We sat and we ate, getting into the little details of my life before him.
"So what's your favorite childhood memory?"
"Ok so this one time- holy crap thinking back there is s lot! Ummm ok so this one time me and my childhood friend, her name was Amora, we played ghost in the grave yard when we were 11. I remember running around town hiding from all of our other friends. The dark made it 1000 times better, it was probably one of the best days of my life." I smiled the whole time those words came out of my mouth.
"Ok, what about the worst?" My smile fell and I thought for a second, realizing that a lot of bad things had happened.
"You dont have to answer that- I'm sorry I ruined the mood."
"No it's fine, you wanted to know me better and I wanted to know myself. You asking me these questions just make me think about it, so that I can remember. And that's not a bad thing, Malachai. It's good."
"Well when you put it like that-"
"I think my worst memory was when my mother and father had a fight one night and he was drunk like he usually was on friday nights... she got a little physical and he left, and when she saw me she left too. I was alone for the rest of the night. They both came back the next morning together like nothing had ever happened. When he was drunk it brought out the bad in my mother, the hurt and slightly abusive. You see my fathrr was never an angry drunk, he just knew how to get her upset and she never took it well. And the next week something happened to him that made him want to end the pain and he..." I started to cry. I could picture the silhouette of him, swaying in the wind as the bus drove by him.
"He killed himself. I was sitting on the bus going home one day after school. Window side obviously because I used to get car sick like no other when I was younger. We started to slow down at my stop and then the lady that was driving saw and sped up, I was confused until I saw what was on the front lawn hanging from the tree with a fallen step ladder beside him. I cried in my seat while the lady dropped the rest of the kids off, walking each and everyone on of them to their houses and explained gk there parents what they all saw. Then she took me to the police department after she dropped the rest of them off. I was about 14 when this happened."
I looked over at him, his eyes were like glass. Was he crying? He wiped the tears that ran down my face. I laughed because we had been crying together, at least that is what it looked like and that's what I chose to believe.
He cupped my cheeks with his hands.
"Car, I am so so so sorry." He kissed me.
"Did things get easier after that?"
"No" I said while doing that laugh cry thing you see people do when they are upset.
"My mother... well she kept leaving because I reminded her to much of him, and then on October 29th when I was 16, she left and never came back. To this day I havent seen her face since, and I dont want to." He slid closer to me because we were sitting on a bench in the dining area. I rested my head on his shoulder, crying out of anger and sadness.
We sat there for a while until I all of the sudden woke up in bed. Me snuggled into Kai, he held me kindly as he watched tv.
"Hey sleepy head, how was your nap?"
I yawned. "It was ok, thank for being there for me, Malachai." I reached up and kissed him, he kissed me back. It was a long kiss, he pulled back to breathe and so did I. He looked at me.
"I cant wait to spend the rest of my life with you." He whispered in my ear, I looked at him and kissed him, he then leaned over and got on top of me. I put my hand on his chest pushing him up off of me. He looked at me upset and confused, longing for my touch. I spoke a spell so that no one could enter.
"Just in case, you never know." I smiled and he chuckled, going at my neck with his lips. He put his hand behind my neck and the other on my lower back. He sat up and brought me with him, trying his best to keep kissing me on our way up. He pulled up my shirt and I ripped his shirt and slid it down off of his shoulders.
"Hey, that was a good shirt."
"Oh shush, you can borrow mine. Now kiss me." He raised his eye brows and shrugged in agreement, I could tell he didnt thinking was a bad idea to wear my shirt. I mentally rolled my eyes and put my hand on the back of his neck and pulled him down with me, forcing him to kiss me.
As he was kissing my neck, I noticed how eager his touch was the first time I let him do this. I dont know if it was because he hadn't felt someone's touch for so long he was using me for himself, or if he actually meant it and wasnt using me. Either way, I let him keep going because I enjoyed him, I liked him touching me no matter if he meant it the first time or not, I wanted him. I wanted him now and forever. I have him. And I never want to let him go.
I pushed him up and he pulled away, I didnt want him to pull away I just wanted him to start getting up. He looked at me confused and I pushed him on his back beside me, I took off my pants, as did he. Then I got on top of him, kissing his neck, he whispered my name and I got flustered. When he whispered my name I stopped and looked up at him.
