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Romantic Executions: Continued	By : PrettySin Category: Anita Blake > Het Views: 3499 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Alright… this site is fucking up the spelling and grammar of this story every time I post. Rest assured that when I put the document in the ‘type box’ that it’s as perfect as I can get it. *Sigh* Hope you can understand what was meant.

Oh yeah… Property of Laurell K. Hamilton… not us. Bluh.
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Forrest leaned his head back against the wall, sighing. What the hell was keeping Fang from meeting with him? Sure, Jason had said that their boss was pissy, but surely Jean-Claude wasn't pissy enough to completely ignore him! Was he? Well… No other way to find out…

He moved away from the wall, knocking soundly on Jean-Claude's office door. After several moments of silence, Forrest knocked again.

"Merde! Can you not take a hint?!"

"Jean-Claude?" Forrest clenched his hands behind his back. It wouldn't help him or Misty if he blew up at his boss.

"What is it, Forrest?"

"I need to talk to you."

The door opening followed a sigh from within. Jean-Claude stood in the doorway, his irritation a nearly palpable thing. "What is it?" He repeated.

The younger vampire swallowed. "May I come in?"

Jean-Claude stepped back, allowing Forrest into the room. The sooner this was over with, the better. "What is it that you need to speak with me about?"

"I need to know how to turn someone." Forrest shifted his weight as he stood before Jean-Claude in the office. The Master of the City quirked a brow. "Well… it's for my girlfriend… She's-."

"Ah." Jean-Claude waved a hand dismissively. "You need not continue, Monsieur. You wish for her to live forever, non? For your love to last an eternity," His tone was scathing, "And what will happen to her when you leave her? Will she languish with a broken heart for a hundred years to come? You know not of what you ask."

Forrest growled, his hands, which had unclenched at some point upon entering the office, fisting. "You've got no fucking idea what my intentions are!" Something inside him snapped, and he found himself yelling in anger, frustration, and despair. "You've got no fucking clue what the conditions are! If everything had gone as planned, I wouldn't be talking to you! I'd have turned her, not to keep her forever, but to saver her life!" His throat constricted, but he continued his tirade regardless, beginning to pace. "It's my fault she's got cancer! She might as well have an expiration date! But I love her, and by everything that means anything, I will save her."

"You would save her by killing her?"

"You know what?" Forrest shook his head, "Fuck you. I'm finished with this. I'll go ask somebody else." He moved towards the door.

Jean-Claude's voice was commanding, and it held no room for argument. "Do not walk away from me, Forrest."

I'm not walking away, Forrest though defiantly, I'm leaving.

"I will tell you what you wish to know."

Forrest turned slowly back around, his irritation piquing. "It's no wonder Aahz left. You're a contradictory bastard, aren't you?"

Before Forrest could move, Jean-Claude had him pinned against the wall, a hand at his throat. "Do not speak of what you know nothing about. Especially if you have no means to defend yourself." His voice was low, thick with French and suppressed anger.

Forrest pushed Jean-Claude away, the other vampire's hand falling to his side. "You insulted my motives, and now my status. You're the one talking about things you don't know about."

Jean-Claude arched a brow, prepared to strike Forrest down without so much as a thought. "Oh?"

"Yeah." Forrest pulled on the power he knew he had within him. He wasn't sure what would happen, but if it could make Jean-Claude tell him what he needed to know, it would be worth it.

Jean-Claude's power rose to meet Forrest's, the two mounting powers in the room pulsing, pressing against each other. The cool wind that was Jean-Claude slowly pushed Forrest's crackling energy back, leaving the other vampire's dark skin blanched and sick looking.

Jean-Claude fixed a penetrating gaze on Forrest, his arms crossing over his chest. "I believe you have something to tell me."

Forrest panted, "Maybe…"

"Tell me."

The younger vampire leaned back against the wall, swallowing again. "I'm a master vampire."

"Impossible." Jean-Claude snorted.

Forrest shook his head, "Improbable, yeah, but not impossible. My bite changed a couple weeks ago, and I nearly beat you in a show of power.”

Jean-Claude's eyes narrowed, "Your bite has changed?"

"Yeah."

"How?"

Forrest ran a hand through his hair. "It's like Asher's."

Jean-Claude paused. "What exactly do you mean... like Asher's?"

Forrest fought the urge to roll his eyes, "It has the same effect as Asher's does."

"Are you saying that it is orgasmic?"

The younger vampire gave into the temptation, rolling his eyes. "Yes."

