Chapter 28 - Fight, Fight, Fight!

WARNING: Violence and some descriptive writing coming up!

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Matt growled towards Kristen, who had jumped out of the way and practically transported to the edge of the kitchen. Her face was still filled with shock as she stared at the furry ball of anger which was glaring at her. She clearly didn't understand.

How could he possibly feel sympathy for her when she'd been so selfish?

Instead of killing herself and doing the world a favour, she'd continue to kill. She was just as bad as the one who had turned her.

Matt deliberately ignored the fact that her family had also been killed. He didn't want to feel sympathy for her.

"Matt?" She whispered and moved closer, as if Matt had reacted by accident.

However, before she was able to move, Matt pounced again and flung her into the middle of the room with his teeth. He could hear her groaning in pain as his fangs had dug into her leg. She flew towards the floor but scrambld away just as Matt tried to attack her again.

He saw her rush to the bottom of the stairs and he followed, running as fast as he could in the amount of space he had. She was a few steps up before he grabbed her waist and flung her backwards. This time she was ready, taking Matt unawares as she clung to his back and tossed him with her.

They landed in a heap at the bottom of the stairs as fangs met flesh and fur. Matt snarled as Kristen stabbed her fangs into his front leg, just as she cried out when he sang his own into her side. She kicked out and tried to get a better hold but he pushed her outwards and she whacked her back against the stairs, causing them to creak with the power. She pulled herself up just as Matt bounced on top of her, scratching down her front, ruining her top.

Trying to focus on what he was doing instead of the ripped top which was practically hanging, hardly covering Kristen now, he snapped against her head as she pushed her fingers into his fur to prevent him getting any closer. He felt her grip his neck and wimpered as the air to his lungs became limited. Matt gasped and pushed himself away from her as he took a deep breath, allowing Kristen to scramble further up the stairs.

It was only a second before he tried to snap at her again, his teeth scratching against her cheek, causing a pale slit in her flesh. She hissed and beared her fangs as Matt snarled into her face. He snapped his jaw further pushing his head towards hers. Kristen kicked her legs into Matt's stomach and he howled as he staggered down the stairs slightly, panting.

Kristen got her chance and she rushed up the stairs and out of sight.

No...

Not Aimee's room.

Anger and fear flooded through Matt's mind and He launched himself up the stairs, allowing them to make another groan with the sudden bangs. Twitching his nose, he rushed towards Aimee's room...

Before he realised that her smell went past it.

Frowning inwardly, Matt padded down the hall, growling gently. He knew that she was in his room as soon as he saw his door. He quietly moved towards it and nudged the door open, waiting for an attack.

The room looked empty.

Matt slowly moved into the room, his head low to the floor, scanning the area.

He never had a chance.

Kristen was suddenly wrapped around his back and stomach, squeezing tightly. Matt yelped as he was lifted into the air, struggling wildly with his front and back legs, his jaw snapping in every direction. Still she held on, despite his violent kicks, bashing into the wall as she squeezed. He could feel his ribs bending and panted as he tried to suck in air and kick out. However, she was in the most awkward position ever, clutching closely to him, so he couldn't get anywhere near.

He tried to become a dead weight and, even though her legs wobbled, she still stayed upright, gripping tightly but not enough to crack him. It was the lack of oxygen which was getting to him, though. He was struggling. He gasped and wimpered as he tried to take in as much air as he could.

She'd won.

Matt finally relaxed and closed his eyes in defeat, waiting for the crushing that was sure to come. At least he'd be with his family again. At least he'd have no pain. He would be able to talk to Aimee again and that thought was the only one which made him give up the fight and breathe out one last time.

Pain shot through his back and he screamed outloud, scrunching his eyes shut in agony. His whole body shouted at him as pain shot up every limb. This was it. He was going to die. He was going to die at the hands of Kristen. He felt his body tremble and shake and could practically feel the blood coming from him, dripping onto his floor, staining it.

