As I woke up once again in his arms, doubt began to flood my mind. What on earth was I doing with a hunter that lied to me in the beginning. The first time that I let the blood lust take complete control, was due to the my lack of self control. I had claimed the lives of so many humans, utter disgust and shame were feelings too strong for me to deal with on my own. Cya was trying to not make me feel like a complete monster. Cleaning my blood stained face and wiping away the tears that kept coming down my cheeks.

Then Garrett came a long and touching him... The way my body instantly responded to hist touch. His rough hands cupping my curves. His lips tantalizing my light skin tracing my veins. It was erotically hypnotic and it felt right.

My gaze skims to his faded five o'clock shadow. My hand reaches up and lightly touches his cheek. This hunter was a complete mystery to me that it allured me more to him. My fingers lightly linger down his facial features, is strong jaw, his stern eyebrows. Eventually my thumb comes in contact with his bottom lip and for a slight moment I have no idea what to do. My pause was only momentarily before my gaze was completely locked with his cupid bow shaped lips. 

My thumb begins to move as I lightly traced them, they were soft and so alluring. Making my imagination quickly run wild, as I remember those lips doing pleasurable things to me last night. The way my name slipped through those lips.

I bit my bottom lip tentatively, I knew the reasons why i gave my body to him. The first and second night were all due to the effect of the blood that my taste buds went into complete over drive, clouding my judgement and igniting a fire i knew nothing of. The effect of blood lust, more need for his blood and the unbearable desire for his body on me. 

The real question was why did he? Why did he let it happen? He is a hunter, it is possible for him to push me away. I know for a fact that he has the strength and the ability to stop me, to completely reject me. So why respond to my heated need for sex and blood? Why let us go this far?

Finally pulling my hand away from his tempting lips. I stepped out of the bed, carefully using the balls of my feet to not make a sound as i walked over to the drawers. My eyes wandering over to the bed where he laid perfectly relaxed, and deep in sleep. His nice broad strong chest moving up and down slowly revealing a steady breathing pattern. 

Once again I forced my delirious mind to push his handsome features away from my mind as i eased the drawers opened and reached in to fumble around to find something to wear. In my mind I thought that i could probably use his boxers or whatever he had as shorts, some sort of improvisation. Ever since last night, the only clothes I have in my possession are the dress that Cya gave me at our attempt to escape; along with the remains of my bikini.

In other words nothing clean or useful to me right now.

The first drawer contained what I would imagine to be anti-vampire weapons. There ere six sets of mini tubes on foam like containers. There were two whiskey travel size containers with a very sophisticated cross design on them. A 12 mm gin with a metal box that i could only think of containing bullets or something.

This man really took hunting extremely serious. 

I closed the drawer very cautiously not wanting for Garrett to wake up with me snooping in his stuff or anything. Although in my defense I had the right to do so. After we had sex for the first time, he admitted to be a hunter and that my father had sent him. Maybe there was a slight doubt in my mind that believed that my father had sent him. But even if that were the case my safety was not guaranteed if I stay by his side. There is also the same possibility that i was sharing the bed with the enemy.

Still knowing this, I wasn't completely afraid of him. I am extremely cautious of him but there's still this small fear that I can't put my finger on it. Turning my head once more to make sure he was still asleep, finding those exposed abs so inviting i quickly looked away. My hands wandering down to the second drawer and repeated the same slow no noise process. I hear a little shuffling noise i stop to turn around only to see his hands reaching over to grab a pillow and just held it to him. 

For a long minute i didn't move until his breathing pattern went back to slow and deep. As soon as the coast was completely clear, my eyes wandered down to the drawer.

The muscles that are underneath my eyebrow areas literally twitched as my eyes skimmed from the bras and panties to the folded booty shorts... (plural) and the different colored shirts. For a slight second, bile started to form in my through. My eyes changed into their murderous color, blue with red outline around the irises. The idea of another tramps before me made my skin crawl and burn. This new form of rage that I have never felt before in my life made me clench tightly and leave dented finger marks on the drawer. My mind instantly went into over drive with brutal creative images of my snapping their necks and tearing into their fragile necks, and this brought a wicked smile on my face.

Forcing myself to take a moment to take one brief deep breath, then it hit me. I can not possibly be jealous of some stupid piece of clothing. Just because they all seemed to be the same size of bras and shorts... and shirts. Does this son of a bitch have a specific type?!  As i reach in and grab a random fun colored patterned bra and matching panties. My pride was shoved inside a drawer of my mind, and took some pants and a light weight shirt. As much as I didn't want to be wearing some random skank's clothes. There was literally nothing else for me to wear that wouldn't label me as some dumb beach slut. 

Looking back once more to make sure that Garrett hadn't woken up from his sleep, but he laid perfectly relaxed and looked so peaceful. Exhibiting his light tanned muscled torso, those abs, and that teasing half covered v-line. Biting my lip once more, wanting him, i eased myself in the bathroom.

His presence alone is enough to make me react in such a disturbing matter. I slipped off of the shirt i used his. Cautiously looking over to the bathroom mirror, my eyes widen and i covered my mouth from the scream. I quickly grabbed the ends of my hair and witnessed more than three inches of my hair being light blonde hair. My raven black hair was becoming different for some unknown reason. I quickly got into the shower, reached over to grab his shampoo. And went completely crazy scrubbing the hell out of my hair.

Hoping to see some weird paint, something slip into the water. but there was nothing but clean soap coming off of my hair. After almost half an hour of scrubbing i slipped onto the bathtub and just sat. Looking at the running water with soap. Racking my brain to any idea of why i was changing. 

First i couldn't shift into my mermaid form, and now my hair is turning light platinum blonde. All of this started after I... gave into my vampiric nature...

I'm half vampire... vampire... 

Suddenly my fangs came out as i muttered to myself, "I'm a vampire."