Green Eyes

Lifting my head, my tired eyes fluttered open, and I cautiously gazed at the room around me. Light was seeping in through my window, the curtain pulled back, telling me that someone had been there. Memories of the night came back to me and I gasped, quickly pulling my wrist out beside me to examine the damage. But I didn’t see what I expected. My skin was perfect, unscratched; just as it had been before. Frowning, I propped myself up on my elbow and pulled out my other wrist. Nothing. Had I dreamt it?

It had felt so real. The pain. The feeling of his sharp fangs imbedded in my veins, the feeling of my blood rushing through me and into his mouth. His touch had been so real, and I shuddered remembering how his cool body had felt against my own. Surely it was not a dream, was it?

But should I care? Indeed it hadn’t been a dream; it had been a nightmare. My Zacky wouldn’t have done that. My Zacky would have never hurt me. My Zacky loved me more than anything.

Sighing, I wiped my forehead with my hand and swung my legs over the side of the bed. I was just about to stand up when I heard a knock at the door. ‘Kayla? Are you awake?’

I smiled. Zacky. My Zacky. Was he better? Hang on, had that been a dream too?

My heart started fluttering as I thought of him, and I quickly snapped myself out of my daze, realising I hadn’t responded. ‘Come in.’

The door creaked open and I got up, ready to great him when he came in. His head appeared around the corner and I grinned once I saw his vibrant eyes staring back at me. ‘Zacky!’ I all but shouted, and I threw myself into his arms. His arms automatically wrapped around me and I relished the sensation of his cold skin against my own. He pulled me closer and I laughed, burying my head into his chest. I went to pull away but his grip tightened, keeping me there. ‘Zacky, enough’ I laughed, placing my hand on his chest to push him away. But he didn’t move. ‘Zacky?’

‘I missed you so much Kayla’ he said, and the sound of his voice sent shivers down my spine. Only not in the way I normally felt. No, his voice made me scared. This wasn’t my Zacky.

‘Zacky? Zacky let go!’

I felt his hand under my chin and he pulled my head upwards, so that I was staring him straight in the eyes. His normally bright orbs were swirled with splashes of red and black, making him look sinister and utterly terrifying. A grin spread across his face as my body let out a shake, tears coming to my eyes. ‘Zacky stop it. You’re scaring me’ I whispered, looking deep into his eyes for traces of his old self. Zacky smirked and pulled my face closer to his, his warm breath tickling my face. Leaning down, he kissed me, only it wasn’t sweet like usual. This kiss was rough, rushed, and domineering. The kiss didn’t stop, he didn’t pull away, and my throat began aching for air. I tried to push him away but he didn’t move, his body remaining absolutely still, oblivious to my actions.

Just when I thought I was going to pass out, he pulled away, his sinister eyes boring into my own. Taking in a deep breath, I began to back away, but his arms found their way around my body and he pulled me closer to him, my body crushing against his. Tears sprang into my eyes as my body pulsed with fear. What was wrong with him?

Zacky leant down, burying his face in my neck. ‘I’m sorry Kayla’ he mumbled, placing a soft kiss on the side of my neck. I opened my mouth to reply but was cut off when I felt something cold against my skin. Something sharp, in fact, two sharp things. Fangs.

Screaming, I tried to push myself away but I could not move. The tips of his fangs grazed across the plain of my skin and he let out a moan, and I could feel him breathing in deeply. ‘Damn baby, you smell so good’ he moaned, and I could feel his nose caressing the side of my neck. My body stood rigid with fear, too scared to move even slightly. ‘Just one taste’ he whispered, grazing his fangs deeper, not quite making the cut. ‘Then maybe another’ he chuckled, his voice deep and cold.

I screamed as his fangs dug into my skin, sending a rocket of pain shooting through my body. Zacky let out a moan as I continued to scream, the pain so bad I wanted to die. Where was my Zacky? Had I lost him?

‘Stop!’

‘Kayla stop!’

Huh?

Suddenly the pain was gone and I could no longer feel the pain coming from my neck. Instead I could feel a throbbing pain coming from my wrist, and I let out another scream.

I felt some arms wrap around me and I relaxed into them, darkness covering my blurry vision. Slowly, it became clear to me that it had never happened. As soon as I realised that, I cautiously opened my eyes.