He was suddenly face down on the carpet, but that made no difference. The thing was done. He'd lost. He was dying. Blood was coating his body and around him on the floor. He could feel it. It was sticky and warm. He screamed out loud as his ribs cracked and then slowly relaxed against the ground.

There was silence.

Was he dead yet?

All Matt could see was darkness. That was probably because he'd had his eyes closed though.

Slowly, he opened them, met with soaked red carpet near his face. He groaned.

He wasn't dead.

He was almost disappointed.

Matt tried to lift himself up and was met with bloody fingers near his head.

Shock coursed through him as he realised what had happened.

He'd changed back. He was human again. He'd changed back before he was supposed to.

Groaning, he stared at his bloodied fingers before trying to lift himself up, all energy drained from him as he gasped in the air that wafted round his head. Since allowing himself to open his eyes, he felt as something dropped across his legs and lower back. Too tired to move quick enough, Matt twisted slightly to see that he was naked and there was a dark towel draped over his lower body.

Slowly, Matt twisted so he lay on his back and stared up at the ceiling, expanding his swollen lungs fully. Blood dripped into his eyes but he didnt care. He could only vaguely see a slender figure hovering to the side of him.

He knew it was Kristen.

"Have you calmed down now? I wasn't really expecting that reaction. Come on. We need to clean this up." He saw as the figure leaned down and didn't even bother to fight back as she hooked her hands under his arms and made him sit up. "Wrap that towel around you until I can find something for you to put on."

Matt complied slowly and then allowed her to lift him and push him in the direction of the bathroom. He stumbed towards the tiles and then slumped against the wall as he vaguely watched Kristen turn on the shower in the bath. She then put his arm around her shoulders and helped him into the tub, where Matt groaned as the hot (or slightly warm in Matt's opinion) water bounced across his head.

Kristen pulled the curtain so that she was out of view and then stuck her hand out. "Towel please."

Matt slowly unwrapped it from him and dropped the towel in her hand. A moment later, he heard the door creak slightly, signalling that she'd gone out of the room.

Matt slumped in the tub, enjoying the fast beating of the water against his skin. He needed the wash. He didn't even want to think about the state of his bedroom. He didn't even want to think about anything that had just happened. He just wanted to sleep.

The water span through the plug in a bloody red colour at first, but it soon went a pale pink as the rest of his blood disappeared from his skin. He sighed and pressed his back against the side of the tub as he closed his eyes.

He just wanted to give up right now.

He heard Kristen come back in and dump something on the floor. "Are you alright?" She asked quietly, her shadow on the curtain.

"Yeah." Matt answered back just as quietly as he opened his eyes. Now that the blood was out of his eyes, he could see a bit more clearly and now he just felt...

Embarrassed.

He saw Kristen's hand stretch out with a towel and Matt slowly reached up to turn the shower off before he took the towel. "Thanks." He murmured weakly.

"I found some clothes for you but I don't know if they fit."

Matt tied the towel around his waist and then pulled the curtain back, revealing Kristen, who's eyes widened as she took in Matt's muscled chest. Her eyes quickly looked away as she picked up his clothes and handed them out to him. Matt swallowed and looked down at the tiled floor before she realised why he was looking.

Lights sparking behind her eyes, she held out a hand and Matt took it as he pushed himself out of the tub, steadying himself on the floor. He felt so weak right now but he needed her help, much to his annoyance. He quickly dropped his hand and Kristen scurried out of the room, letting Matt change.

She'd brought in a baggy old top and some worn out jeans. They were tight but he'd manage. He knew that his clothes were scarse because of his constant changing. He pulled the jeans over himself with a little struggle but left the shirt. He was too warm anyway and his skin still felt a bit funny.

He padded back into his room and saw that Kristen was on her hands and knees, scrubbing at the carpet with a cloth. His chest tightened but he ignored it as he shuffled past and dropped the top at the foot of his bed. He dropped himself onto his bed and put his head in his hands, breathing heavily.

"I'm sorry." He whispered.

