"Yea..." Chris fell silent. What if, somehow, Cam was changing? What if he did end up having to kill her? He shook his head, trying not to think about that. "Look, I'm gonna get off now, okay? But I'll be over soon. Just try and stay calm and everything."
"I'll see if Dave can give me a backrup or something." She managed a smile. "That might work. Thanks Chris."
"No problem. I'll see you soon." He hung up the phone and took a deep breath, letting it out slowly.
Trenton smiled at Cam. "Yea, a backrub sounds like a good idea. It'll take all your worries away."
She hung up the phone, setting it down on the table. "Dave, I have to ask you this now. If in fact I'm a vampire, I want you to kill me. I'm not asking you, I'm telling you. I'm not going to let you become a dinner for me and I won't let myself live like that. I want you to stake me as hard as you can."
He hugged her to him tightly. "It's not going to come to that. I won't let it. And if it does, then you won't be dying alone." He couldn't imagine doing that to her, and he couldn't imagine going on after doing that.
She slowly broke from his embrace. "I need to do something with my hair before Chris gets here. I should also get dressed. I don't think you'd like for him to only seeing me in a towel." She said, no tone of humor in her voice at all. She wasn't sure how Dave was regarding Chris, but she didn't want to make it worse.
He nodded and moved away from her a little bit, giving her room to get up and go about her business. He felt grief flow through him, but he pushed it away, telling himself repeatedly that it would be ok.
She smiled at him, getting up from the couch. Her eyes flashed color again. "I'll see you in the bedroom for that backrub, lover."
He smirked, looking up at her. "Sure thing. Whenever you want it, I'm ready."
She went into the bathroom, combing through her hair and putting it into two braids, parted in the middle. Then she went into the bedroom, undiong the towel and slipping on a sports bra, panties, and the same sweats and baseball shirt she had on before the shower. She hung the towels up to dry and lit up yet another smoke. "Dave, I'm ready." She called out.
He came into the bedroom. His eyes were still a bit wide and dazed. He was in a perpetual state of disbelief, thinking that any minute, he'd wake up. He shook his head, trying to clear it, then approached her, forcing a smile.
She knew he was faking it. "I know you're afraid of me, Trenton. I tried to leave, but you wouldn't let me." She said crossly. "This isn't any easier on me, you know."
"I know..." he sighed. "It's not that I'm afraid. It's just..." he looked down. "I don't understand how this could be happening. I don't want it to happen."
"And you think I'm enjoying it? I'm NOT, Dave. I fucking hate it." She took a drag from her smoke. "I wish it didn't happen. I wish that for once, I could just go to sleep and dream. Remember last night, how we made love all night and then you fell asleep at Dawn? Well, I stayed up. I watched cartoons, I read, I tried everything I could think of to go to sleep."
"I'm sorry." He was still looking at the ground, his eyes filled with pain. "If it wasn't for me, you'd have gone back to New York and you wouldn't be going through this right now."
"If I would have gone back to New York, I know of two people who would have been really unhappy that they didn't get their soulmate. They're sitting in this room....They have no idea what the future holds for them. They might enjoy being in love, maybe get married or whatever, or they'll decide that they shouldn't be together and move on. We'll figure it out, and if this is all in my head, I'll join the Prozac Nation and get straightened out. Chris told me not to drink anymore blood until he got here." She managed a giggle.
He let out a little nervous laughter, followed by some of relief. He looked back up at her, feeling a little better. "We're gonna be alright."
She nodded, repeating the sentence, perhaps to convince herself that things would be fine. She laid down on the bed, reaching over to the stereo and loading a CD. After selecting a track, the song from the club earlier began to play softly. She took another drag from her smoke and lay there, enjoying the music.
He moved over to the bed and sat on the edge of it by her. "Now, how about that back rub? Who knows, maybe I'll even get you to fall asleep."
She nodded. "That sounds nice." She laid down on her stomach, telling herself she wouldn't kiss him until they found out what was wrong. She knew what kissing had led to twice that night, and she was damned if it would happen again.
He cracked his knuckles then straddled her. He moved his hands to her shoulders, starting to massage them and work out any kinks she had. He worked thoroughly and firmly, but gentle at the same time. He made his mind think of other things, good things. Cam needed to relax, and so did he.
She closed her eyes, letting out a slight moan. It felt good to be touched. She enjoyed it more than anything else. She promised she'd return the favor, one way or another. She thought of them dancing in the club, and it made her happy. She felt her body relax, slowly.