I'm Sorry

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I haven't talked to Drake in over 2 weeks. Every time I see him we just avoiding eye contact and keep walking. Ryan hadn't even came into our room since the night he got his ass kick, and he refuses to even look at me. All in all, it's been very peaceful. I was basically off the hook from blood sucking machines and was able to do whatever I wanted.

Until one day. Drake barged into my room, and interrupted my reading. I almost told him to fuck off, but he threaten to kill me if I didn't listen.

"You make me so frustrated! I find you one day just walking down the hall, so I followed you back into your room. When you actually saw me, I didn't know what to say, so I walked away. When Ryan came back and basically tried to rape you, I beat the shit out of him and claimed you as mine so no one else beside me could do that to you. And then when I try to take care of you and be honest with you, you run away! You say you don't care about me and you want me out of your life, but yet when you find me sleeping with another woman, you freak out! You said so yourself, we weren't even together in anyway! But yet it still makes me feel horrible and so here I am apologizing for something that is even my fault!" He paused from pacing around the room and looked me dead in the eye. "Well?" he asked impatiently.

"I don't know what you want me to say. I'm not sorry." I stared at him, emotionless. Inside I wanted to feel sorry for him, kiss him, and tell it's all in the past. But I wasn't backing down.

"I want you to explain what is going on. With me, with us, everything!" I scoffed at what Drake said.
"Us? Are you kidding me? There is no us, only you and your fucked up priorities!" I snapped at him. How could he think this was okay? I looked at Drake, expecting and answer of some sorts, but he just looked confused.
"What? Why are you looking at me like that?" Drake went to open his mouth to answer my question, but be stopped, and thought about his answer.
"My 'fuck up priorities'? What do you mean?" I was shocked. I looked up at him to speak, but I couldn't think of an answer. We stood there in silence. He began to brush my hair, gently running his fingers through my hair, down until his hand reach my face. He ran his finger lightly across my cheek, back to the top of my scalp, a repeat the process. His touch was intoxicating. I went to lean into his hand, but soon realize my mistake.
I smacked is hands away and took a step back. "No! Don't do that! Don't touch me and make forget what you did, like it never happen! You said you wouldn't hurt me, and you did. I can't believe you were any different from them! Your not. You're worse! Please, just get out of my room," I whisper the last, not fully understanding what I had asked him, not really believing I said that. I kept my head down on the floor, suddenly finding my feet very interesting.

"Look at me," Drake whispered in my ear. I kept looking at my feet, not knowing on whether or not I wanted to give in. He took his thumb and index finger, gently grabbed my chin, and pulled my head up to look at him. He looked me dead in the eyes, never breaking contact.

"I'm sorry." His breath blew in my face. It was cold and smelled like... iron. Blood. I went push him away, the suddenly reality of what he was trying to do. He was trying to charm me into liking me, so he can just use me. "Why are you pushing me away? I want to apologize." He looked so confused. He look like I just told him all the humans left, and there was no more blood for him to drink.

"You can't do that! You can't show up... up all sexy and alluring and expect me to forgive you!" I pushed Drake so hard, that I ended up shoving myself back onto the bed. Drake must this was the perfect moment to try to seduce me.

He went down to his knees and looked me straight in the eyes. "I'm sorry," He whispered in my ear. I could feel the air go on my shoulder and down my back, and I shivered. He kissed up and down my neck, nipping here and there. He soon found my sweet spot, sucking at it, licking and biting.

"Oh..." I groaned. I leaned forward putting my hands on his chest, pulling his shirt and hanging on for dear life. He slowly went up my shoulder... kissing my neck...then my cheek... brushing his lips on my lips.

"I'm sorry," He whispered again, before kissing me. It was passionate. It was sensul. It made me want more. I put my hands under his shirt, feeling his muscle. He tipped me back onto the bed making sure not to crush me. He kept kissing me hungerly. "Im...sorry," he said between kisses. He bit my bottom lip before asking, "Do you forgive me?" He looked so sad, like if I said no, It would crush him.

"Of course."


Ok so did anybody else know about the stats thingy on wattpad? Where you can like see where who read your book. Like which country and if you are a male of female and what age group? Because... I didn't! It is so awesome to know that so a large range of people are enjoying this!

I've also kind of hit a road block, and need some adivice. I am wondering if I should change this book? Like from a fanfiction to just a normal novel? Nothing would really change, except there would be no Blade. It would all stay the same, except I can make it 100% mine instead of 90% mine and 10% the Blade movies and comic books. I don't know. Let me know in the comments what you think!


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