Generation 1 - Lindsey - 1.3

Months sped by and summer hit fast and hard. My house was older than I knew so the air conditioning broke during the hottest day. I spent the days playing my music and trying to stay cool. And trying not to think about Peter. In an attempt to forget him I deleted his number and blocked his phone. The door bell went off suddenly, I sat up fast. People didn't visit me, I didn't have many friends in this town. But I knew who was there.

Choosing to forget my skimpy attire I got up to answer the door. The sun was beginning to set and I couldn't help but wish it was a full moon so he wouldn't have to be here. Reluctantly I pulled open the creaky door.

"Peter." I said in way of greeting.

"Hey little flower." He smiled. I both hated and loved when he called me that.
"Don't you have a fiancee to call that?" I said bitterly. The day all those months ago was almost burned into my memory. Peter shifted uncomfortably, brushing back his hair.
"I - no. I broke it off." Peter said. I blinked in surprise.
"You wh-" Before I could finish he was in front of me in an instant, kissing me quickly.

"Mmph!" I squeaked in surprise. His warm hands burned into my skin and my heart fluttered in my chest. Peter stepped back and I attempted to regain my breath. I felt frozen to the spot but warm all over, despite the immense heat in the house.

 "I..." I couldn't bring myself to string together a sentence.
"I'm sorry. It's just...God, I can't stop thinking about you." Peter sighed. I stood in a silent shock. He chuckled halfheartedly. "Was it that bad? Worse than the first time?"
"No." I shook my head, pulling myself together. Oh the first time...
"I've said it before, we could try this." He said. I wanted to agree so badly but somewhere in the back of my head, my past was disagreeing.
"But you're a wolf. I'm a vampire." I said stubbornly. Using that as my excuse made me just want to hit myself. I was so obviously in denial of my feelings it was almost funny. Peter took a step closer and I took a step back until I was pressed against the wall. He laid a soft hand on my cheek, electricity sparking between us.

"Lindsey," The way he said my name made me sigh. "No one in this town cares about that other than you. Really, it's not a problem here."
I couldn't think of anything to say, his face was so close to mine I wanted to shove him away and wrap myself around him all at once. All these thoughts made my head spin. My heart was thudding and I could hear his beating too.
"Peter..." I was falling in too deep, I could already tell. He leaned closer, barely pressing his lips against mine. I shivered, relaxing against him. A hand gently held me against his body and my hands immediately went to his neck. Peter kissed me tentatively, differently than the club and it made me weak in the knees.

Peter pulled back but just barely, his face millimeters from mine. His hand on my neck made me shiver the way he brushed at it with his thumb absentmindedly.
"Lindsey..." He mumbled against my lips. My head was dizzy and I didn't open my eyes, savoring the perfectly quiet moment. He stayed where he was and so did I.
"Should I leave?" He whispered. In answer I took his hand and pulled him through the door to my bedroom. Peter didn't protest as I pried off my shirt.

I kneeled on the bed and he placed his hands on either side of my face. My stomach was full of the same butterflies that were in my heart. The disagreement in the back of my head had been fully silenced.

"Is this what you want?" He said softly, his eyes meeting mine. I simply nodded. Reaching my hands out I slid his sweater off pulling him on top of me. Peter's kisses were the same gentle but pulse-racing ones he'd given me in the hallway. It wasn't my first but it felt like it. The sky was dark when we lay silently in each others arms.

I wasn't sure if he was awake; his breathing was slow but his thumb would run across my arm every now and then. I savored his wolfy smell, it smelled like home.

"Peter." I whispered. Nothing. I could say the words, say them right now and truly truly mean it. But somehow the time felt wrong. With a soft sigh I let my heart settle down and as I began to drift into sleep I heard him mumble something.

"Should I leave?" 

"Never." I breathed back, burrowing into his neck and falling asleep in his woodsy scent.