He wasn't sure if she heard him because she carried on scrubbing. After a moment, the noise stopped and he heard her come closer before the bed dipped next to him.

Her scent tickled his nose.

He lifted his head slightly and saw Kristen smile slightly, hesitating to touch him with her fingers. He was glad that she had given him the choice to move away. He looked away and messed with his fingers in his lap.

"At least you know you can turn back if you want to." She murmured.

Matt hesitated for a moment before his shoulders drooped. "Good to know." He whispered.

"What happened down there?" She asked gently and he felt her move slightly closer. He was too tired to move away.

It had gone dark outside by now and Matt felt weird not being in his wolf form for once. He was far from being used to it. He'd never changed back voluntarily before.

"Why should you live when my sister died? Why were you saved and she wasn't?" He whispered and Kristen slowly brushed her fingertips across the bend in his elbow.

"That's what I asked myself when my brother died." Kristen murmured in response and Matt slowly leaned to the side so that his head was on her shoulder, no longer caring anymore. He heard her take in a shaky breath, even though she didn't need to breathe. It was probably an automatic reflex which she hadn't grown out of yet. "I still wonder why I'm still alive, in a sense, but I can't bring myself to die."

"That's understandable." Matt said simply.

They sat in silence for a few minutes. Matt concentrated on his breathing as he looked down at Kristen's fumbling fingers which were lying on her thigh. Without thinking too much into it, he pressed his left hand across himself and onto her fingers, stilling them. She clutched them back gratefully.

"We're such messed up teenagers." Kristen shrugged and then Matt saw her smile slightly. "Least we have each other."

"Mm." Matt stayed quiet but didn't move from his position. He didn't want to ruin it but he wasn't sure whether he wanted to be close to Kristen again after how she'd lied. He didn't know what else she was lying about.

Were all of her feelings a lie?

"You do forgive me, don't you Matt? Please dont attack me again." She whispered the last part almost to herself and Matt flinched at her innocent tone.

"No tonight." He said truthfully.

She seemed to accept that. "Can I hug you?"

Matt lifted his head to look into her face but it was genuine. She really did just want a hug. Matt twisted himself and put his arms around her, trying to ignore the fact that his heart squeezed when she relaxed against him. Her hair tickled his face but he ignored it as her cold slender frame was engulfed by his muscular arms. She leaned her head against his neck and blew out but this time he didn't flinch. He knew she wasn't going to bite him.

"I want to be friends, Matt. Please let us be friends."

"I dont know. I dont trust you."

"I know, but I'll prove to you that you can." She moved her hands gently against his hairline and Matt's eyes rolled before they closed over. His hands squeezed her waist slightly but he was glad that she didn't force anything on him. After being squeezed to death, his ego had taken a hit and he just wanted to be in control for now.

She leaned back slightly and pressed her cold lips to his cheek. He couldn't help but let out a murmur before he opened his eyes. Her perfect marble face stared back at him, her skin as flawless as glass.

"Can I stay tonight?" She asked and rubbed her thumb against his cheek, causing him to purr softly under his breath.

He nodded slightly before he closed his eyes again, enjoying her touch more than he was willing to admit. He really didn't care right now. At least he knew he couldn't hurt her.

Wait.

He couldn't hurt her...

His eyes snapped open as he took in Kristen's beautiful concerned face close to his. Wasn't that the only reason why he wasn't with her? Wasn't it because he was afraid that he'd lose control and kill her if she got too close? Sure, she was a vampire, but that made her strong. She almost killed him, for gods sake. She could hold her own against him. He didn't need to be gentle with her anymore.

As if a light bulb had switched on and charged his emotions, Matt grabbed Kristen by the back of her head. She was about to pull away until he crashed his lips to hers.

What a turn of events, eh?

She stayed frozen for about a millisecond until she kissed back, closing her eyes as she knotted her fingers into his hair and anchored herself to him. He twisted around and pulled Kristen onto his lap, receiving a small squeak of surprise vibrating across his lips. Slowly, the heat faded so that they could enjoy each other. Matt ran his fingers through Kristen's long dark hair as she thumbed his pulsing neck, rubbing her fingertips along the top of his shoulders.

