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Chapter 8

My hand moved over Simone’s sleeping figure. She really was good in bed… she had to be some sort of angel. Yawning alittle I sat up only to feel Simone moving beside me. My eyes looked to her then back to my body, I could feel my self getting hard. Girding my teeth I looked to Simone only to see her eyes starring up at me.

" What’s wrong?" her voice sounded making me even harder.

My eyes looked to her only to see a puzzled look. Moving closer to her resting my package on her thigh.

" Oh," she laughed kissing my lips softly. Sighing I mounted her nuzzling her neck before entering.

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Looking down at her, only to see her paler then normal. Something wasn’t right… Pulling out of her only to see her eyes close. " Simone" touching her cheeks only to get no reaction. Resting my head on her chest hoping to hear something. " Wait no heart bet" I stated only to see her face. Im so stupid I thought jumping out of bed hurrying to my dresser only to pull out some boxers.

" What’s wrong" her voice sounded once more making me jump. Turning to look at her only to see her eyes red. " Simone what is wrong" watching her stand to her feet. Tossing her some clothing… she looked at me her eye not changing. " I haven’t been eating" she whispered slipping her close on.

" Is that why you look ill" walking over to help her. " Im weak not ill" she pointed out her legs wobbling under nether her. " Ethan can you tie the back" she asked nodding I tied her corset. I helped her in to her leather pants; followed by her boots. " Come-on lets find some food" she whispered my arms holding her up. " Simone I have to get dressed first" setting her down in the kitchen only to see her lay her head on the table.

Hurrying back to the bedroom.

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Simone couldn’t stand the hunger any longer: Moving my wrist in front of me only to bite down. I have never felt so hungry in my life. My eyes looked every where only to see Ethan standing in the doorway his eyes wide. " You cant be that hungry!" He whispered.

" But I am" I answered putting my lips to my wrist once more. He griped my wrist pulling it away. " Here" he whispered handing me his wrist. " I can" pushing it away. Standing to my feet only to see Ethan watch me wearily. " Im going to the bar if you want to come its up to you!" walking to the door. " But you need blood not beer."

" I know the bar owner, he helps me with blood dilemmas." Heading out the door only to feel arms wrap around me. Looking to where it was coming from only to see Ethan smiling alittle…

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Walking in to the bar only to see it packed more then normal. The feeling of Ethan’s grip getting tighter; making me look at hem only to see why. We had eyes on us many looked more at me then anything. " Perverts" I whispered moving closer to Ethan. Setting down at the bar only to see Oliver rushing around like a headless chicken.

" Busy today?" Smiling when I saw his face.

" Yea," He cracked tossing over a glass. " Oliver I need another glass for my friend here" only to hear hem laugh.

" So you finely moved on it looks?" Oliver laughed handing over another glass.

" Yea, I think so!" Smiling at Ethan only to see hem drink his glass down.

Starring down at my glass only to hear my stomach growl. Wanting to laugh at the sound only to feel a hand on my shoulder. Turning to Ethan only to see his eyes starring behind me. Looking over the other only to see a guy with blonde hair his green eyes starring in to mine.

" I was wanting to now if you wanted to come set with me and my friends" the guy asked smiling.

" No I don’t think my husband would like that… I mean you’re not really his type" smiling in my words.

He didn’t say anything to that… just walked away.

Smiling I turned to Ethan only to see a confused look on his face. " So who’s your husband?" I couldn’t help but laugh. "Well you and your hardheadedness once are blood joined then that means where married. Well that’s what being bound together means" not getting why he didn’t noticed. His face was blank… Then it hit me he didn’t want that… he didn’t want me.

Drinking the glass down. Only to feel my straight returning; I walked out before he knew it. Hurrying down the street only to hear my boots hitting the ground. Time to leave… but where?