Chapter three

the story develops

When Elle woke up she chose not to open her eyes she felt Jaron's warm arm around her and she laid her arm across his chest. She had, had the strangest dream,she decided that she was not ready to wake up and continued to cuddle close to Jaron.
"Does this mean I am not in trouble anymore?" He asked, she opened her eyes and realized it was not a dream.
She scooted away from him and stepped out of the bed. It was a four poster queen sized bed with black blankets and lime green pillows she could not help the smile that curved one side of her mouth, leave it to Jaron to integrate his favorite color into everything.
"Oh come on love" He tried his puppy dog eyes on her. The sight of him sitting on the bed with jeans on and no shirt with those adorable eyes nearly made her melt his effect was much the same as it was the first time she met him.

"Do not pull that crap with me Jaron I am still upset" She sat down at the very edge of the bed, she let her arms dangle off of her knees and let her head hang.
"Look I get that this is hard for you to come to terms with but I do not understand why you are mad at me" As he was speaking he came over and wrapped his arms around her.
"Get off of me Jaron" Elle said coldly her black hair masking her face.
"Not until you relax" He said calmly.
"I am relaxed" She snapped
"The hell you are look at your palms" She looked down and saw she had been digging little half moon shapes in her palms which were now bleeding.
"Are you going to eat me now?" She asked moving her hand a bit.
"I am not a monster Elle!"
"You are a liar"
"Look Elle-" He spluttered for a moment trying to figure out what to say as his chin rested on her shoulder.
"How can I make this right?" He asked as he nuzzled his face into her neck. She paused and with all her heart she wanted to forgive him she wanted to love him and have him hold her but she could not.
"I do not know if you can, please let go of me" He let his arms hang limply around her and she removed them she stood and faced him. They were both surprised to see that she had tears running down her face.

"Elle I-" Jaron began but he stopped when she lifted up her hands and covered her face.
"Tell you what stay here okay?" He placed his hands on her shoulders, she sniffled.
"Why?"
"Just please?"
"Fine" She laid down on the bed with her eyes closed. She heard water running and doors opening and closing and various other sounds that she just sort of tuned out. What was going to happen? She loved Jaron, really, but she could not date a vampire it was just weird.  She felt a ball in her throat as she choked back more tears.
"Elle?" She heard him call softly she opened her eyes and sat up she saw his head sticking out of a doorway. She stood and walked over Inside was a marble bathroom the lights were off but there were literally hundreds of tea candles lighting up the room there was a hot tub sized bathtub filled with steaming water and rose petals. She could smell strawberries all in the air, Jaron knew her too well.
She kissed him softly and when she broke the kiss he seemed reluctant.
"I just need to be alone okay?" She said softly he looked a little put out but nodded and kissed her forehead before leaving the bathroom. She dropped her clothes onto the floor and slipped into the warm tub. It was deep enough that she submerged herself entirely then sat on a slightly higher place in the bath. She saw some of the blood from her hands float away and dissapear she looked down at her hands and saw that the cuts had stopped bleeding which was of course a good thing.

Her head was throbbing and she felt completely worn out, she had no idea how long she was out for but she was certain that it was now very late at night if not very early morning. She realized something, she really wanted a cigarette, she quit shortly before Jaron and her began dating and now she wanted one badly. She tried to relax and manged to do so for quite a while her  finger tips were pruning up, the water was getting rather cold and she wanted to sleep. She stepped out of the bath and noticed a fluffy bath towel she wrapped it around herself and yawned trying to get the sleepy stupor the bath had gotten her in to go away.
Elle found a brush on the counter and upon seeing no hair in it began to brush her own until all the tangles were gone and it hung in damp waves.
She took a deep breath and stepped out of the bathroom, she immediately saw that the room was deserted, thank god for small favors. There was a suitcase she recognized resting on the bed she opened it and saw some of her clothes and necessary possessions. She sighed, supposing that she would be staying there for a bit or at least that is what Jaron thought.

She checked that the door was closed and she was defiantly alone and began to change into a pair of  tight jeans and an off the shoulder eighties style sweatshirt. She was just pulling on the jeans when she felt a pair of cold hands cover her mouth and nose.

Author's Note

sorry there was such a space...school you know...