"Do not roll your eyes at me. Power or not, at this moment you are little more than a petulant child. You are not Master of this City, and if you wish to remain here, you will show me due respect." Jean-Claude's tone was biting, and angry.

Due respect? Forrest dug his fingernail into a cuticle, wincing slightly. Fine. He'd show respect, but he wasn't going on bended knee to kiss Jean-Claude's ass.

"Better." Jean-Claude waved a hand at a chair as he moved behind the desk. "Now, are you sure it is not just your Misty liking pain? Some women are like that."

Forrest dug his nail in harder, moving to sit in the chair. "I asked her... I don't think she gets that kinky."

"Have you tried feeding from anyone else with the same effect?"

"Yeah... I don't think the effect's going to change."

"If you wish to remain here you must swear a blood oath that you will not leave this city without my express permission- and an escort. You will have a chaperon. You will never challenge my power. And you will turn no one but your precious Misty." Jean-Claude steepled his fingers, leaning back in his chair, looking relaxed.

Forrest's jaw dropped, "You've got to be kidding. A chaperone? What is this, a jailing sentence?!"

Jean-Claude quirked an elegant eyebrow. "Would you prefer to check in with me every week with a list of who you've bitten?"

"As long as it doesn't turn into some kind of male bonding thing, yeah. I'd prefer it."

"Male bonding? Let me assure you, Forrest... I've no intention of... bonding... with you."

Forrest gaped, then grimaced, "No! No, no, no! Hell no! That's not what I meant... It's... Ew. Never mind."

Jean-Claude sat up. "Are we agreed?"

Forrest nodded, trying to wash the disgust from his face, "Yeah... we're agreed."

"Now... I shall tell you how to turn her... I think it'd be best if you did it at the Circus."

Forrest came out of the office nearly half an hour later, rubbing his right wrist as he walked. The blood oath had been true to its name. Jean-Claude had pulled out a very dagger-ish knife, and proceeded to slice both of their wrists. He'd pressed the cuts together, spoken something in French (Forrest could only assume it was the guidelines of their agreement), and released the younger vampire. Both cuts had vanished, leaving only a pink line for them to be remembered by.

He flexed his fingers carefully, sighing as he left the club. He'd done his sets for tonight... and had come away with the information he'd needed to save Misty. She'd be "dead" for three days. Three days, and she'd rise on the third night. He'd have to stay with Mel... or arrange for her to be at a friend’s house. Now he just had to talk to Misty...

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Misty ran her hands through her hair as she paused. Dishes were done... but the floor needed swept and she still had to do laundry. Great. She glanced at the clock. God, she wanted Forrest home. He was what had been keeping her together. Him and Mel. Tonight... big surprise, Melissa was at Darien's, leaving Misty alone.

She bit her lip, leaning against the counter. Laundry or sweeping...?

Forrest slipped into the house quietly, tucking the key back into his pocket. "Princess?"

"Forrest? I'm in the kitchen!"

He moved towards the kitchen, smiling slightly as he caught sight of her. "Hey."

She smiled at him, moving to his side before wrapping her arms around him. "I missed you..."

He wrapped his arms around her waist, "I missed you too."

Misty tilted her head up, brushing her lips over his. "I love you..."

Forrest returned the brush of lips, hugging her to him, "I love you too."

"Mm." She sighed, resting her head on his chest. "I'm so... tired. I don't understand it. It's not that I want to sleep.. it's just... tired."

He rubbed her back, kissing the top of her head. "I don't know, Princess..."

"Sorry." She lifted her head. "That was a great way to welcome you home."

"It's alright." He sighed, "I talked to Jean-Claude."

"Oh?" She raised a hand, pushing his hair back.

"Yeah..."

"What'd he say?"

“Well... He was a dick. I don't think I was at my most respectful either..." Forrest shook his head, "He made me take a blood oath, so now I can't leave the city, and I have to report to him every week with a list of people I've fed from... and he told me how to turn you."

Misty bit her lip. "You can't leave the city? And how?"

"Okay…. Turning someone is done with three bites… the third bite, the vampire forces the ‘victim’ to drink some of their blood… the person acts dead… then in three days, the person will rise."

"Acts dead?" Misty quirked a brow.

Forrest's lips twitched, "Yeah. You're only mostly dead while you're being turned..."

Misty laughed softly. "That's the last time I let you watch The Princess Bride."

"Aw..." He pouted.

She pressed her mouth to his. "That was bad, Forrest. Seriously."

He kissed the corner of her mouth, "Why do you say that?"

"Only mostly dead?" She teased.

"Shush." He smiled slightly, brushing his lips over hers.