He opened his mouth slightly, relaxing to her sparks of energy that were fed back to him in bursts. He slowly began to massage her tongue with his own and she groaned against him quietly, pressing closer to his bare front, one hand resting against his chest. He slowly picked her up without breaking the kiss and lay her down on the bed, hanging over her as he continued to play with her tongue.

That was the great thing about her. She didn't need to breathe.

Her fingers raked across his back as he hitched his hand behind her neck so that he could press his lips closer, the other hand against her arm. He started to feel pressure in his mouth and stopped the kiss to look down at her. Her fangs had appeared and she had her mouth half open but she looked unaware of her appearance, too distracted to notice.

Her eyes widened as soon as she realised and her hand automatically rushed to cover them. "I'm sorry!"

Matt took her hand and pushed it back to her side, receiving a confused look. He slowly leaned down again and kissed against her collar bone. Kristen immediately arched upwards and rolled her eyes into her head. Matt smiled against her skin then began kissing up and down her neck, trailing his tongue across her cool icy skin. It was like he was touching a burning flame...

But he liked it.

He trailed his lips back up to hers as she clutched to his head, murmuring softly. Her fangs were still there but he kissed her anyway. She responded and wrapped her legs around Matt's waist so that she could press closer. She tasted just the way she smelt.

Only better.

He was careful around her fangs but it didn't make a difference. Kristen had control over them, whether she knew it or not, so they didn't spike him like last time.

He tossed her round so that she was on top and she smiled before kissing down his cheeks and across his jaw. Her automatic breath hitched in her throat and she froze. Matt only realised then that his eyes had been closed. He looked at her, searching her face.

She licked her bottom lip. "You smell so good." She whispered and pressed her fingers against Matt's pulse in his neck.

Matt looked at her briefly in surprise before he composed himself. "Is it tempting you?"

She nodded guiltily.

"How do you turn into a vampire?" Matt asked as he propped himself up slightly by his elbows to watch her. Kristen leaned up slightly so that he could do so but she still hovered over him.

"I have to bite you then force you to take my blood. Then you have to feed, but it has to be at night at a certain time of the month. That's why there's not many of us around."

"Could you turn me if you bit me?"

Kristen's fangs shrank slightly and her eyes scrunched up. "I never asked about other creatures, but even if I wanted to, it's the wrong time to do it. I'm two weeks early." She looked sheepish and bowed her head almost in shame.

Matt nodded then, before Kristen could pull away, he dragged her head back to his and began kissing her again, his hands trailing patterns on her back. She gasped and her fangs began to lengthen again as she responded to his touch, putting a hand to his cheek before kissing along his jaw again.

Kristen hesitantly pressed her lips to his throat and Matt swallowed. He was definitely losing it.

He was kissing a vampire.

But he couldn't move away.

He enjoyed it too much.

He enjoyed it way too much.

Her fangs skimmed along his skin but she was careful about it. He could tell that she wasn't completely relaxed.

Was she hungry?

His fingers pressed against the back of her head and before he could think about it further, he pressed her into his neck. She gasped as her fangs slipped just under the surface of his skin and she quickly pushed backwards but Matt kept hold of her head and ran his fingers down the side of her arm.

"I'm trusting you, Kristen." He whispered.

He felt her gently lick the surface of his neck where pinpricks of blood had to be appearing. "Are you sure?" She asked and she kissed his jaw so gently that it was almot as if a feather had touched him.

Matt closed his eyes. He'd got this far already. He might as well let her do this too.

He'd probably regret everything in the morning anyway. One more thing wouldn't make a difference.

Anyway, his blood could be poisonous to her. However, considering as she'd licked droplets and hadn't started twitching yet, he assumed that it wasn't, at least not deadly.

