Starting Over

Chapter 7

Cameron's POV:

I slowly opened my eyes and saw that I was laying in my bed. I had completely forgotten what had happened until I tried to sit up and the pain in my shoulder and my wrist caused me to wince in pain. Immediately, everything that had occurred flooded my mind from the events that happened the night before outside of the University to Clayton bringing me home. Even though my memories about Clay carrying me are a little fuzzy, I still had some memory of it. I have some memories of the doctor who came to take care of me but for some reason, those memories aren't very clear.

I vaguely remember his face, I don't think they ever told me his name but regardless of the memory I have of him, the feeling I got when he walked through the door is clearer than anything else from that night. He walked in with a look on his face that suggested he saw a ghost or a long-lost lover. The expression didn't last long, seconds after I had looked at him it had disappeared. Just his presence alone made the room feel cold. Something about him made you shiver under his dominance. I can't explain it or describe the feeling he gave me. He appeared dangerous, strong, and very powerful and I have never felt something like that from a doctor before.

Along with the way he made me feel, I couldn't get past how handsome he was. He was so tall, obviously fit and his face was perfect. He almost didn't look old enough to be a doctor and he was so flawless looking. Just like Clayton, he appeared...perfect.

"How are you feeling?" I heard Clayton say, snapping out of my thoughts as he walked into the room to check on me.

"It hurts but not like it did last night. Did the doctor say what had happened? What my injuries were?" I asked him as he walked over and helped me into a sitting position.

"Your shoulder was dislocated which is why you couldn't use that arm. You will need to wear the sling for at least a week maybe two but still be careful with it for a couple of months after." He told me and I just nodded and moved my fingers as if I was testing them to make sure that they still worked and sure enough, they moved.

"He also said that you have a sprained wrist and to keep that brace on for a couple of weeks or until the pain is gone." He told me and I couldn't help but think that the pain I felt, the swelling, and the bruising were more than just a sprain.

"It hurt a lot more than a sprain. Are you sure that is all that happened? Maybe I fractured it." I asked him and he shook his head.

"Nope, just a sprain. He gave you something for the swelling and pain so you should feel better by today or tomorrow. He doesn't think it will take too long before you are back to normal." He told me with a smile.

I couldn't help but blush when he smiled at me. Something about him has always caused my heart to flutter and cause the blood to rush to my cheeks.

"Is there anything I can get you for right now?" He asked me.

"Maybe some water," I told him and he nodded.

He leaned down and kissed me on the forehead and all I could feel when his lips came in contact with my skin was a cooling sensation that caused all the little hairs all over my body to stand up, covering me with goosebumps and giving me a nervous arousing feeling in my core.

Once he was out of my room, I carefully headed to the bathroom to see how going to the bathroom was going to work like this and try to freshen up the best that I could. I feel as if I have been out for a week even though I'm sure it was just overnight.

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Clayton's POV:

I could tell the moment I told her that she just had a sprained wrist that she didn't believe me but I couldn't risk telling her that it was fractured. Humans take several weeks to heal from a fracture but with her hybrid blood and with a little help from Azariah, it won't take nearly that long. A week maybe two at the most and because of that, she would have had more questions.

I'm hoping that during that time, she will be okay with me hanging around her. After what I discovered with her blood, I can't leave her alone. Not anymore and not after that other vampire attacked her because of it. I would love to tell her what was going on but I fear that it is too early and that everything, all of her memories, will come back and hit her like a freight truck. That would be disastrous for her mental health not to mention she would probably try to kill me and honestly, I would probably let her.

The way the bond in my blood makes me feel is enough for me to leave this world permanently if I can't have her as mine. It would be the only way to end my suffering.

"Clayton?" I heard her say as I turned off the water at the kitchen sink.

I turned around and she was standing on the other side of the counter, beautiful as ever even after everything that has happened the night before. I honestly felt worried about the way that she was looking at me and that she was going to tell me that I had to leave. It was already mid-day and the sun was high in the sky. There's no way I could leave let alone get away from here without someone noticing. Kind of hard to hide a walking blistering man with spurts of popping blisters shooting from his skin as the sun burns, causing him to scream at the top of his lungs from the pain as he tries to heal himself. Yeah, not going to happen.

"I can't stop thinking about what happened last night and the memories that I have don't really add up or make any sense. I'm confused by it but at the same time scared that you are going to think I am some kind of nut job that needs to go to some kind of mental institution or something." She said and I couldn't help but chuckle a little.

Maybe it's because I know she isn't crazy but yet in her world, this would make her crazy, or at least in the eyes of other humans who don't know any better. I also know that I need to be very careful with my words and how I answer any of her questions yet at the same time, I need to somehow satisfy her to keep her from questioning me even more.

"I hardly think you are crazy," I told her, hoping to make her feel a little better and I don't know, maybe deter the conversation a little in a different direction.

She walked over to the bench and carefully took a seat in front of me. I handed her the glass of water and she took a sip of it through the straw. I could tell that she was nervous and scared of what I might say or think but I could also tell that she wanted to talk about what happened and that I wasn't going to be able to stop her.

"Theo, the guy who attacked me last night. He...he, um didn't seem...right." She started to say with hesitation and confusion.

I decided to walk over to the other side of the counter to sit with her. I thought maybe if I was more at her level instead of standing that she might feel a little more comfortable about what she was going to say.

"What do you mean he didn't seem right?" I asked her and she looked over at me nervously.