She pressed her mouth against his, making a soft noise in her throat.

A soft sound of surprise escaped him, and he slid his tongue along her lower lip, seeking entrance.

Misty parted her lips for him, sliding her hands down his shoulders.

Forrest swallowed, deepening the kiss.

Misty leaned into him, smelling the subtle scent of his cologne.

He pulled back a moment later, "I love you."

She licked her lips. "I love you too."

"Where's Mel?" He slid his hands to her hips, letting them rest there comfortably.

She shifted slightly, smiling. "Darien's.... why?"

He smiled back, "Curiosity."

"Just curiosity?" She ran her hand through his hair again.

He shivered, "Mmhm..."

"Oh..." She pulled back, a smirk toying with her lips. "Should I do laundry or sweep?"

"If you do laundry first, you can sweep at the same time." He raised a brow, "Why?"

"Well... I need to clean..." She turned towards the laundry room.

"If I get dirty, will you clean me?" He raised the other brow, smirking.

Misty blushed slightly. "Maybe..."

"Just maybe?"

"Well... just maybe. I do need your clothes though."

"And why's that?"

"Because.... they're dirty and need to be washed. Like mine." Misty pulled off her t-shirt, starting towards the other room again.

Forrest grinned, tugging off his shirt and following her.

Misty shoved her shirt into the machine, holding out her hand for his.

He handed it to her, freeing his belt from his pants with his other hand.

She put that in as well before unhooking her bra.

He set the belt on top of the washer, unbuttoning his pants with smooth movements.

She bit her lip, watching him.

His lips quirked slightly, and he started to unzip his fly slowly.

"Tease..." She swallowed, tossing her bra into the washer as well before starting to undo the fly of her pants.

"Generally." He smiled, his eyes following her hands as he pushed his pants down his hips.

Misty bit her lip, pushing her pants down as well, leaving her tiny pair of panties.

He licked his lips, kicking off his shoes and removing his pants.

She cleared out her pockets, shoving the pants into the machine.

He handed her his pants after taking out his wallet and the key, placing them next to his belt.

She swallowed as he leaned past her, adding the pants to the load.

He removed his boxers, taking his socks with them.

She stared at him, running her hand down his side. "Forrest.."

He shivered, "Yeah, Princess?"

"Kiss me...?"

"Of course..." He turned to face her, leaning down to brush a kiss over her lips.

She pressed her mouth to his, her lips parting.

He slid his tongue into her mouth, wrapping an arm around her waist to pull her closer.

She whimpered, grabbing at him.

He ran a hand up her side, a low vampiric purr rising from his throat.

She shivered, her hands sliding down his shoulders.

His hand cupped her breast, and he rubbed his tongue over hers.

She made a soft noise in her throat, pressing into his hand as she mated his mouth with hers.

Forrest caressed her breast with gentle fingers, his other hand trailing along the line of her panties.

She broke the kiss with a gasp, panting his name.

He swallowed, leaning down further to kiss her neck.

She whimpered, tilting her head for him.

He nipped lightly at her pulse, soothing the red mark with his tongue.

She moaned, her hand sliding down his abdomen to grasp his member.

He moaned back, his hips pressing into her hand.

Misty smiled slightly, stroking him.

Forrest groaned, "Princess..." His hand hooked in her panties, tugging them down.

“Forrest?" She thumbed his tip, stepping out of the scrap of fabric.

His hips pressed forward again, and he made a noise in his throat. "Please..."

"Hm?" She licked her lips.

"I want you... please..." He swallowed again, smoothing his hand down her hip.

“You have me..."

His hand slid to the apex of her thighs, "I want... to be in you..."

She shivered. "I want you inside of me..."

He parted her folds with a finger, "Now?"

Misty whimpered. "Please..." Her hand fell away from his member.

His fingers spread her wetness, brushing over her clitoris. "Here...?"

She moaned, biting her lip. "I... yes..."

He pressed his fingers against her sensitive nub, glancing around the room. Washing machine... too cold... Door. Perfect.

Her body tightened. "Please...."

He swallowed, pulling his hand from her center only to pick her up a moment later.

She shrieked, wrapping her arms around his neck.

He took a step towards the door, kicking it shut with his foot.

Her back met the wood and she swallowed. "Please..."

He shifted his hold to her legs, wrapping them around his waist.

She moaned, feeling him press against her center. She reached down, guiding the tip of him inside.

He groaned, "R-ready?"

"Very..." She pressed against him.

He pushed up into her, burying his face in her neck as he moaned. "Princess..."