He nodded and heard her take in a breath before she leaned down and kissed his neck again gently. Slowly, he felt her fangs extend as a pressure pulsed into his neck. It was a weird sensation. He could feel her pulling on him but he enjoyed it. It was...soothing. It didn't even hurt. He felt her sigh as she pressed her lips closer, enjoying the feeling. He ran his fingers down her back and hooked them under the bottom of her top, feeling her cool stomach against his knuckles.

Kristen groaned and pulled away, licking the wound with her tongue before she turned to look into Matt's face. "What's suddenly got into you?" She whispered and a genuine smile spread across her face.

Matt grinned and ran a finger across her cheek bone. "I can't hurt you."

Understanding finally flooded in and she opened her mouth into an 'O.' "That's why you didn't want to get close...but I'm a vampire...so you cant hurt me...so you're not afraid anymore."

Matt licked his lips and hunger flashed in Kristen's eyes. He smirked before looking to the side. It was getting late and they needed sleep. Well...he needed sleep. He hadn't had a good night's sleep in so long.

She saw his gaze and her body deflated slightly. She jumped off Matt and stood there awkwardly, not sure what to do. "Um...we should go to sleep I guess."

Matt nodded and began to unbutton his jeans. Kristen's eyes widened but she never said anything, much to Matt's amusement. He couldn't sleep in jeans. What did she think he was going to do? Luckily, he had underwear underneath so it was easy to chuck the jeans with the top at the bottom of the bed.

Wanting to tease, and seeing the tempted look in Kristen's eyes, he got off the bed and walked towards her until they were nose to nose. He leaned down to softly whisper into her ear. "You can take the bed."

"Share with me." She whispered back.

Matt grinned. He knew she'd ask. He slowly pinched the edge of her top and watched her expression as he lifted it slightly to show the bottom of her stomach. Her eyes only carried lust so he pressed his hands against her bare waist temporarily. "You can borrow a shirt to sleep in if you like."

"I knew you liked that look." She said and he chuckled. "I can...or I can sleep in my underwear."

Matt growled under his breath and his hands went to the bottom of her ribs, his eyes flashing. "Careful, vampire."

This time it was her turn to chuckle. "Get into bed."

He didn't have to be told twice.

He slowly slid under the cover and watched as Kristen moved to the end of the bed and picked up the top Matt had disguarded. Without warning, she pulled her ripped top up over her head and stripped her bottoms so that she was stood in nothing but her underwear. Matt groaned and banged his head against his bed as he licked his lips.

She really was a tease, even dead.

Her body was perfect. She was rounded in all the right places and her stomach was beautiful. Matt wanted to grab her and drag her to him almost immediately. If she had been stood any closer then he would have done, but he couldn't move right now. He was a bit too excited.

She turned around. Matt swore she did it to make it worse. Her back was slender and perfect, her bum round and grab-able. Matt had to grip the bed for dear life to prevent himself from jumping on her and removing the rest of her clothes.

Right now, they were just a pair of horny teenagers. The feeling of being normal was too good to be true, yet he had it, and it wasn't going anywhere fast.

Kristen slipped on Matt's shirt and Matt bit his lip to prevent himself from groaning. He couldn't help but admire her pale slender legs.

If she wasn't a vampire then she'd be perfect.

Kristen slowly got into bed and twisted to smirk at Matt's face. He shifted so that she couldn't feel how excited he was as he brushed his fingers across her cheek bone.

"I like this." She whispered.

"Me too."

"Please don't ruin it tomorrow. If you regret anything, just dont show it, okay?" She pleaded as she stared into Matt's eyes almost with desperation.

Matt nodded and Kristen breathed out before turning so that her back was facing Matt. After calming himself for a minute, he pulled Kristen close to his chest and breathed against her neck, causing her to shiver with pleasure.

"Goodnight Matt." She whispered as she threaded her fingers with Matt's hand near her chest.

"Goodnight." He whispered back and closed his eyes.

He knew, if she'd have been alive, that her heart would have been racing against his burning fingers, just like his own.

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Bit more raunchy than I expected but it needed to be done!

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