"Oh well I never wanted you to stop, I just wanted you to know I was enjoying what you were doing."
"Oh."
"Dont worry, I know you enjoy me. In fact so does Damon."
"Malachai what the hell!" I rolled off of him.
"What! He heard us the other day and told me about it," I started to get mad.
"He has no right listening to us enjoying ourselves with one another."
"Hey, dont get to mad. I turned his blood to acid and made his daylight ring stop working in front of the window." He chuckled at his own comment.
"He got what he deserved." He turned over and kissed me.
"I cant wait to spend the rest of my life with you either." I said as I smiled at him.
"Well, let's embrace us being naked, kiss me." And I did. I kissed him and we didn't stop, we kissed all night until about 3am when we both wanted to be done.
I laid on his chest and he held me, he held me and never let go.
"What did you wanna talk about?" He asked, my eyes were starting to get heavy.
"I dont know, whatever you want to talk about, it doesn't matter to me." I said tired.
There was a long time of silence. I had my eyes closed thinking about him and his family. His hand was playing with my hair and I was moving my fingers around on his chest.
"What were your parents like?" I asked.
"Well, it depends on what you mean." He said with a sigh.
"I mean, what were they like. As people, I know they were bad towards you but, did you ever get to see them as, you know. People? Just living their lives as parents with 8 kids." I stated, opening my eyes and looking up at him. His eyes were closed but opened as he felt my movment.
"Well my Mother was a cold hearted bitch, to all of us, except me." He said with a smile on his face.
"She was mean to everyone, but I was most like her. She didnt really like me, but she cared for me more then she did the others. When she noticed my father keeping me out of things she'd yell at him. She was a very loud person, very aggressive, abusive if you must. She had done a lot of wrong in her past. In fact she was also the only one that didnt help lock me in this hell hole." He said, it sounded like he didnt care what he said. Either it was me, or the fact he didnt care.
"Oh wow." I paused.
"And your dad?" I asked.
"Oh he hated me. Treated all of his other kids like saints and me like an... well like an abomination. He was a good person others said. But I never saw it, and unfortunately he was the only one I never got to kill. And I dont know if it was because I wanted to show him what I had done to make him angry, or if it was because I just couldn't let the man who hated me with all of his heart die. But I doubt that because he sent me away before I ever got the chance to test those theories." That seemed like it made him more upset, I could feel his breath get unsteady. And right then and there I felt bad.
"So I know what happened with your family and I know a little bit about them, but how were they as people? Who were they and what were their names? What did they enjoy doing? Stuff like that, if you dont mind me asking or you thinking about them."
I inhaled heavily. "No its uhh.. it's fine. My dad was a pretty happy man in general. His name was James Lynette. And he was the perfect father. He loved iced skating and snow. Anything to do with the cold he wanted to do. I was the only child so we always did stuff together and we did things often because it didnt cost a lot." I paused, getting emotional again. "That was, until he killed himself. To this day I still think it was my fault, he was always so happy. And with a few friends that Bonnie and them dont know, I learned that the happiest people have the most pain to deal with. They helped me through it, and they all still mean a lot to me, they probably now think that I abandoned them." A tear fell from my face and onto his skin, he felt it and I knew he would, but I didnt care. He held me tighter.
"And my mom was a very forgiving person. And until my father left us, she was a very sweet and caring person. She got mad easily but once you knew how to make her happy she had no flaws. She got loud, at times.. and sometimes when her and father got upset at each other she got physical, but he knew that she didnt mean it and they always made up. And the funny thing is that she is a vampire and has been for years." I paused again, taking a deep breath.
"But they always made up, and she was never in her right mind whenever she hit him." I took another deep breath.
"Its actually quite funny because she loved summer. She loved the ice cream, the beach, the amusement parks and watching us kids go out and play. Out of the two of them she was more relaxed, whenever I wanted to go out with people, she didnt care. She wanted to see me happy. Which is why when dad died, I didn't think she'd leave me. But she did, and the thing that sucks is that all year round I think about them and the things we all did as a family together. Because when dads favorite season left, moms season was right around the corner."
"They seem like amazing people, Carter. And they made you an amazing person, no matter the sorrow they put you through at times." He said and then kissed my forehead.
"What was her name?"
"Lexi Branson."