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Pets, not Slaves

Without the Strength to move

Chapter 24

I feel someone untwining my fingers from Mariahs and lifting me up, but I’m too tired to fight back. His arms reach around my back and under my legs, holding me bridals style. His muscles are strong, his chest broad, I can tell it’s Jack.

I don’t want him touching me, looking at me, I don’t want him near me. But at the same time I want him to hold me even closer, to not let go of me. My whole body aches from being thrown against that wall. I don’t know if it was minutes, hours, or days ago. It feels like forever. Like Mariah has been dead forever.

I open my eyes just as Jack lays me on his bed. His fangs are now gone. He walks into the bathroom and comes out with a wet rag.

“You’re awake.”

His voice is kind, as well as his touch. I feel him caress my face and look down at me. I close my eyes again, and he removes his hand from my face.

I feel him lift me off the bed again and carry me over to the bathroom.

“Let’s get you cleaned up.” He whispers. I hear bath water running and feel the clothes being stripped from my body and warm water surrounding me.
His hands run through my hair and over my body getting the blood and dirt off of me. I don’t want him touching me but I don’t have the energy to move, or even open my eyes.
He lifts me out of the water again, pulling me closer when I shiver. The heat from his bare chest is comforting, and I find myself wrapping my hands around his arm, not wanting to let go, even when he puts me down onto the bed and under the covers.

“Do you want me to stay?” He whispers. I look up at him and nod. I don’t let go of him, so he climbs over me into the bed.

I’m not fully aware of everything. I still feel as if I’m holding her dead body on the kitchen floor. I still feel the blood, her blood, on my hands as I hold her hair. My beautiful Mariah, now dead. I don’t feel Jack pull me against his chest or even press his lips against my forehead. My mind is swarming with thoughts of Mariah; her beautiful laugh, her kind smile, her gorgeous eyes that shimmered in the sunlight. The way her dimples showed when she laughed, how amazing the touch of her soft pale skin felt, the way her nose cringed when she laughed. My Mariah, dead. A dead carcass, never to laugh or love again. Born into a terrible world of slavery and dominance, never to feel a moment of pure freedom, with no fear or guilt.

I don’t notice I’m crying until Jack wipes away my tears. His expression empathetic, guilty almost. For a vampire, he’s pretty emotional.
“I’m so sorry, Alex.” He whispers, pulling me closer into his chest. He smells like a mixture of soap and lavender, a pretty feminine smell, but very calming. The rough skin on his chest makes me feel as if I’m protected, the feeling I usually gave Mariah but never felt myself.

“It’s going to be okay. It’s going to be okay, I proise.” Jack whispers, running his fingers through my hair. I start to sob into his chest, clinging to him for dear life. I just want to die. I can’t stand this any longer.

“What’s the point?” I whisper. I wasn’t expecting him to hear me, but with his strong senses he does.

“In life? To have a purpose. To do something to fix the world.” He replies. He pulls away a little bit, now looking at my face.

“Says the vampire king.” I mumble. He sighs and moves my chin upward, so I’m looking directly into his dark brown eyes.

“Yes, you are human. So have your purpose be to help those who love you.”

Even when he lets go of my chin, my eyes still stare into his. I never took the time to notice the small features of his face. His nose that’s too big for his face actually suits him quite well. How his right eye looks smaller, and how his messy hair actually looks quite cute.
The stubble that’s grown from not shaving in a week, his soft pink lips, and the cute way they curl upwards when he smiles and talks. The way the move when he whis

My face inches towards his slowly. Without realizing what I'm doing, I press my lips against his.

Notes

SOOOOOOOOOO I didn't have time to edit. I only edit half the time but this one's just really shitty.

So does anyone know any good fanfictions/OC stories? If you've read a good one recently please DM me the link. I will be very grateful XD XD XD

Comments

I'm glad to know this story's gonna go on :) I know authors have their own busy lives as well so, thank you!

Ming Way Ming Way
5/21/15

I'm so glad you're back , you write very well , I look forward for reading the new fic .

me22k me22k
5/21/15

I can't wait for the continuation :)

@JacksWife678 @ApathyforSympathy


Oh my god thank you guys so much you guys are the best ily so much

YO GUYS, TWO OF MY FAVORITE WRITERS DO A STORY TOGETHER!! I'M SO PUMPED!! AND FUCK YEAH THIS STORY DOESN'T END!!
Anyway, in a more serious note, I really hope that the new meds will help you