Don't Bite

Bonus chapter

This is chapter 15 rewritten in Blakes POV. Oh, and make sure you've read the EDITED version of that chapter (I rewrote it like last month) so you won't be confused, but if you have already pay this no attention.

Consider this, like, a thank you for all the support and reads and votes and stuff: p thanks guys!

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                I've had my fair share of girls. I'm nearly a century old for crying out loud. However, none of those girls have been Roxie Waters. I don't get it; I don't understand why I'm so infatuated with her. She's a werewolf, and she's most likely insane. She's slapped me twice, and the first time was for absolutely no reason. Not to mention she seems to be equally as infatuated with me as I am with her, and I am a vampire, a werewolf's sworn enemy.

                Yeah, definitely insane.

                But besides the part of her being crazy, she's actually quite interesting. I was pretty shocked that time we were in the woods and those rogues attacked us, the way she got offended because I wanted to fight them off for her. Most girls would have been flattered, even if they could defend themselves, the girls I'm used to would have no problem hiding behind me. I always thought that most girls like to feel protected, that they liked having someone to defend them even if they didn't need it.

But not Roxie. I thought it was stupid of her at first, it irritated me. Why couldn't she just shutup and let me protect her? I'm a man, it's my job, even for a crazy werewolf. But after thinking it over it brought a smile to my face. A girl who can handle herself and isn't afraid to show it... something I'm not used to, and that's why I find it attractive. She's different. I like different. I'm starting to like her.

If I don't, why else would I follow her, a werewolf, and her annoying ass werewolf friend (or frenemy? Whatever term these girls used nowadays) who probably is going to kill me in my sleep after that stunt I pulled at their little bonfire before, all the way to Miami.

Or maybe her craziness is just rubbing off on me. That could very much be it.

The car is quiet when we pull into the parking lot of the hotel. No one has really said much today, after that big argument that Rebecca and Roxie had yesterday (which was actually pretty funny). The silence has given me some time to think. I've known that I wanted Roxie in my life someway for a while now. After I got over the shock of her slapping me for the first time that is.

I don't know what it is, but whenever we're apart her face always manages to pop into my head. For a while, it was just a reminder of how much I couldn't stand her, but now I realize it's something more. And having her stay overnight at my house after she got drunk, having her in my presence for that long, it just felt weird with her being away, with me not smelling her scent anymore, it felt incredibly weird and uncomfortable. And despite the fact that when she left she definitely left a mark (on my face) I felt the need to make things better. So I went to her house, only to see she had bags packed and was leaving, and it was in a spur of the moment thing that I decided to just go with her, not taking no for an answer. Not my best decision, I don't have anything starting with a spare shirt or a toothbrush, but I figured it was a now or never kind of thing.

Roxie practically flies out of the car with this little smile on her face that she probably thinks that no one. I'm quick to follow after her, but Rebecca sort of drags behind us. This makes me roll my eyes. She's the type of person who wants to be noticed when she's in a bad mood, but I don't really give a damn about her. I'm not here for her anyway.