Green Eyes

It was dark outside, the light of the moon flitting in through the window and falling upon our bodies. Silence stretched across the air as I lay tangled in his arms, his long, pale fingers rubbing circles on the bare shoulder blades. His touch was icy cold, but oddly I found that it made me feel content and warm, and I snuggled closer to his body.

After the fight, things had changed. They hadn’t necessarily changed for the better, or even for the worse, they had just simply taken a different path.

Brian was happier than I’d ever seen him. Every now and then he would look at me, and the look in his chocolate eyes was so utterly euphoric and satisfied that it caused a smile to form on my face. With Sammie in his arms he was content with his life, and even though we were still wary of her loyalty, we began to form bonds and see her for who she truly was.

Jimmy was… well, Jimmy. He hadn’t changed much. He still loved every little thing more than he probably should, and he still made us all laugh when we felt like crying. Every now and then he would change though, and in those moments he would go to see his mate. Even if she was a baby, he loved her, not in that way but in the way that he had to see her. That was the thing about Jimmy; his love was endless. He had become a brother to me, more than a best friend, someone I knew I could rely on with anything. I guess all of them had become brothers to me; I shared a connection with them that could never be erased.

Maddy was still a hardass. She was slowly becoming used to being a vampire, and gradually, day by day I could see the old side of her returning. She stuck by my side through thick and through thin, and even though she would never admit it I knew that she loved the guys nearly as much as I did. They were home to us, home to all of us. It was funny how a small group of heavily-tattooed men could take such a hold on our hearts.

Liam stopped by every now and then. His effort to help us in the battle had improved the guys’ respect for him, and he was gradually becoming a larger member of our clan. He still threw in the occasional pick up line when he was talking to me, but one glare from Zacky and he always shut up.

Matt and Kaylee hadn’t changed much, save for the fact that they hardly ever left the bedroom. I think that having their lives in danger really showed them how precious life could be, and how you had to live every moment like it was your last. Even if you were a vampire, there was no guarantee that you would live forever. Things happened; people changed, and sometimes life as you knew it could be shattered in an instant.

That’s why I learned to live life in the moment. I embraced who I was and what I had been given, and learned to love every part of my life. I knew I wasn’t perfect and I knew that I’d never be fully safe, but in Zacky’s arms, in the embrace of my friends I knew that I was as close as I would ever be.

Johnny meant the world to me. I knew deep down that I loved with all of my heart, maybe not in the way that he wanted but in a way that kept him by my side. He held a part of my heart in his hands, just like all of them did, and he was becoming one of the most important people to me in the world. He had saved my life, and that bound me to him in a way I could never extract. It hurt me like hell to see the sad look in his eyes, to see the devastation on his face as Zacky and I interacted, and I wanted anything to take it away. Sometimes I wished that it could have been him, just because he meant so much to me. But when it came down to it, I loved Zacky more than life itself, and that was the life that had been given to me.

I swore that I would take him to Paris. Johnny and I would explore the world, and I’d help him find his soulmate, whatever the cost. I wanted to see him happy; images of his night at the fire still plagued my mind and I wanted nothing more than to make him smile. I knew he accepted my choice, and I knew that he would stay by my side no matter what. He was content with being my best friend, and hopefully, in the future he’d find someone that he loved the way I loved Zacky.

Zacky meant the everything to me. Sometimes I would wonder whether this was all a dream; the feelings he was inflicting upon my heart becoming almost unreal. But when it came to the end of the day, all that mattered was that lying in his arms, I was blissfully happy. When he kissed me a fire would ignite in my body, and tingles would run down my limbs, reaching my every pore. He was like a drug to me, something I knew that I could never be strong enough to give up. I loved him more than I’d ever loved anything, and looking into his green eyes I knew he felt the same way.

It was weird how it had turned out. One day all he was was a memory, a beacon of my past that had haunted me all of my life. And suddenly, I was dragged into something new, something scary, something I would never give up, even if my life depended on it. He was no longer the creature with the green eyes, the creature I had searched for. He was the love of my life.

I could feel him press a kiss against the corner of my mouth, his fingers trembling slightly as they trailed through my hair. “Are you sure you want to do it?” he murmured, his voice coming out in a shaky drawl.

I smiled softly, picturing everything I had, everything I’d acquired in my life. “Yeah,” I breathed, my voice coming out as a croak.

I looked into his eyes, becoming lost in raw feeling of love that was shining through them. Cupping his cheeks with my hands, I pulled his lips against mine, allowing the feeling of electricity run through me. He smiled against my lips, his hands caressing the side of my cheek tenderly. “I love you, Kayla,” he whispered, his warm breath tickling my bare lips.

I smiled, bringing him forward for another kiss. “I love you too Zacky, more than anything.”

He grinned, brushing his lips against mine once more before pulling away, his eyes searching mine warily. I merely nodding, giving him a small smile. Taking in a deep breath, he leaned down, pressing his lips against the base of my neck. He ran kisses down my skin, and I arched my neck to the side, allowing him to reach the bottom.

Wrapping his muscular arms around my body, he pulled me to him, pulling down the top of my shirt. His fangs trailed above my chest, and I savoured the last feelings of my heartbeat, of the breath in my lungs, before I gave him the signal to go. “I love you, Kayla Stevens.”

His fangs plunged into my skin, and with a bite to the heart, we sealed our love forever.