Escaping Christian

6: A Tumble

**IMPORTANT NOTE AT THE END.

Meet Me In The Middle - Jessie Ware

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The only thought that kept assaulting my mind was, Christian and I are stuck together. Not for a little amount of time either, it was three - four tops - consecutive days. This was nothing like Alaska, I was fine, sane - normal. Just me and Chris. Fire against ice. And at the moment, I can't figure out who's who.

I glanced at the closed bathroom door where Christian was currently taking his shower and exhaled. This has been the weirdest twenty-four hours of my life. First I almost get kidnapped, then I'm walking ten miles in the desert with a man determined to keep me out of harm's way - although he's the one that put me there in the first place - and now I'm sat in a simple motel room with that very man taking a shower in the next room.

Is this seriously real life?

Standing, I glanced out of the window. The sun was beginning its slow descent, the temperature was only slightly cooler here than it was in the city. It was a quaint town; from what I could see there were no tourists around which made our arrival all the more alerting. We stuck out here and we needed to leave as soon as we could.

But firstly, we had to actually discuss an actual plan. So what, I knew we were going to the Swiss Inn but that was a few days away.

I picked up Kate's note and re-read it:

'Yes, we're fine. We passed the town two hours ago, just as you two were crossing the bridge. We couldn't come back for you, it would change too much and there was more of a chance of all of us getting caught. Stay safe Chels and behave yourself Christian. Oh, be careful in the next two towns. They'll be drawing close and in the last one, find a couple that own a tourist bus business. They'll help you get to Arish. They're partial to a good runaway couple. Best to learn each-other's middle names ha. I'll leave a note on the way if you guys run into any trouble. Love you both, Kate and Cal. xx'

"Question," I said when the shower stopped. "Why did you tell me to turn my phone off?"

"They're tracking it." He said, his voice slightly muffled by the door. "We'll have to leave them here and leave at sundown. It'll be easier to travel at night."

I glanced at my backpack and frowned. "What about laptops, think they'd track those?"

Christian didn't reply so I quickly pulled it out and turned it on. If I had to leave it here too I needed to at least back-up my iCloud. I had weeks' worth of data on here. Stretching on the bed, I started the back-up process. It was risky but any normal person would do this too. Come on, contacts? E-mails and documents? It's like getting the blue screen of death and losing everything, I just wasn't ready for that.

The door the bathroom opened and I glanced up from my screen.

"Are you serious? If you're checking your e-mails, so help me Chels, I'll snap your laptop in half and burn it..."

Am I crazy for staring? Maybe... but women possess a gene that we just can't control. And that would be the gene that allowed us females to admire the human body for all that God created. Admiring the beauty that is the male body is just too difficult to well, not do. Especially one as stunning as Christian Beaumont's. Lean but toned, very toned. A sprinkle of hair across his chest and stomach... Thank the stars he was wearing boxers. I forced myself not to look below the waistband and praised myself when I didn't. Instead my gaze strayed to the marks on his side.

The only thing imperfect about his body were the teeth marks along his ribs. Vampires didn't scar. We healed. However, if one is bitten by another without exchanging blood - which usually only happened during intimate circumstances - then we scar. They were pale, scars from goodness knows when. There was also a mark that wasn't a bite on his abdomen similar to the one on his hand. He'd lived so long, the battle scars were expected. How did he get them? I was immediately intrigued.