2: Intimacy

When they arrived back home Jolie went to their sleeping room. She felt exhausted.
 Jack was her maker, meaning she had a stronger bond with him than any other vampire. Their bond was strong, but the past few years it had frayed at the edges.
 They were not a couple, or committed to each other in any way, other than him being her maker. They had slept together once, on a night that was by far the best of Jolie's vampire life. The connection she felt to him that night was amazing. Her veins were on fire and her mind was in another world. How he held her so gentle, yet he moved with force and passion.
 They never spoke about that night.
 She knew that to him it was a mistake, and he promised her it would never happen again. She knew Jack was in love once. A vampire named Claudia. She was his world, his passion, his reason for carrying on. Until that awful day...

He told Jolie that she reminded him of her, which broke her heart, to think this may be the only reason he sticks around. She almost plays the shadow of Claudia, which fills the dark hole within Jack.

Her thoughts were interrupted when Jack walked into the room.

'What are you thinking about Jolie? Your shoulders are tensed, and I know that means one thing,'
'I'm thinking about us... and home, and -'
'This is home now,' Jack shot back.
 His abruptness irritated Jolie. She was not a child, and she certainly wasn't going to be spoken to like one.
'You have no idea what I'm thinking Jack. You have no idea who I am, what I'm feeling, what my dreams are, and you certainly don't give a damn about finding out either,'
'Don't be ridiculous Jolie.'
'I'm not,'
 Two could play at the sharp sentence game.

Jack pulled on her waist to twist her towards him. His touch felt comforting, which went against all of her feelings two minutes ago. She loved him. There was no avoiding it.
 'You know I hate it when you say things like that Jojo,'
'Jojo? You haven't used that name since...'
'Since before that night we were together, I know.'
'Why are you so cold when it comes to that night? Do you regret it? Ever since, you've been so distant and formal with me, and that's not the Jack I fell-'

 She cut off. She wasn't about to argue with him and then tell him she loved him. No. This wasn't the right time or place.
 His hand felt so nice resting on her waist.

Jack pulled her closer and pressed his face into the tamed waves of her hair.
 'I do not regret that night Jolie,'
'Then why won't you talk about it?'
'Well, if you really want to know, its because I didn't want to hurt you. That night, when we were dancing in the Coven mansion, you looked so beautiful. You reminded me so much of Claudia that night and I-'
'What?!'
'This is why I can't tell you Jojo!'
'Don't you dare call me Jojo,'

'How could you look at me and take me to your room, the whole time thinking about her! You never slept with me that night Jack, you slept with her.'
'No I didn't Jolie, it was you and I-'
'I don't want to hear it. I am on the run because of something I did to defend your ass, so don't you dare try to pull wool over my eyes with your lies. You are acting just like your father.'

'Don't you dare mention my father!'

Jolie was so angry. All this time that night meant nothing to him. Nothing at all. She thought back to the night that they danced together just before it happened. She was so in love with this man, and the way he looked at her made her stomach flip.
 She remembered she was wearing her dark pink dress that night.

They both stood in silence. Both of them radiating anger and love. Two raw emotions that blended together to create lust. Their eyes burned into one another and Jolie felt herself relax that little too much...

Knock knock knock.

They were not expecting any visitors. They hadn't made any new friends in the town yet.
 Their desires would have to wait for now.

Jolie moved over to the front window and peered out hesitantly.

 'Oh my,' she breathed.
'You're never going to believe who it is...'