I blinked as my eyes met a pair of soft hazel ones, which were staring into mine with fear, concern and love. His eyes lit up when they met mine, and I immediately relaxed in his arms. Burying my head into his shoulder, I let my tears fall. ‘Johnny’ I sobbed, showing him all my emotions with just that word.

‘Shhh Kayla it’s ok’ he murmured, kissing my head. ‘It was just a dream. I promise you you’re safe now.’

But I didn’t feel safe. The pain came back to my wrist and I pulled away, looking down at it. It was covered in a bandage, but yet the blood had still soaked through. ‘It was real’ I murmured, and tears sprang into my tired eyes.

It had been real, and as soon as I realised this my body began shaking. My skin pricked and I let out a sob, and when Johnny noticed this he pulled me tightly into his arms. He placed kisses on my head, cooing in my ears. ‘I won’t let anyone hurt you’ he whispered, and I relaxed into his arms. But yet, even though I knew I was safe in his arms I longed to be in Zacky’s.

Zacky’s POV

Her blood plagued my dreams. It plagued my thoughts, my mind, my everything. Her taste had been unlike anything I had ever tasted, so divine, so teasing, so utterly arousing that I was hooked. The taste hung in my mouth, tempting me for more. I needed more; my body craved it with every fibre of my being, one taste could never be enough.

I could smell her scent in the air, teasing me obliviously. I felt my fangs lengthen against my lips, and I let out a sigh.

Screams filled the air, and my body began to shake. It was Kayla. She was hurt or scared, and I longed to hold her in my arms. How could I even think of hurting her again? She was in pain, and it was because of me. I had sworn to protect her from everything, yet I couldn’t even protect her from myself.

I felt tears come to my eyes at that thought. I had hurt her. My body pulsed with anger, anger at myself for hurting her, hatred because even after this, I still craved for her blood.

My body was torn. Her screams were killing me inside, tearing me apart. I needed to hold her; I needed to feel her warm body against me, my lips on hers. It had been so long since we had kissed, and my body craved it. How could I have hurt her? I loved her so much it hurt, and yet, after this, she probably hated me. Would I lose her?

Vampires could not survive without their mate. Their bodies had been perfectly sculpted to fit together, their thoughts perfectly synched that they were practically one. Kayla was my other half. And I had hurt her, hurt her so badly that I didn’t know if I could make it up to her. Especially if I was uncertain whether it was even safe for me to be around her.

The screaming stopped, and my breath caught in my throat. What had happened? Was she hurt?

Jumping out of my bed, I ran past Brian and Matt’s sleeping figures, determined to get to her as soon as I could. The closer I got the more her smell began to haunt me, and I could feel my fangs pricking at my lips. My vision began to go blurry and I stopped briefly, trying to stop the animal that was trying to overcome me. Her image popped into my head, the image of her body lying motionless on the floor, her body deathly pale as the blood flowed from her wrist. The way she had been last night.

Shaking me head, I continued towards her room, stopping my breathing all together. As I got closer I could hear Kayla sobbing, and my dead heart panged deeply. I heard Johnny’s voice; he was comforting her. My body shook with anger, and I let out a quiet growl. Of course he would be there. Stepping in when I couldn’t.

Opening the door, I tried to soften my features so as to not scare Kayla. The door swung open and a pair of glassy blue eyes met mine, and for a second they twinkled before they became clouded with fear. Kayla let out a scream and jumped onto Johnny, who held her tightly against him, glaring at me. Kayla cried onto his shirt as her body shook with fear, hiding behind Johnny’s small frame.

If it had have been possible, my heart would have broken. That was it. I had lost her. She was scared of me, and that was the worst feeling in the world. But not as bad as the jealousy that was ripping through my body.

To calm myself down, I took in a deep breath. Bad move.

Her scent clouded my body, plaguing my thoughts. I could taste her blood in my mouth, and my fangs lengthened. My vision became blurry as I looked at her, and I heard Johnny let out a threatening growl. So he was her protector now.

Holding my head with my hands, I turned around and ran.

Johnny’s POV

Kayla’s body shook as she clutched onto me, her tears wetting my shirt. I relished the feeling of having her in my arms, the knowledge that it was me she was turning to for support and protection.

Part of me felt sad by the fact that she was scared of Zacky. But another part of me felt relieved. Was it wrong that I felt like now, I had a chance?