"Oh... please Forrest...." She whimpered.

He pulled out slowly, starting the rhythm they were both aching for.

She moaned, her hands caressing his chest.

He kissed her neck, bringing a hand up to cup her breast again.

She whimpered, her hands finding his nipples.

He moaned, pinching her nipple with a bit more force than he'd intended.

Her hips bucked and she moaned loudly. "Forrest..."

He groaned, thrusting up hard into her. "Mm?"

"Please... I..."

Forrest swallowed, "Misty..." His fingers caressed her nipple gently.

She moaned, clamping down on him. "Please... I want.."

He moaned back, thrusting hard into her, "Princess..."

Misty whimpered, kissing at his jaw. "I... oh... Forrest..."

He ground up into her, stroking her nipple in time with his thrusts.

Her nails dug into his chest. She was close now...

His fingers pinched slightly as a raw groan ripped from his throat. His hips bucked into her, brushing something deep inside her.

Misty screamed his name, coming hard around him.

Forrest came with her, his cry mingling with hers.

Misty went limp against him, panting.

He rested his forehead against the door, holding her up with muscles that trembled.

She whimpered, kissing his neck. "Love you..."

"Love you too..." He shivered, pulling out of her and letting her down slowly.

Her legs shook. "Mm..."

He kissed her temple, shutting his eyes. "Mmhm..."

She shivered, kissing his shoulder. "So... good..."

He stepped back reluctantly. "Mm... we need to shower..."

Misty smiled. "You just want me to wash you..."

Forrest grinned, "Maybe..."

"I suppose I should have one last bath before you start to turn me..."

"Yeah... When do you want me to start that?"

"I... want to talk to Melissa first." She kissed him. "But soon..."

"Alright." He smiled slightly, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear.

"I love you, Forrest."

"I love you too, Princess."

Misty smiled, leaning up to kiss him as she heard the front door open.

Forrest muffled a curse, looking down at Misty. Shit!

"Oh fudge!" Misty blinked, grabbing her robe.

Forrest grabbed his pants from the washer, tugging them back on quickly.

"Misty?"

Misty blushed at her sister's voice. "Mel?"

"Yeah?" Melissa's voice was confused, "Where are you?"

Forrest cursed as he tripped, doing up his fly quickly as he leaned against the washer.

"Um... Forrest and I are doing laundry..."

Melissa's voice was full of laughter, "Laundry, huh? Doesn't smell like soap in here..."

Misty blushed again. "Shut up."

"Nuh uh. This is too good not to use..."

"Yeah, watch it Mel. I'm sure Darien would-" Forrest reached into the washer for his shirt.

"I'm shutting up! Jeez!"

Misty sighed, opening the door. "You horrid teen... where are you? We need to talk."

"Are you breaking up with me?" Melissa raised a brow from her position on the couch before her face became serious. "What's up?"

Misty put her hands on her hips. "Yes... I'm cheating on you with Woody."

"Not again!" The wolf faked a gasp, clapping a hand to her mouth and falling backwards on the couch.

Forrest rolled his eyes, tugging his shirt on as he followed Misty out of the room. "Yeah. Sorry about that bit. She just couldn't resist..."

Misty smiled. "Seriously though... Forrest, will you tell her?"

Forrest nodded, "Yeah."

"Tell me what?" Melissa frowned slightly, sitting up.

"Don't worry, Hun..." Misty bit her lip, sitting down on the couch.

Melissa blinked when Forrest finished. "Three days?"

Misty nodded. "You could stay with Forrest or Darien or... I don't know..."

Forrest nodded, "You could stay with me... We'd have to be careful about Jean-Claude and..." The vampire sighed. "It'd be difficult."

Melissa bit her lip, "I'll ask Darien later..."

Misty bit her lip as well. "I'm sorry."

Melissa shook her head, "It's okay."

"Not really... I thought you were staying at Darien's a while."

"Oh..." Melissa blushed. "Yeah..."

Forrest quirked a brow. Was the Brit getting frisky?

"Melissa... did he do something offensive?" Misty scowled. "Cause I'll beat him-"

"No!" Melissa shook her head again, "He had to clean his room, that's all."

"Why did he have to clean it?"

"Because we spilled something."

"On what?" Forrest quirked a brow.

Melissa felt her cheeks heat again and inwardly cursed. "His bed."

"Melissa...." Misty's tone was low and warning.

"It wasn't like that!" Melissa bit her lip, "He was playing guitar, and the soup spilled."

