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Without You

Summary:
Bella is on her own when she finds the clearing. When Laurent finds her there, her werewolf saviors are nowhere to be found. Is Laurent a good guy, or will his bad side overcome him? Thanks a jillion to MRSBellaCullenBlack for the wonderful banner!!! :D


Notes:
So, I had this story on here for a little bit... but then I deleted it. I totally forget why, actually. So, if you've read it already, you don't have to review... until I put up new updates, that is :)


4. The Blood and Guts Almost Did It

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I woke up, screaming of course. Laurent was beside me, his cold arms around me, his cool breath on my face. It calmed me considerably.

“Once again, it's fascinating watching a human sleep. I'm starting to get the reason he stayed with you, if only a little bit,” breathed Laurent. “Are you okay?

“I'm okay,” I whispered. I didn't know what it was about the dream that scared me, but I was rattled. Maybe it was the fact that Jacob was so mad at me. He was never the angry kind of person, I hardly ever saw him frown.

“Do you ever wake up without screaming?” He smoothed my hair away from my face.

“Rarely,” I replied.

“How strange,” he muttered. To my surprise, he didn't move to get up. He kept his arms tight around me. “Your heartbeat still hasn't slowed,” he whispered.

“Yeah.” Little did he know, it was mostly his fault. It was absurd, but I actually liked his arms around me. It must have been because they reminded me of Edward's, that's all.

“Strange,” he whispered again. We were both quiet then, neither of us moved.

The silence was interrupted when his cell phone rang. I was actually surprised, he didn't seem the cell phone type.

“Hello?” he asked. He face darkened when he heard the voice on the other end. “Irina, I told you.” He paused, waiting for a response. “I'm not a total monster. Maybe you should learn some compassion, yes? I don't do that anymore, I just slipped up once.”

I felt a sneeze coming. I tried to keep it away, but that just made it come out even louder. I heard the voice on the other side get even louder

“Do I have to tell you everything? Can't you trust me? Just call me when you're in a better mood.” He snapped the phone shut.

“Irina... she lives in Denali, right?” I knew that much, at least.

“Yes, she does. Unfortunately, she thinks that I'm off killing people like some madman. She knows I'm with someone, your little sneeze proved it. She told me to kill my little friend and then go back to her.” I flinched after he spoke.

“Is she...” I trailed off.

“My mate? In a way, I suppose. I sometimes enjoy being with her, even if she is an annoying shrew of a woman most of the time. I question the relationship. I don't know what made me want to be with her in the first place. She really can be quite the handful,” he sighed.

“Oh, I see.”

“Yes, she called just now to check up on me. She is quite possessive. It drives me mad. I hate being kept on a leash, especially one being held by someone so insufferable.” I could hear his slight French accent better when he was aggravated.

“Why are you still with her then?” I felt nosy, but I really wanted to know.

“Because there's no one else, nothing else. It can be terribly boring, living forever. After awhile you've done it all.” He was stroking my arm, but I didn't know if he realized it.

“That's not a very positive way to look at it,” I noted.

“Sometimes I'm not a very positive person,” he replied. “What were you dreaming about?” He changed the subject. I didn't blame him. I wouldn't like it if someone poked into my personal life, if I had one, that is.

“My best friend,” I whispered.

“What's her name?”

“It's a he. He is probably worried sick by now...” I sighed.

“Your best friend is a he?” asked Laurent.

I didn't get why he was so shocked. “What's wrong with that?”

“Nothing, nothing,” he murmured. I didn't want to push the issue any further.

I closed my eyes. I could still feel his breath on my cheek. “Is it uncomfortable being this close to me?” I asked.

“No, I'm fine with it.” He took a deep breath, as if proving his point.

“Are you sure? I'm okay now. I don't think I'll be having another... breakdown,” I explained.

“I'm okay, I promise.” He chuckled.

“How?”

“I just had a little slip-up, Bella. That's the only reason my eyes are this color. I have... accidents, but I saw a challenge when I went to Denali. I saw the challenge in not eating humans and I wanted to prove to myself that I could do it. If I were a little less confident in myself, I probably would have killed you by now.” He was still lying right next to me. He brushed the hair away from my face. His casual confession didn't scare me as much as it probably should have.

I sighed and sat up. As much as he said being close to me didn't bother him, it bothered me. I was beginning to think that my heart would never stop racing. I stood up and sat on the couch in front of the TV.

Laurent hopped off the bed and stood beside the couch. “Any movies you'd like to watch?” he asked.

“Not unless you'd like to watch one.” I felt bad that he had to cart me all the way out here, so I might as well let him be the one to choose what we do.

“Nonsense, don't worry about me. It's all about you.” He smiled.

“Let's watch a movie then,” I sighed.

“Which one?” He turned on the TV and pressed menu. There was a limited selection. I'd never even heard of most of the movies. When we finally decided, it was an action film. No romance. No zombies. Just good old blood and guts.

I started to regret the decision when I saw the hunger in Laurent's eyes. Someone was stabbed and the blood started pouring out. I could see Laurent struggle to control himself. I finally took the remote and turned the TV off. If there was one thing that would be bad for the situation it was another crazy vampire.

He shook his head, as if to clear it, and looked at me. “I'm sorry,” he murmured. “I suppose that was a bit of a bad choice on my part. I should not have agreed.”

“Sorry for choosing it,” I mumbled.

“Oh, it's not your fault.”

My stomach growled. I didn't realize how hungry I had become.

“Time for some food?” he asked.

“That would be nice,” I replied.

He got up and reached for the phone. He was interrupted by three sharp knocks on the door. By the way he was standing, I knew that there wasn't someone he wanted to see behind the door. I froze as he moved to open it.