Keep the Pain Away. . .

My fist felt like it hit rock. I gave a muffled cry of pain as I clutched my wrist. Blood started to drip profusely from my broken hand. "Fuck." I finally muttered without screaming.

Everything started to get bleary but I fought off the sleep that seemed to rush at me like an ocean wave. Someone spoke something to me but it didn't reach my ears as perfect English. My next instinct started to kick in. I ran. I started to run to where I thought the exit was but an iron like grip latched its way around me. I struggled of course but that seem completely useless as I wasn't going to get free.

My hand was started to bleed more and I was starting to drift more and more into the darkness that wanted to engulf me. I fought back of course but being that I was a scrawny human, I easily succumbed to it.

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My eyes hurt when I opened them. Everything I had learned before I passed out came rushing back to me. My first instinct was to run but instead I just looked at my yellowing hand. Curiosity prickled thickly to my mind but I pushed it back and stared blankly out the window to my right.

A certain type of coldness swept through me as I started to realize that I was missing Jake. His name just started to pop up randomly in my head or something that I was barely brushing the topic on would lead me to thinking about him. It started to irritate me after a while but that was before I understood that I was crushing on him.

Oh. ShitJake's P.O.V.

I sat at Emily and Sam's small but comfy house. My mind was definitely set on Zeeva and her health. As I was on the verge of an angry breakdown, the door opened to reveal the very petite yet strong girl I had easily grown used to seeing.

I immediately stood up. "Zeeva." Her name was sweet on my tongue and rolled off it like a relaxed breath of air.

"Hey Jake." She avoided my gaze while giving me a small wave in the process.

I noticed the white clothes around her knuckles and palm. "Uhh...How're your ribs? And what happened to your hand?" I brought my hand up to the back of my neck in an uncomfortable gesture.

"Oh just a 'lil bruising left over but otherwise fine if I don't move to fast and my hand...well...I...kind of...punched Francisco in the face."

I let out a short chuckle.

She smirked the smallest bit. "Not funny."

"Of course it was." Fuck! That goddamned blood sucker probably told her everything! Bitch...

"Jake can i talk to you about something?" Zeeva asked quietly.

"Well," she moved towards me until she was able to rest her head on my chest. I wrapped my arms around her and rested my head on hers. "Why didn't you ever tell me that you knew what Francisco was a bloodsucker?"

I couldn't help but smile widely. "Well i thought he would have told you."

"Well he finally did but that's not my main question. If Francisco is a vampire...then what does that make you?"

I froze for a second before relaxing. "Honey, I'm a werewolf or otherwise known as a shape-shifter."

Zeeva tensed the slightest but instantly relaxed against me. I moved my head so i could lift hers so that she would look at me.

The worry was evident in her eyes and i never knew i could see so much emotion in her usually dead blue eyes. "I promise - no - i solemnly SWEAR on my life that i will never physically hurt you now and forever."

"Jake. I don't care if you scar me forever on the outside. I just don't want you to ever hurt me on the inside. I want to give you what is left of my heart, no-matter-what, but I want you to promise that you'll never break it no matter what." The tears started to form in her glittering eyes.

"I'll cherish whatever you give me and I’ll give much more in return. I know we really haven't known each other for very long but I'm not scared to say this. I love you and i always will even if you leave me in any way."

"I want to say it back but...just give me some time."

"I'll give you all the time you need."

Zeeva gave me a small smile before resting her head back on my chest and melting into the embrace. I was content but this feeling in the pit of my stomach kept nagging back at me like something in the near future was going to go very, very bad