"Just the things that he would say. He talked about how I smelled and he kept sniffing me and..." She started to explain but then just stopped.

"Just forget it. I'm sure it was just the lighting in the area and maybe my adrenaline was pumping too much, making it difficult for me to hear or see him properly." She finished off saying and turned back to her straw and took another drink.

"It's possible. It was dark and hard to see anything. I didn't even catch a glimpse of how he looked myself." I commented to try to help her believe that maybe what she saw and heard wasn't really what she thought it was.

Even though I did lie a little, I did see him clearly. There's no mistake in our eyesight, I'm just not going to tell her that.

"Do you want me to run you a bath so you can relax a little?" I asked her and her head snapped in my direction.

"Ah, I um, I just don't think you should try to shower with your splint and sling." I quickly said to try to recover a little of what I said to cause her to feel uncomfortable.

"Um, sure...I guess. I do feel a little icky from everything that happened." She said and I slid off of the stool.

"Don't you think I should report this to the police though?" She asked quickly before I exited the room.

"Do you want to press charges?" I asked her and she just hesitated so I continued.

"I mean, they would ask you questions about what you saw, heard, and what all happened. I mean I can take you if you want but if you can't tell me what you saw or heard, how are you going to tell them?"

She thought about what I had told her and I could see that she was starting to change her mind. I was really hoping that she would decide not to go because I can't exactly fulfill my promise. For one, I can't go in the sun.

"Maybe your right. The more I think about it, I don't think I really know what happened either. I may have hit my head or something..." She said as she trailed off.

"If you change your mind..." I offered and she just nodded without looking at me.

She's got so many questions brewing I just know she does. Of all times that Theo had to go and do this, he had to do it when I can't tell her anything. Freaking dumbass. I really should just find a way to send him to Hell myself but I don't have the power. Only the royals can open the portal to take you to either of the higher powers and I doubt Claudia or Azariah would do it. Well, Az might if it meant saving Cameron but I don't want her to be in that kind of danger. I need to somehow figure out how to take him out myself, I just need to learn more about him.

With him being an older vampire, it's hard to say what all he's learned during his time on this Earth. We may be the same strength but he may have more skill which is just going to get me killed in the end. Not exactly something that will help keep Cameron safe.

I could always just turn her but with the way I feel about her I don't think I could do that without her consent. Even Azariah couldn't after he fell for her and that isn't something Azariah cares about. If he's going to turn you he's going to do it. He doesn't even think twice about killing you either.

I turned the water on in the tub and looked around her bathroom for some bubble bath. I would think she would have some. She is a woman after all and don't they like those types of things? I opened the one cabinet beside the sink where I figured she kept the towels and other bath essentials and there was a bottle of lavender bubble bath. Of course, she also had other bottles of medication in there as well.

I had completely forgotten that Azariah mentioned she had antidepressants and sleeping pills in here. Just the idea of her having these in her cabinet, medicating herself like that was making my dead blood boil. It was just another sign that what we did to her was a bad idea. We never should have done that.

"Clay?" I heard her soft voice and looked over at her.

Her eyes went from the bottle of antidepressants to me, back at the bottle, and then back at me again. I turned toward her, with the bottle in my hand but she didn't say anything to me.

"Why do you have these in your cabinet?" I asked her bluntly since she was obviously not going to say anything to me at this moment.

"It's really none of your business." She said as she took a step towards me and grabbed the bottle from my hand.

She winced in pain when she grabbed it but that didn't stop her. Standing right in front of me, her scent was really tantalizing my senses and I could smell that addictive scent in her blood that I really need to figure out how to control myself. Along with the fact that all I wanted to do was grab her and kiss her, I was really starting to struggle with my control. I could feel the tension in my eyes as they tried to change colors and I had to fight it the hardest I have ever fought it. I couldn't let her see that I was the same as Theo. I would lose any kind of trust I have left in her.

"Have you always had them?" I asked her as she carefully closed the cabinet door, still standing right in front of me, just a mere inch or two from touching me.

I could hear the rapid speed of her heart, the pressure it had as it pushed the blood through her veins. My mouth was watering and my fangs were already elongating in preparation for a taste. Then she turns her head and looks up at me. The baby blue color of her eyes was more than enough for me to forget about her blood. I felt myself lower as if I was going to kiss her but she quickly turned and walked around me, leaving me with a rush of disappointment.

"Just a little less than one year I suppose." She said as I slowly turned around to look at her.

"Can you leave so I can get undressed?" She asked when she looked over her shoulder back at me.

I just nodded, set the bubble bath on the counter, and walked out of the bathroom to give her some privacy. Damn, that was not what I was expecting! s**t! I almost lost it in there! This is going to be so hard I know it!

I walked back into the living space of her apartment, ran my hands through my hair multiple times, and cursed under my breath. I kept pacing back and forth just trying to calm my nerves and relax the vampire in me. I could feel the chemical in my fangs dripping into my mouth, my c**k was hard as a rock, pressing against my jeans and my jaw was aching with desire. All of it was making me start to lose control all over again. I clenched my hands together repeatedly to try to curve my appetite and my need to make her mine. I want nothing more than to go in there right now and claim her. I have images in my mind of me taking her from behind, against the wall of the shower, and biting into her neck as I released my chemical into her, mating her to me for life even if it was without her permission.

It was more than I could control. My body had a mind of its own and the next thing I knew, I was standing inside the bathroom, ready to strike.