind me never to pick you up again,” Stephen attempted to joke but I couldn’t smile even though on the inside I was beaming at the fact that he was even speaking to me. All I could do was stare in to his black eyes, hoping to see a sense of anger towards me or regret, yet there was nothing.

“You look tired,” I noted looking away since I had been staring too much. His bright eyes seemed somewhat dull and his face seemed to slump in fatigue.

“Beating up a son of a bitch like your ex-fiancé can do that to you,” he hissed causing me to flinch.

“I’m sorry about that,” we both apologised at the same time. The air in the room was slightly uncomfortable and tense and I didn’t like it one bit.

During our silence I realised that I had been self consumed for the last week or two and had entirely forgotten about the fact that Stephen had not fed from me.

“You must be thirsty,” I mumbled, getting into a more comfortable sitting position.

“Actually I just had some water two minutes ago,” Stephen joked again causing my eyes to snap towards his in annoyance.

“You know what I’m talking about Stephen,” I retorted.

“I’m fine,” he shrugged.

“I don’t think you are. Just drink from me.” I instructed, throwing my legs off the bed as I looked up at his standing rigidly body.

“No. You lost a lot of blood when you had your miscarriage. You need at least a week to recover Melanie,” Stephen told me. I had not thought about my miscarriage in detail as of yet and I had certainly not realised that I had lost some blood, but I could not allow someone else to die because of me.

“Do it.” I repeated.

“No.” Stephen roared, noticing that I was not going to back up.

“I’m telling you to do it Stephen. Now do it before I change my mind!” I growled, standing up and pulling his arm towards me.

“You know you need it, even if it’s a tiny bit.” I pushed. Eventually, with a low, menacing growl, his teeth swiftly sunk into my neck making me squeal slightly as his arms held me close against his hard, cool body. The pain quickly changed to pleasure and I once again found it hard to control my moans and hands as body began to heat up my body, causing tingles to flow within my bloodstream as my heart pounded harshly against my chest.

“Melanie are you o-----?” I faintly heard Robert question, sounding a bit too close to comfort.

“Stephen what the heck are you doing to my little sister?!” Robert yelled as Stephen quickly, yet softly withdrew his fangs from my neck.

“Let me just explain,” I began, feeling only slightly faint since Stephen had not drunken as much as he had on previous occasions.

“Explain my back foot. Stephen, let’s take this outside. I don’t care if you have superhuman powers or whatever. Outside now!” Robert shouted.

How excellent.