"Ah... well, if I find out you've 'shagged' him before you're thirty, I'll kill him and sew your legs shut. Are we clear? Or do I need to give you the talk?" Misty quirked a brow.

Melissa's eyes widened, "No! God, no!"

"Oh? And why not? As far as I know, you've never had it."

"Have too..." Melissa blushed brilliantly.

"Oh?"

"Yeah... Mr. Zeeman and Grace..." She bit her lip, trying to force her blush away.

"And why did they feel it necessary?" Misty tapped her foot.

"No idea."

"Oh?"

"Yeah."

"You're lying, Melissa Rose."

"Am not." Melissa bit her lip, trying to keep her voice even.

Forrest shook his head, hiding a smile. "I'm going to go make dinner..."

"Now... Forrest, I'm intending to pig out before I'm turned!" Misty smiled. "And you are too."

"Me?" Melissa blinked, watching Forrest leave the room. Crap. Woody was going to interrogate her later... she knew it.

"Yes, you." Misty sighed.

"Oh." Melissa swallowed. Please, please don't press...

Misty rubbed her temple, a headache growing.

"I'm sorry... I'll just go... call Darien." Melissa stood, biting her lip again.

"Mm."

Melissa worried her lip between her teeth, "Are you okay, Misty?"

"Headache." Misty shrugged. "I'll live."

"Right." The were swallowed, "Um... yeah." She moved out of the room, looking down at her feet as she walked. Lord.

Melissa ducked into the kitchen quickly, grabbing the phone and leaving before Forrest could speak. Okay... She dialed Darien's number as she escaped to her room.

"Hello?"

"Darien?"

"What's up?”

"Would you mind if I spent a few days at your house? About... three?" Melissa collapsed onto her bed, sighing.

"When, Bit?”

“I'm not sure. Tomorrow, probably."

"It shouldn't be a problem..." Darien seemed to smile into the phone. "Why do you need to stay?"

"The whole Misty-neck-biter thing." Melissa rolled onto her back, staring up at the ceiling.

"Ah. You still upset about that?"

"Not upset... I just need to get used to it. I'm used to seeing Misty with sun behind her. It's going to be different not being able to see that again."

"You should take some pictures of her in the daylight or something. Go for a walk with her."

Melissa blinked rapidly, fighting to keep the prickling at the back of her eyes at bay. "I've got pictures. It's... it's going to be hard, that's all."

"I know, Bit." Darien sighed. "But... at least she's trying."

"I know..." Melissa shut her eyes, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't complain."

"No, Bit... it's okay. I'm just no good at this... support thing..." He frowned.

She shook her head, "That's not true."

"Bit..."

"What?"

Darien shook his head. "I'm not. But..."

Melissa blinked open her eyes, "So it'd be okay if I came over tomorrow? I don't want to intrude..."

"Bit.... if you're not here, I'll come and kidnap you."

"Alright." She smiled slightly.

Darien smiled. "Feel better?"

"Yeah. Thanks, Darien."

"Good. Sleep well, Bit."

"You too."

"Of course."

She sighed softly, "Bye."

"Bye, Bit."

Melissa hung up the phone, draping an arm across her eyes. Maybe she could convince Misty to take a walk with her. It couldn't hurt to try...

*******

Misty sighed as she flipped through the TV channels. "Boring... boring... boring...."

"Misty?" Melissa shifted her grip on the phone, watching her sister apprehensively.

"Yeah, Sweetie?" Misty clicked off the TV. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." Melissa forced a slight smile. Stupid mood-swingy hormones... "Darien said I could stay at his house... starting tomorrow, if necessary."

Misty smiled slightly. "Alright. I'm not sure how long the bites will take..."

"Yeah." Melissa swallowed, "Do you think we could take a walk? Tomorrow, or something? Before you do the bites?"

"Oh, Mel..." Misty stood, hugging her sister. "Of course. We'll go to the zoo or something... okay?"

Melissa hugged her back, "Yeah... thanks, Misty..."

"I know this is hard, hun... but it's the only thing I can think of to stop from leaving you... and I couldn't bear that..." Misty sniffed. "Maybe I'm being selfish-"

Melissa shook her head, pressing her face into Misty's shoulder. "No... I don't want you to leave... ever. And this is a good way to do that... It's just going to take some getting used to."

"I'm sorry, Mel. If it was anything else... I'd fight it. But it's lymphoma... and even with treatment... my chances are slim to none..."

"I know... Sure, Dad may have a fit... and Mom might go into shock, but it'll be okay."

"I only care about you... you and Forrest."

