He was on his feet. I scrambled backwards. The hikers looked at him. The one that was looking at the scenery joined his friend and looked his leg.
“Man, it’s pretty deep. Sorry Kurt. We should have stopped back there.” Damon was walking towards them stealthily. Jeff looked up at him.
“Hey man, can wewe come here and help me stop the bleeding?” Damon advanced.
“Of course, I’ll help wewe stop the bleeding better than wewe think.” He was walking stealthily, moving like a hunter – a predator. His body lowered but the hikers didn’t notice as they were concentrating on Kurt’s injury. I screamed at Damon.
“DAMON! NO! PLEASE! IF wewe upendo ME wewe WON’T DO THIS!” The hikers looked at me in shock. Damon stopped. He was shaking. So was I. He stopped but he was tense. He didn’t look at me.
“Elena, I – I…the pull, it’s so strong. I – argh,” he breathed in heavily. Abruptly, he turned on his heel. As he walked away from the men he alisema “sorry, forgot I don’t like blood.” He jumped into the car and slammed the door shut. I clambered in and we shot off. He didn’t look at me. He didn’t speak to me. His hands clenched the steering wheel making his knuckles turn white. My mind was tripping. Damon could have killed those hikers right in front of me. I shook with fear.
“Great. Now you’re even zaidi scared of me. Shit!” He slammed his hand against the steering wheel and squeezed his eyes shut.
“Damon, wewe didn’t do it. You’re better than wewe think. wewe resisted it for me. wewe kept your promise. And I upendo wewe for it.” I touched his arm but he pushed me away.
“Elena, I’m too dangerous. I thought I could be with wewe but it’s too risky. I’m sorry.” He didn’t look at me. I breathed in sharply.
“Pull over.” I said.
“No.” he replied sternly.
“Pull over,” I demanded. “Damn it Damon, just bloody PULL OVER!” He skidded the Chevrolet to a stop at the side of the road. He just had time to say “What are you-” before I pressed my lips against his. He tried to push me away but I held his koti, jacket collar, alama as tightly as I could to keep him from doing so. He was really strong and I found it almost impossible to keep a grip, but with all my strength I held on and continued to kiss him. As I continued he slowly but surely relaxed little kwa little, and eventually he gave up the fight and wrapped his arms around me. I broke off from him gently. I held his face in my hands and looked sternly into his eyes.
“Don’t wewe ever say that to me. I know now and wewe know now that wewe have the will to resist the blood if wewe really try.” He looked away from me.
“You really think wewe can trust me…” I made him look at me again.
“I don’t think, I know.” I kissed his forehead. “Let’s go home.”