Rose petals in the ashes

Chapter five:

~Bennett's point of view~

The taxi took us to our hotel in Everdeen county, the was an air about Rose that said she'd seen a ghost, or in other words she knew where we were. On the other hand I had no idea this place existed until now. She spoke to the receptionist in what I assumed was French since I can't speak anything but English and then the woman behind the desk lead us to our room. It was a beautiful suit with four rooms, a bedroom, a bathroom, a kitchen and a living room. I scowled when I entered the bedroom. There was only a double bed. Damn! I refused to sleep on the couch. I fell onto the bed backwards and felt it move underneath me. I jumped up in shock. What the hell?! I could hear melodic laughter coming from behind me, I turned to face Rosemarie rather than that demon of a bed. She could barely contain her laughter. "Priceless! Ha, you should've seen your face!" she walked over to the bed and moved the duck feather duvet. "It's a water bed" she stated bluntly. She did her un-packing before going to get changed, she'd noticed what I hadn't on our arrival here. The hotel had a pool outside. She came out of the bathroom in just her bikini and I have to say I was... well... drooling. At the sight before me, she had a very toned body, her skin was perfectly smooth and clear everywhere, she had curves in all the right places and I have to say I couldn't help but stare at her ass as she walked out of the room towel and sun cream in hand. I got changed into my swim shorts and went out with her. Swimming offered me a chance to calm down after our tedious flight.

I came downstairs to find Rosemarie had set her towel down on one of the chairs and was now on the diving board, she bounced a few times at the end of the plank before shooting herself into the air, she flew about four metres higher than a human could've and twisted her body in was that an olympic swimmer could only dream of. I stared, wide eyed and mouth hanging open. She landed in the water gracefully and swam to the side where I still stood. A breeze brushed me and I shivered. "Don't just stand there freezing, come on in" she said. I complied, going over to the diving board, being true to myself I did a canon ball in, splashing Rosemarie in the process. She laughed. "Is that all you've got mutt?" I let out a low growl. "No" I muttered.

I swam back and forth and she asked me "Is the doggy paddle the only way you know how to swim?" her tone played innocence but her words contradicted her. I scowled. But carried on swimming. "Bitch" I muttered, but she still heard me. "Bitch?! Really? That's the best you could come up with Bennett, bitch? Ha, I expected more from you hound dog, but then again to have real competition from you, you'd need a dictionary" she laughed at her joke and ducked under the water before coming back up and smoothing her hair away from those crystalline blue eyes that you could simply just fall into.

Snap out of it Bennett! I chided myself, she's a vampire, how can you even slightly think of her that way?! I listened to my thoughts and for the next three weeks showed her no affection what so ever. Sure we went out together and all but otherwise I stayed in our room. I skyped the pack and I played my guitar but it was nothing compared to being home. Rosemarie seemed perfectly at home though and in the next three weeks she: shopped, went site seeing, visited places, went to church (which shocked me) and basically acted like... well a human. She did a good job of it too. She fitted right in with main stream society for a corpse.

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~After the honey-moon~Back at Bennett's pack house~

I carried her bags and mine since she was too busy studying her immaculate nail art. I muttered obsentices as we walked, me leading her following. I opened the pack house door and held it open for her, she carried on walking without a word of thanks to me. She stopped in the corridor and waited for me to enter the house properly. I shut the door behind me. "Welcome to your new home: Luna" I'd been rubbing it in her face all the way back home that she'd be known as a 'Luna' in her new home whilst she protested profusely and said she'd rather die than keep up the title of a mutt pack. That was another thing she'd been doing a lot: coming up with extensive jokes about dogs (in translation: werewolves) since I was too much of a gentleman I didn't have the heart to come up with a witty response but she'd pay for each and every one of those jokes.