Melissa pulled back, "I've got to finish up my homework... Love you, Misty."

"I love you too, Mel." Misty leaned forward, kissing her sister's cheek.

Melissa smiled, handing Misty the phone and moving back the way she'd come.

Misty sighed, carrying the phone into the kitchen to hang it up.

Forrest glanced over his shoulder as she came in, still stirring the pasta. "You okay, Princess?"

"Yeah... just... bluh." Misty smiled at him. "And messy."

He smiled back, "Yeah... does pasta work for dinner?"

Misty nodded. "Of course."

"Is there anything you want to go with it?"

Misty smirked. "I can't have that, Mel's home."

Forrest laughed, "Any kind of desert or side dish?"

"Again... I can't have that, Mel's home."

He shook his head, smiling. "Food product, then."

Misty heaved a sigh. "Any chocolate cake?"

"I think I could make some from scratch." Forrest took the wooden spoon out of the pasta, setting a lid on top of the pot.

"Oh, never mind that, then." Misty shrugged. "I don't want to trouble you."

He shook his head, "It's not a trouble, Princess."

"Forrest... I'm serious..."

"So am I."

"I'll live without chocolate cake, Forrest." She pushed her hair back.

He sighed, "It's not a big deal, Princess. Baking used to be my hobby. Making a cake from scratch won't be an issue."

"Really? You baked? My Stripper baked?"

His lips quirked, "From junior high until I was turned, yeah."

Misty smiled, kissing him. "That's... cute."

Forrest chuckled softly, "Uh huh..."

"I'm serious." She laughed. "Fine. Prove it, Mr. baker."

"I will." He smirked, kissing the corner of her mouth. "Now, out. I need to make sure you've got everything I need."

Misty pouted. "Do I have to go?"

"Nope." Forrest began to move around the kitchen, opening cupboards and pulling down ingredients he'd need for the cake. "If you can watch the pasta..."

Misty nodded. "Alright."

Forrest looked down at the collected ingredients several minutes later and nodded. Well... they had everything. Now he just had to make it.

"Forrest?"

“Yeah?”

"Nothing... I'm just being stupid."

He frowned, turning to face her. "No... what is it, Princess?"

"I just... you won't leave me, will you? After you change me?" Misty swallowed, looking afraid. "Melissa's not going to be alive forever... and if you turn me..."

Forrest blinked, then shook his head, "No... why would I leave you?"

Misty sighed, leaning against the counter. "I... don't know. See? I told you... Stupid."

He shook his head, "Not stupid... I mean, it's a valid concern, but I don't plan to leave you." He pulled a large bowl down from one of the cupboards. "Okay?"

She swallowed, nodding. "Sorry." Distractedly, she stirred at the pasta.

Forrest let his mind drift as his body when through the familiar motions of adding, mixing, adding, and stirring again. She thought he'd leave her? So had Jean-Claude. What was it with everyone? Did they honestly think that he switched from woman to woman that quickly? He wasn't like that! Well... not really. Alright, he had been. Before he'd met Misty. Not now, though. Now he had the woman he loved, and that was enough for him. So why did everyone doubt that?

Misty swallowed, noting the firm set of his jaw. Now she'd angered him. Great. "I'm sorry, Forrest. I've never had someone want to stay with me for any significant amount of time..."

He pulled the cake pans toward him on the counter. "And you expected me to be just like everyone else?" His tone was calculated, holding no anger, only curiosity. His grip on the cake pans, however, told a different story.

She swallowed again, her eyes stinging. "No... I... I don't know." She set the spoon down. "I... have to check on Mel."

He sighed, "I'm sorry, Princess... I've been different my entire life. It feels odd to be treated like..." He shook his head.

A tear made its way down her face and she swiped it away angrily. "No.... you're right. I shouldn't assume things. I shouldn't have assumed you'd be like every other man in my life, promise me everything, then do the exact opposite... or... or just treat me like I'm trash in general." Misty stepped towards the door.

"Misty... wait." Forrest set the pans aside, swallowing. "I was like that... It's not unreasonable for you to think I still am. The only reason I haven't left is because I love you. I don't want you to doubt that. Ever."

Misty shook her head, more tears escaping. "I.... I don't. I couldn't. I can feel it." She fought back a sob. "I've been trying to block everything. I'm so scared, Forrest... and so's Melissa... and... I can feel it..."

He took a step towards her, "I know, Princess... This is going to be hard for everyone... but we'll get through it. Together."

She swallowed, pressing a hand to her mouth as she nodded.

He sighed, "Go check on Mel... the pasta'll be done when you get back."

