Don't Bite

Chapter 19-Darren

"Look at me." His voice was more demanding and strained as he took my face into his cool hands, turning my to face him

I stared into his comforting eyes sourly, still in panic mode, but I was calming down by the second. "Roxie, whatever you're worried about, it's all going to be okay, I'm here for you." He pushed, placing a soft kiss on lips.

I pushed his hands away. "For now, maybe. But what happens when things start to get hard? When you realize being with me is too much work?"

The blonde frowned at me in confusion. "What?"

"Think about it. You know you're family will never approve of us being together-okay, maybe Milo will, but that's not the point. You'll eventually have to choose between your family and me." I explained, my voice bitter.

His face hardened, as he sat back in his seat, staring at me in disbelief. "Is that what this is about? You think that I'll just up and leave you?" he asked, his tone telling me he was pissed, which confused me.

"Well won't you?"

He let out a humorless laugh, now glaring at me. "Is that what you think of me?"

I shrugged sighing. "I don't know... yes? You are a vampire, after all. You probably don't even like me. You're probably just toying with my emotions." The truth was, I didn't believe that for a second, I knew I could trust Blake. But for some reason, I felt the need to push him away before things got bad.

But I did regret those words as soon as they left my mouth and the hurt look flashed across Blake's face. "If that's really how you feel, maybe we shouldn't even be together." Was his angry response, as he stood up from the table and began walking away.

My heart dropped, and a few more tears fell. "Blake wait." I practically begged him in a shaky voice, prepared to chase after him. My wolf was whining inside of me, sad that I'd just run our mate away, purposely.

A strong hand landed on my arm, making me stop moving, as I turned to stare up into a familiar face.

He had sandy brown hair that fell into his chocolate eyes a bit, his tanned skin and scent of maple told me he was indeed a wolf, and he had a really toned body. If I wasn't so in love with Blake, I probably would've thought that he was hot.

He waved the paper in my face, a scowl on his. "Where did you get this picture? Who are you, and what do you want with me?" he demanded, a scary look on his face.

Although he was intimidating, I was far too shocked to be scared. "Wow... it looks just like you in the picture." I was amazed at how he could still look the same as he did all those years ago whenever Rebecca took the picture. "You're Darren Pollawsko, right?"

"Who the hell are you and why the hell did you make flyers with my face on them!?"

Ripping my arm away from his grip, a scowl on my face, "I didn't do anything. You want to talk to someone about these flyers, try talking to your mate!" I snapped, officially in a bad mood.

I took a deep breath. I really needed to calm myself, I felt my wolf clawing with a need to get out and run to express our anger, and I didn't really want to shift in this diner.

Darren's eyes widened and his face seemed to soften, I could see a bunch of different emotions swarming through his eyes. "Y-you know Becca?" he asked softly, his anger forgotten.

Nodding my head, "She's been looking for you all day. We've been looking for you all day." I grunted out, crossing my arms over my chest.

A hint of a smile played at his lips as he glanced around us. "Well, where is she?" he asked in an excited voice.

Raising an eyebrow. "Out looking for you, duh. You know you're a douche, right?" Okay, I wouldn't have full out called him names if I wasn't in such a bad mood, but, oh well.

He frowned, "Excuse me?"

"You're a douche! Do you realize how much you hurt Rebecca? For whatever reason you ditched her, she's obviously been blaming herself for years when it's your dumbass fault!"

There was a glare on his face. "I have my reasons, not that I need to explain myself to you."

"Well, prepare to explain yourself to Rebecca, because we are not leaving Miami until she gets some answers. You owe her that much." I snapped, staring him down with a cold glare, which he returned.

Rebecca and I may not get along, but I still care about her... deep down inside, somewhere. And I didn't want her to hurt anymore; I could see it all over her face. Not to mention the freaking scars on her stomach, this is completely unacceptable.

I made a mental note to find Blake and try to apologize when I was done playing love doctor with Rebecca and her mate. I needed to fix the problems with mine.