I opened my eyes. It was early morning and the breezy chill was soothing. I stayed wrapped in Tristan's arms, as I haven't felt any more safe elsewhere. The sun wasn't out just yet. I wanted to stay like this forever, but he had things to do and I... I didn't exist to anyone else but him. I knew his brother who did bad things, though wasn't a bad person.

I was always either hiding or imprisoned or wanted or running, longing for the day I had a place to settle down. For the day I belonged. I got up and pulled Tristan's shirt over my head. Mine lie torn on the floor with my other torn clothing items. I was jealous. And I was upset. I saw the way she looked at him and I didn't like it. He watched her turn but turned his head at the sight of her body.

But he didn't exactly tell the truth about what exactly had happened. Her body was far more matured then my own and I had doubts about my own self-esteem. But he was mine. He worshipped me and none else. And that was enough. I walked through the field, the tall grass covering me from any onlookers. I couldn't be seen as there was still that bounty on me. I could be brought dead or alive but preferably alive for torture.

I walked around for a little while before circling back. I felt eyes watching me so I moved quickly. I was being zeroed in on. I broke into a run but a pair of hands grabbed me and pulled me in. I didn't need to see who it was. Tristan pulled me into the longer plants and held a finger to my mouth. " Someone else was following you. They know who you are. Just be quiet and lay low for a bit. " I nodded.

He radiated warmth even without his shirt that he noticed I was wearing. His eyes dropped lower but he focused back on the current threat. I was protectively wrapped tightly in his arms as we held our breath. Someone ran past us, whirring all of the plants that covered the plants on the opposite side. Her red hair and steely glare were unmistakable. I moved my hand to his. I felt his betrayal. " She's looking for you." I nodded.

I felt him put a handle on his emotions and he turned me around. " Don't worry, I have a plan." He looked into my eyes and I knew he was sorry. He was sorry that we had to be this way and sorry that he dragged me into this. But if I could go through all of the temper tantrums and being kidnapped again, I'd do it as many times as It took for me to be with him." Do you trust me?" I nodded, slight fear in me. " With my life, Tristan." He nodded.
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I walked along the path that we found her on, hoping she might come back. There was dirt caked on my face and I looked desperate, even for a vampire. I remember being unsure of Tristan, constantly feeling doubtful of my love. But now I've fallen hard. I don't just love him. I need him, and more than I know. I was a vampire that was taught to act like a human. I feel more. I'm closer to human than even a half vampire.

My mom was loyal and sweet and I knew that because of how my dad changed when he talked about her. I bet she would want me to find this kind of love, even if she was human and couldn't understand Tristan... Or even me... That she would want me to do anything to get and keep this. The plants became less dense and I started to have a similar feeling as before and I felt Tristan to my right. I looked around, worried. The feeling went as soon as it came.

I continued kicking small dusts of dirt and such up with my feet, making sure to leave a few tracks. Cherry wouldn't go easy on me and I knew it. But I didn't have to fight her. She wasn't good.... Or maybe she was never good. Cherry flew me on a plane here just to play cat and mouse games with me? And no matter what, why was I always the mouse? When did I become the target? " You were always the target."

I saw her boots before her hair. She and Tristan's brother Kaden. They both stood blocking my path Kaden was the lesser of two and was closer to Tristan. He didn't want to do this again and I knew it just from looking at his uncomfortable face. He never once looked at me or at anyone really. He wore nothing but a black tee and some ripped jeans. Her stern eyes said it all as I prepared for the worst.