Generation 1 - Lindsey - 1.2

How I got home that was all a blur. I'd stayed inside for the next few days, ignoring my phone and even ignoring my music. Of course I didn't ignore Alfie, if anything I gave him more attention than ever before. The dog was the only friend I had in this town. Although, I didn't really make an effort to find human ones. My phone chirped from the nightstand and reached for it reluctantly.

It was another text from Peter.

I just want to get to know you.

I didn't even remember giving him my number. Or anything past my first name for the matter. Setting the phone down without a reply once more, I walked over to the dresser. Staring at the tangled mess of red hair in the mirror, I set to work getting ready for another quiet day. 

Pushing my hair away from my face I slid into the piano seat. Today I really tried to put myself into the mood of music but something just wasn't clicking in my head. I began to grow frustrated and mess up on songs that I had perfected years ago.

Alfie seemed equally frustrated as he started to bark and howl after noon. Fed up with music, werewolves, and my dog I stood up. With my fists clenched I pulled on my shoes and marched over to the front door. I snatched my keys off the hook and grabbed Alfie's leash.

"Some fresh air will do us good." I grumbled, hooking it onto the now excited dog. He tugged roughly, pulling me down the street happily.

We settled into a nice pace and Alfie seemed to calm down. But I didn't. I couldn't get that stupid wolf out of my head. He was all I could think about and it made me feel like I was an awful person. My parents were vampires who raised me and my sister as vampires. Good vampires too. They expected me to do the same. Grow up and pick a nice vampire suitor of their choosings, marry him and raise a little brood of grandchildren for them.

Alongside thoughts of Peter one thing kept running through my head: isn't this betrayal? What would they think if I got together with someone from the same species that killed them and my sister. I sighed out loud. Maybe I was just over thinking this whole thing. 

Alfie halted suddenly beside the park. A witch was on a broom in the cornered off area and a few others were scattered around the green space. I stood still while Alfie sniffed around, he barked suddenly and I unhooked his leash. He bounded off into the bushes and I caught sight of a familiar figure slumped at a picnic table. Gathering up all the courage I had, I walked over and sat down beside him.

"I got your texts." I said. He smiled and turned to look at me.

"Hey little flower. Did you, cause you didn't respond to them." Peter sounded a little hurt. I blushed at the nickname. Putting my hands in my lap I faced him.

"Look I didn't mean to offend you it's just a long story. A long and complicated story." I brushed my hair behind my ears.

"Does it involve some sort of purebred vampire upbringing?"

"In a way." I sighed. "But I do like you."

He perked up instantly, sitting up. Peter ran a hand through his hair.

"Really? By the way did you track me here?"

"What, no! I was walking my dog." I protest. He laughed. My cheeks flared with heat.

"Why is that funny?"

"You have a dog yet you refuse to date one?" He raised an eyebrow.

"I-I...you know it's a different thing! Besides why are you here?" I changed the subject, dropping eye contact. I was also acutely aware of his hand creeping towards mine on the bench.

"My fiance wanted to practice." Peter pointed at the witch in the arena. I recoiled from him immediately and stood up.

"Fiance?! Then why were you coming onto me at the bar?" I demanded, pointing an accusing finger a at his chest. Peter took a short step back.

"'Coming onto you', I recall you being very into it as well." He crossed his arms. The hairs on my arms stood up as I thought back to the night.

"That doesn't matter. What matters is that you and I could have... we could have...while you're engaged!" I couldn't bring myself to say the words I was so horrified. Peter deflected my anger with a wave of his hand.

"It a pack thing. Not about love. Besides I was going to break it off anyway." He said. 

"And don't get all high and mighty with me, you would have slept with me then and there if I was a vampire." Peter said sharply. It felt like a slap in the face, but it felt true too. I stepped away from him. His face softened immediatly and reached to touch my shoulder. I didn't let him.

"Please Lindsey. Just look past the wolf part and we could try this." He pleaded. Alfie came running over at the perfect time. 

I hooked the leash on my dog and faced Peter. I knew what I was about to say and it hurt to even think it. With a deep breath I looked into his glowing eyes.

"I don't even know you." I turned on my heel and headed home.