Misty sniffed. "I'm sorry." Biting her lip, she left the kitchen.

Forrest pressed the heels of his hands to his eyes, tempted to hit something. Fucking hell. Was it 'Give Forrest Shit Day'? Had he missed the date on the calendar? What was it with everyone?!

Misty knocked softly on her sister's bedroom door. "Sweetie?"

"Yeah?"

"Dinner's nearly done."

"'Kay." Melissa yawned, standing from her bed and moving to the door. She opened it, caught sight of her sister, and blinked. "What'd I miss?"

Misty swallowed. "What do you mean?"

"You're crying..." Melissa's brow furrowed. "You don't usually cry... I haven't seen you cry since you told me about..." She frowned. "What did he do?"

Misty wiped at her face. "Nothing, I just... asked a stupid question. That's all."

"What happened, Misty?"

"Nothing, Mel-"

"Whatever." Melissa stepped around her sister, moving towards the kitchen.

Misty sighed, looking down.

Melissa scowled when she came into the kitchen, "You made her cry."

Forrest looked up from where he was pouring the cake batter into a pan. "I know. It wasn't intentional."

"I'd never seen her cry until you came along!" Melissa glared up at him, "How many times are you going to make her cry? I don't like watching it, Forrest! I don't like the cause it has! I hate it!"

Forrest's grip on the bowl tightened, and he finished pouring the batter into the pans. "Melissa..."

"What?"

"Shut up."

A door slammed. The front door.

Forrest cursed, dropping the bowl onto the counter and sprinting from the room, Melissa not far behind him.

Misty sobbed as she walked down the street. She couldn't take this. She couldn't She couldn't breathe. She felt like she was drowning in emotions. Everyone was so sad and angry... and scared... She went to her knees as she reached the corner, trying to take a deep breath, but that only made her cough as well as sob.

Forrest dropped to his knees next to her, not caring as a rock dug through his pants to nick at his skin. "Princess?"

Melissa stopped several feet away from them, torn between giving them privacy or...

Misty sniffed, pressing her hands to her chest. "I can't breathe..."

He rested a hand on her shoulder, prepared to pull it back at the slightest hint that he should. "You can... I know you can."

She sobbed. "So... angry... broken..."

He pulled her to him, rubbing her back soothingly. "It'll be okay..."

Melissa sat down on the curb, sighing. She didn't feel angry or broken. She felt lost.

Misty squeezed her eyes shut, forcing herself to calm a bit. "Can't find the pieces..."

"We'll find them, Princess... they're all here..."

She sniffed, shaking her head. "Lost..."

"Not lost." He kissed the top of her head, "We just can't find them yet..."

She swallowed, pressing her face into his chest.

Melissa stood, slowly moving back into the house. God. This blew royal monkey balls...

Forrest shut his eyes, rubbing her back in soothing circles. Shit.

Slowly, Misty calmed, her breathing more normal.

Forrest blinked his eyes open, looking down at her.

She sniffed, raising her head. "I'm sorry."

"It's alright." He smiled slightly, "Are you okay?"

She nodded shakily. "My knees hurt..." Lord, her voice was hoarse.

He kissed her temple. "Mine too... Are you ready to go inside?"

She nodded again. "Yes...."

"Okay." Forrest stood carefully, pulling her up with him.

She swallowed, starting to brush off her pants. Noticing his bloodied pants, she stared. "Forrest..."

"Yeah?" He blinked, following her gaze. "Shit."

"I'm sorry... Come inside and I'll help you patch that up..." Misty took his hand, tugging him towards the house.

Forrest followed her, ignoring the twinge in his knee at every step.

She led him into the bathroom, biting her lip. "Pants off."

He undid his fly, pushing his pants down and off.

"Thank you." Misty swallowed. "I guess I won't need to worry about you getting an infection?" She asked as she pulled out a washcloth.

He shook his head, "No, you don't need to worry about infection."

She bit her lip again, wetting the cloth with warm water. "I'm sorry I lost it."

"It's okay." He offered her a smile, the expression crumbling with a hiss as she started to clean the cut.

"Sorry." She winced, pulling back the cloth.

He shook his head, "It needs to be cleaned... it's okay..."

"Not really." She set back to work again. "I hate hurting you."

"I know." He grit his teeth as the cut stung. Ow.

She made quick work of it, leaning down and kissing his knee. "Sorry... I've hurt you enough today."

He swallowed, "It's alright, Princess." He glanced at his stained pants. "Guess we really do need to do laundry..."

