"James..."
James Allenton stirred in his bed. Instinctively he reached for his mate before his mind, foggy with sleep registered the voice and where it was coming from. Once he was confident she was beside him his head shot up and his eyes snapped open to scan the large dark room with quick and efficient strokes. With a grunt his neck gave way as his head fell back to the pillow, he should have known. Collin.
"James..." Collin sung with a hint of amusement caressing his tone. He knew his friend well and mornings were not, by far, his favorite time of day. It was just all too easy to slip into his mind that had been restful and unguarded.
"Get the fuck out of my head." James growled, if growling was possible in one's mind.
"I need a favor." Collin stated smiling to himself he already knew what James was going to say, or more like think.
"That's all you ever need." He whined.
"Well anyways, give Stella my debit card and tell her to buy a whole new wardrobe for a girl about her size."
"What the hell Collin?" He asked. "Wh-"
"Just have her do it. Thanks." At that he exited James's mind.
Collin lay directly in the middle of his bed with his arms behind his head as he stared down at the beautiful creature sprawled atop him. She looked completely peaceful with her lips slightly parted and her caramel hair tumbled around her face and his chest.
It seemed like she was unconsciously attracted to the coolness of his body. All night she had seeked him out and pressed herself against him no matter what position he was in. Well, not that he minded.
Slowly and gently Collin slipped out from underneath Annabeth ignoring her tiny moans of disapproval, but he still turned back around to brush the hair out of her face and pull the sheets up around her.
Annabeth groaned and rolled over. Even her mind that had just awoken even knew. She so did not want to wake up and face this new day. With a groan she peeked out from underneath the plush white comforter out into the room that was bright with sunlight, yet it didn't take her long to pin point the sound of running water. She knew who it was, Collin. The man, no vampire that had most likely saved her life, but she wasn't going to stick around to thank him.
The first thing she would do was get out of there.
The white sheets and comforter slid from her body as if they were silk, which was a possibility, as she slipped silently from the bed and tip toed down the nearby hall. With the plush cream carpet beneath her feet she peeked past the corner. The coast was clear.
With quick and long strides she passed the door that was billowing steam from the crack beneath it, luckily the door she was looking for was at the end of the hallway only a few feet away aka the exit. With her hand on the door knob she took a deep breath of victory and smiled. Annabeth swung the door open and slipped from it, looking back she closed it softly, but as she turned to finish her escape her breath caught in her throat.
Standing not a foot away from her was James, a very shocked looking James, but James none the less. He was nearly more caught off guard than she was.
Annabeth still hadn't taken a breath. Once again this man was beautiful, in the complete opposite way of Collin. He was the definition of tall, dark, and handsome, well he wasn't that tall. He stood at maybe 5'10; just a few inched above her height. She didn't know what to do as his warm brown eyes just bored into her face.
At that exact moment with wide eyes, James's mind was busy sending Collin's the message: "Your little human girlfriend is attempting an escape." He couldn't just let her go. In a split second decision, that probably wasn't the best, he used his speed and strength to grab her wrist and spin her around.
With her wrists now pinned behind her back she was just beginning to comprehend what had just happened, but when she did she was angry.
"Let me go!" She screeched flailing and attempting to kick him, but James had been smart and had his legs glued together.
Collin froze with the water beating down his back as his mind registered the message, but then he heard her scream only milliseconds afterward. It was like a switch went off in his head. It was that overwhelming need to protect her. It took everything he had not too lose control at that moment. He was nearly a blur as he sprinted from the shower all while wrapping a towel around his waist. Yet he didn't have to go far as James and Annabeth stood struggling not a foot from the door.
"Let her go James." Collin commanded standing in the doorway.
"Fine!" He exclaimed as he roughly pushed her directly into him, but Collin was faster and caught her before she flew into him. Yet she instantly struggled from Collin's hands like a pissed off little girl.
"Get the hell out of here now before I kill you!" Collin shouted. "I mean it, now." The pain he was going through was excruciating, it was as if he was wrestling his other half in a death match. Every hit they made on each other only hurt him. He couldn't help it was either scare the hell out of Annabeth or hurt something NOW! As he pressed his forehead to the wall beside his door he punched it. It was the only way to gain control. It felt better than he ever could have imagined as his fist went through the wall as if it was made of Jello.
Annabeth didn't know whether to be completely frightening or amazed. From her vantage pointed it looked as if his fist was the hole puncher and the wall the paper as it went cleanly in then back out. All of a sudden Collin turned to her, but it wasn't Collin.
Again the need to protect her was present, but now that he was in full vampire the need to touch her was more overwhelming. With deliberate slow steps he approached her, but Annabeth kept walking backward in sync with his steps until her butt hit the bed and quickly moved around it.
Yet, he didn't attack her he just kept on walking to her ever so slowly. There was a similar fight going on it Annabeth's head. She had to fight the unnaturally strong attraction she felt toward him and hold on to that thread of common sense that told her to run. He was everything and more than she could have ever imagined of her perfect man.
His body was mouthwatering, no matter how ridiculous it sounded it really was; all 6'3 of it. Her eyes couldn't help themselves as they kept drifting to the perfect 'v' of his hipbones that disappeared beneath his low hanging white towel. She has never had such a strong craving to grab a man's boobs then at that moment. Everything looked so perfect! Yet, he was getting closer and she couldn't trust her own hands not to betray her.
"Stay away from me." She warned stumbling back even more. "And put some clothes on." She demanded throwing a pair of boxers at him that she had nearly tripped over. The projectile hit him right in the chest.
With that same smile he whipped off the towel and pulled on the black boxers, all for which she had closed her eyes for. She didn't want to see that part of him.
