Fallen (Fallen 1)

“Did Jonathon drink too much? Or was he too rough?” asked Mason.

“Too much shopping. Wait! What did you say?” I asked turning on the stairs to look at him.

“Mason shut up! I swear one of these days I’m going to incinerate you!” yelled Jonathon running into the living room so fast he was almost a blur. He jumped inhumanly high and tackled Mason. I heard bones crunching or maybe that was the coffee table breaking? Or both? But when Jonathon had hit Mason, tackling him to the floor, it had sounded like boulders collapsing.

“Jonathon!” I screamed.

Danny and Joseph were up in a flash tearing them off from each other.

The fight had lasted no more than twenty seconds, yet so much damage had been caused; a broken nose and coffee table.

I looked Jonathon over, he was unhurt. Not a curl out of place. Mason on the other hand had blood pouring from his broken nose, which already appeared to be healing itself. He reached up and straightened the bones so it would heal in a perfect line; it made a sickening sound. I was frightened for only a moment, for Mason’s blood was blue not red.

I nearly fainted.

Too tired to care what happened next I continued up the steps.

I finally, after what seemed like an eternity, made it to my room. I closed the old wood door behind me.

My shopping bags and luggage set had been put in the corner of the room. I’d mess with putting that stuff away tomorrow.

I tore off my jacket and hung it on the chair in the corner.

I took off my clothes, put on my pajamas, and put the dirty clothes in the hamper moving automatically.

I looked out the window at my house; no longer welcoming. The full moon cast a sinister glow on the house. Patrick and Amelia were there dealing with my mom. I hoped Amelia’s severe patience was still working.

I closed the curtain just as I heard a soft knock on the door.

I went and opened the door. The old crystal knob turning noiselessly.

Jonathon stood in front of me wearing gray and navy plaid pajama pants and a thin navy cotton shirt.

I looked down at my pajamas. We were wearing almost the same thing only I wore a gray shirt. Talk about coincidence.

We laughed and I blushed, tugging slightly at my hair.

“May, I come in?” he asked motioning to my room.

“Uh . . . yeah, yeah come in.” I said opening the door wide.

Jonathon walked in and sat in the wingback chair, the one I had haphazardly tossed my jacket over.

I climbed in the bed.

“You can lay over here with me.” I said boldly.

He moved and lay by me in an instant. Once again showing his incredible speed.

“I wanted to apologize for what happened down stairs with Mason. So, I’m sorry,” He said.

“Apology accepted. But what was he talking about?”

“Oh . . . um . . . That?” he asked nervously.

“Yeah, That.” I said.

“Well um . . . I don’t know where to begin. You see a lot of vampires feed on their soul mates. It’s a bonding, passionate experience. That feeding secretes a hormone that . . . well . . . um . . . usually leads to sex. He knows we haven’t done anything like that and I don’t plan on doing it until we’re married. But you were so weak and fragile looking; I guess he couldn’t resist making fun of our ‘sex’ life. I got defensive I didn’t want him messing with you. We change when we find our soul mate. Patrick has tried to explain it to me but I still don’t understand,” He said talking about our future, being married, as easily as if he’d been talking about the weather.