She laughed softly. "And bathe." She pressed her mouth to his. "I love you."

"I love you too." He kissed the corner of her mouth. "I'd better check on the pasta..."

"Not naked." Misty smiled. "I'll nick you a pair of pants, okay?"

"Yeah." He smiled back, "Thanks, Princess."

Misty ducked out of the room, biting her lip.

Melissa looked up as Misty stepped into the living room, a book halfway to her backpack.

"Mel?" Misty bit her lip. "I'm sorry."

The were shook her head, stuffing the book in her bag. "It's okay."

"Not really. I shouldn't have broken down."

"It's fine, Misty... seriously."

Misty hugged herself. "I... need to get Forrest some pants..."

"Okay." Melissa nodded, sighing inwardly.

Misty glanced at her sister. "What can I do to help you, Mel?"

Melissa shrugged, zipping up her backpack.

Misty sighed, going into the laundry room and grabbing a pair of pants from the dryer.

Forrest stood when the bathroom door opened, his brow furrowed. It was going to be a lovely night, he could tell.

Misty bit her lip. "Sorry. Forrest?"

"Yeah, Princess?"

"Would you... I mean, you don't have to... but you pretty much have and this would just be sort of more formal..."

He blinked, "What?"

She blushed, realizing they were still in the bathroom. "Can I not ask you here?"

"Yeah..."

Misty handed him his pants. "Sorry..."

Forrest took them, tugging them on. "It's alright."

She chewed at her lip, leading him into her bedroom when he was done.

Forrest frowned slightly as she shut the door. "What did you want to ask me, Princess?"

"Well... I was wondering if... you'd consider moving in with me?" Misty swallowed.

A slow grin spread over his lips, "Of course!"

She blinked. "Really?"

"Yeah." He smiled.

Misty grinned. "Thank you."

Forrest wrapped her up in a hug, "I think I should be thanking you... not the other way around."

Misty hugged him back, rubbing her face against his chest. "Oh?"

"Yeah..." He kissed the top of her head. "I love you."

She looked up at him, smiling. "I love you too."

He smiled back, then blinked, "I have to check the pasta..."

"You're obsessed with the pasta..." She teased, pushing him towards the door.

He stuck his tongue out at her, "You're just jealous."

"Yeah... cause I want your bubble butt."

He smirked, opening the door. "I know."

Misty grinned, smacking his butt before taking off down the hall.

He blinked, then tore after her.

Misty giggled, running behind the couch where her sister was trying to watch TV. "SAVE ME!"

Melissa looked up, "What?"

Forrest skidded to a halt on the other side of the couch. "Come here, Princess..."

Melissa laughed, "Woody! You sound like a pedophile!"

Misty shook her head. "Nope." Don't laugh!

Forrest pouted, half at Melissa, half at Misty. "Aw..."

Melissa grinned, standing from the couch and moving around it to hold Misty in place. "Free shots!"

"Mel!" Misty squeaked, trying to run around her.

Melissa smirked as Forrest advanced, "Yes?"

"Evil..." Misty dived over the couch, rolling to her feet. "YES!"

Forrest and Melissa exchanged glances, both moving around the couch towards Misty.

"Aw... come on..." Misty swallowed, looking around for a way out.

Both Melissa and Forrest caught her at the same time, pulling her down to the floor and tickling her mercilessly.

Misty screamed. "I'll pee!"

Melissa pulled back, wrinkling her nose. "Not on me!"

Misty giggled, curling in a ball as she shrieked.

Forrest smirked, letting her roll away from him a moment later. "There. We're even."

Misty lay there, panting. "Mean..."

"Mmhm. But you love me."

"Us." Melissa corrected with a mock scowl.

Forrest grinned. "Right. Sorry. Us."

She sighed. "I guess..."

The vampire arched a brow, "You guess?"

Misty shrieked as he threatened to tickle her again. "Fine! I love you!"

Forrest looked over his lover at Melissa, "Think she sounds genuine?"

Melissa smiled wickedly, "Nah..." Her fingers attacked Misty's ribs, tickling expertly.

"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH" Misty squirmed. "PASTA! Burning!"

Forrest froze, "Shit!" He stood, running into the kitchen.

Misty smirked at her sister. "Run." She waggled her fingers at her sibling, getting ready to pounce.

Melissa didn't hesitate, jumping to her feet and escaping in the direction of her room.

Misty cackled, chasing her.

Melissa bit back a curse as she reached the end of the hallway. When had she passed her room? Crap!

"Gotcha!" A thud echoed through the house, then Melissa's screams.
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