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*Tucker's POV*

The closer we got to the mansion, the more nervous I became. Though I had no idea what my punishment would be, if I got one at all, I couldn't shake this growing pit of fear that seemed to swell up in my chest.

We had been running for hours. I knew we were getting close but still had quite the distance to travel. Aiden kept his eyes straight ahead, running at my side with Paul and Clair a short distance behind us.

I could see the worry painted on his face, but couldn't do anything about it even if I wanted too. It was my fault this was all happening, there was no denying that. But watching him now, as his long black hair flowed in the wind and blew passed, I couldn't help but think this was right for him.

I know I had taken his life, and changed everything that could have happened in it, but he just seemed...I don't know, better with himself. Doing a mental eye roll at my thoughts, I silently cursed myself for trying to make excuses. I had killed him myself. Not to make him better, and I needed to start admitting it.

Everyone stayed silent as the trip continued, all of us lost in our own thought. I wanted to know what they were thinking. What he was thinking, but I couldn't find the voice to ask them to speak.

Not a single one of us had a game plan for when we got there. As it was, this would be the first time for me to meet all of the council. Just like Aiden, Paul, and Clair, had never met any of our lords. It wasn't necessary for them because they had been changed in accordance to our laws. Aiden, however, was not.

Something that really bothered me was he hasn't had a vision in a while. I know he doesn't have control of them, but from what I have seen, he normally gets them before something major is about to happen. Like when I changed him, or before I told him how I felt.

The reminder of my thoughts sent a sharp pain throughout my body. I honestly didn't expect him to say it back, but there was still a part of me that wished he had. Just anything that tells me he feels the same.

I thought that maybe because he was still here with us, with me that he felt the same. But at the same time, where else would he go? He didn't even know vampires existed, let alone how to find any. Maybe he was just biding his time until he found a safe way to leave.

Coming back from my thoughts I turned my head in his direction again only to find him staring at me this time. Lifting his right arm and signaling for Paul and Clair to take off ahead, he slowed his pace enough for them to pass then made a sharp left almost hitting into me.

His body blew passed mine with a heavily determined look on his face. Following his movements with ease I quickly found out where it was that he was heading. A small cottage like house set far off in the woods that I would run to when I needed to get away.

How did he know it was there, though? The only other person who knew was Paul, and I don't think he would share something like that to anyone. I watched him run in front of me for about another ten minutes, racking my brain on how he could have known until I heard him gasp as a dead log caught his foot.

Lunging forward as hard and quickly as I could, I turned around in the air and caught him in my arms before he could crash land and hurt himself. His head buried into my chest as my back collided with the ground beneath us, sliding along the rocks and twigs until I felt my head smash against something bringing us to a complete stop.

The pain was incredible, beyond almost anything I had felt before in my life. The only thing that hurt more was my fight with Shera, and the damage that wouldn't heal because of Kylan's magic.

Holding Aiden tightly to make sure he was okay, I wait until the pain died down enough for me to stand. It took most of my strength to get to my feet and I could feel my legs shaking. Fortunately, I never again hit the ground.

The back of my shirt had been destroyed. Shredded bits of fabric barely held onto one another while bits of dirt and blood fell from the tips of each part. I could feel the damage healing itself. Each cut that closed up sent a small almost tickling feeling throughout my spine causing the rest of my body to break out in goosebumbs.

Removing my shirt completely and leaning on Aiden for support, he help me walk the remaining distance to the cottage and helped me sit down on the bed. Though I was healing quickly he still wouldn't let me do much on my own for fear something else would happen.

He never took his eyes from my chest. Staring intently at the scars that plagued my body for most of my life. I began to wonder how he felt about them, if he thought they were his fault, or not. I used to blame him for them. And I know a small part of me still did. It was unfair of me, but I couldn't stop myself from letting it happen.

The silence was hell. I know he had a reason for bringing me here, I just didn't know what. I didn't dare say anything though. Whatever it was, it was important to him, and I didn't want to rush his thoughts. I needed him to take his time with it, but the wait still killed me...in a sense.

I couldn't help but rack my brain about what he might be thinking. What he wanted to tell me. I wanted to be inside his head, to know what was going on and why he needed me away from everyone. The entire situation seemed off, but there wasn't anything I could do to change it.

"I, uh..." He stated as he started walking forward. His voice was really shaky, like he was terrified of what he was about to say.

"Take your time, Aiden."

He kept moving until he was just a few feet away from me, standing at the fire place while I sat on the edge of the bed. His eyes never met with mine, only keeping level with the stone floor beneath us.

"There is something I have to tell you."

"What is it?"

"Before I do I need to say a few things first."

I began to feel nervous really quickly. He seemed so serious, but his voice never once stopped shaking. His eyes were heavy, but determined at the same time. I knew what he was about to tell me was really important to him, but I couldn't stop the fear from swelling up inside of me.

Was he going to leave? Tell me that it's over? Push me away? Even worse thoughts seemed to take shape in my mind the longer it took him to continue with his words. I didn't know if I was over reacting, or being irrational with my thoughts, but not matter what I tried to do I couldn't seem to get a hold on them.

"I will never forgive you for what you have done. You killed me, put me in a world I never thought was real. Everything in my life has changed because of you, and I'm not sure it has been for the better. I have done things I never thought I would do. I have become something I never thought was real, and honestly, I will never forgive you for this. For making me this creature. Everything inside of me is screaming for me to leave. To just run away and be found again. But, I can't. something inside of me keeps me from leaving. I thought that at first it was because I didn't know how to be a vampire, that I wouldn't make it on my own. But then I remembered I have Google and could just use that. I thought that maybe I was staying was because maybe I didn't want to be alone. But I know that's not the case. I haven't had friends throughout most of my life. Then I really thought about it and realized that I can't leave because of you."

My body trembled at his words. I could feel the blood swelling up in my eyes but nothing I could do would stop it. He was right. I had killed him and changed everything in his life, and there was no way I could ever ask to be forgiven for that.

"I...I think I love you, Tucker. There is no other way for me to explain why I am here. Why I would have stayed through all of this. I keep telling myself that I'm going to leave, that I'm going to just walk away and never see or say anything to you. But something keeps stopping me. You keep stopping me. I don't know how else to say it. When I look at you...something happens to me. Something I can't explain.I want to kill you, to beat you senseless every time out eyes meet, but I also want to kiss and be with you. I don't want that to go away."

"And it won't." I stated, getting off of the bed.

Walking over to him and sliding my right hand against his face I leaned in slightly while he met me halfway, pushing his lips against mine and wrapping his arms around my waist. We walked together in each other's arms back to the bed while our tongues danced across each other.

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