Stalked (complete)

6

As three o'clock rolled around my anxiety skyrocketed. Was I making the right decision not going to work? I was making a mistake...I think.

Dammit! Why did I have to feel so loyal to a company that did nothing for me? I knew the problem was that I had been left alone too long today. I had time to think and that was an issue. I knew Micah was busy and I wasn't going to disturb him but I was bored and anxious. There had to be something to do to take my mind off the fact that I wasn't going to work.

I sighed and left my room, finally able to find my way around the impossibly large mansion. I was still convinced it was a castle but Micah insisted otherwise. He claimed it was nowhere near the size of a castle. He should know since he was raised in one. He said something about wanting to lay low in this "house" because he was tired of his castle. I couldn't help the look on my face when he explained that one. Well, I guess I could have controlled it but there was no way I was going to. It was just so ridiculous that he thought this place was anything less than regal.

I wandered around downstairs aimlessly looking at every detail in false interest. I should have probably knocked out some homework but I couldn't concentrate on that either. I was jittery and needed something that would make me refocus.

I decided to take a walk outside since there was clearly no one here that would talk to me. Geez, I needed some friends. Now that I wasn't going to be working, I figured I would rarely see my friends. I only ever saw them at work since I didn't go out at all. It was a little sad realizing how much time I had wasted not enjoying the little things in life.

The grounds of Micah's property were exquisite; every tree, every blade of grass, was perfectly placed to create a modern Eden. I could live out here! The gardens were just as regal and extravagant as the house and in some ways, perhaps more so.

To be alone with my thoughts for so long even through an oasis such as this was not a good idea. What if I just sat and watched him work for a bit? Surely he wouldn't mind that. It wasn't like I would demand his attention; I just didn't want to be alone.

I rounded the Olympic size pool and headed inside. I was certain there wasn't only one way in and out but I couldn't find another so until further notice I would just use the kitchen exit. I made my way through the high end kitchen that was totally unnecessary for him since he didn't eat food. I couldn't understand the need but, to each his own I guess.

Crossing the deep, dark, hardwoods to the halls behind the stairs, I instantly felt the air thicken. It was as if a huge tension cloud settled in the area surrounding Micah's office which made me just a little nervous. What could possibly have him so worked up that this insane energy could be pouring from him and felt down the hall? I started to second guess my decision to visit him and headed for the stairs instead. That was my cue to start my homework since I had put it off long enough.

I hurried back to my room in hopes he didn't realize I had been on my way to disturb him. Chances were, with that kind of energy being put off, he didn't want any distractions. I could respect that.





I sat at the desk in my room trying to focus on my final revision of an essay but I kept watching the minutes tick by as three pm drew closer and closer. I tapped my pen to the white desk so quickly the pen started to blur.

I should have at least called. I should call now. I mean, what could they possibly say? It's not like they could force me to come in or keep working there.

I took a deep breath and dialed the familiar number with shaky hands. I dialed straight to my main boss' office since I knew she would give me less grief than one of her subordinate managers.

"This is Claire," she answered the phone.

"Um...hi, Claire it's Emma Kinsey. I was just calling to let you know, I-um, I'm quitting and I won't be showing up today," I muttered.

She stayed quiet for a minute but sighed in clear frustration, "Did something happen, Emma?"

"Not particularly," I said uncomfortably.

"So you just decided to up and quit on us?"

"I'm sorry..."

"Well, you know you can't use us as a reference now, right? Why didn't you just turn in a notice?"

"Again, I'm really sorry. Thanks for all of the opportunities," I offered.

She scoffed, "Yeah."

And she hung up.

Well that was easy and I felt better. At least they wouldn't be left wondering whether or not I would show up or if something happened to me. Something had definitely happened to me but it wasn't bad by any means.

Naturally, my mind traveled to Micah. I wondered if he was okay. I really should have checked on him just to make sure he was okay.

As I got up to head downstairs again there was a light knock on my door; I pulled it open to reveal a rather frustrated looking Micah. His stylishly messy chocolate brown hair looked as if he ran his hand through it repeatedly and the sleeves of his pale blue dress shirt had been rolled to his elbows revealing his muscular forearms.

"Hey," I said with a light smile.

He forced a small smile, "What are you up to?"

I shrugged, "Nothing really. Just revising an essay. I was about to come see you, actually."

"I figured. What stopped you earlier?"

How to say it without sounding insane or like a total creep?

"Seemed like the wrong time."

He nodded once, "I apologize for letting my temper get away from me."

I smiled lightly, "It doesn't bother me. What happened? If you don't mind me asking," I added quickly.

"I don't mind, Emma. This is your title too," he reminded.

I moved to the side to let him in and closed the door behind him. Habit.

We sat on the white love seat not nearly as close as I wanted. I wanted to be so much closer to him but for whatever reason he respected boundaries.

"Remember how I told you I was on the brink of a preternatural war?"

I nodded waiting for him to go on.

"That war just broke out."

"How?"

"The witches made a preemptive attack on the werewolves. They were convinced the weres were going to strike so the witches decided to hit first taking out the beta."

"Beta..." I mused, "Second in command?"

"Exactly. Usually the werewolves are our allies but they think we were behind the strike to knock them out of power so..." He trailed off.

"So now you have no allies and world war three on your hands," I finished.

"That sums it up," he said clearly irritated.

"What's the plan?"

He looked slightly surprised at me, "My first move is to turn you so you are at less risk."

I laughed, "I'm pretty sure I shouldn't be your first priority in this situation."

"I don't think you understand, Emma. Without you, none of this would matter. I would abdicate my throne and disappear."

"I would never want you to do that," I retorted.

"Whether you want it or not that's what would happen. The same would happen to you if the roles were reversed. One cannot function without one's mate."

"You've been fine without me," I pointed out.

"I've been fine because we are not bonded. Once that happens, we will not be able to live a full life without the other."

I bit my lip. Well that was a bit more than I bargained for.

"So if anything happened to me you would basically become a shell of a person?"

"Correct."

"I don't want that to happen to you," I said quietly.

"I don't want it to happen either which is why you need to be turned," he said as he gently took one of my hands in his.

I couldn't believe how amazing it felt to simply hold his hand! This was ridiculous; I couldn't imagine feeling any more addicted to him but a part of me knew it was inevitable.

"I just...I'm not ready to give up humanity just yet..."

"What's holding you back, love?"

"I'm afraid," I said so quietly I wasn't sure he heard me. I never, ever admitted fear but for reasons unknown to me, I felt I could confide in him.

He wrapped his muscular arm around me and pulled me into his side. My legs fell over his successfully molding our bodies together. I never knew I could fit so perfectly next to a person but I certainly fit perfectly with Micah.

"I won't lie to you...it will be very painful for a very long time but when you finish, you won't regret it. You will never age physically, you will be stronger, faster, more aware, and I won't have to be so gentle with you all the time," he said with a light laugh.

"I know...I just...I don't know how different I will feel and there are so many things I wanted to do human."

"Like what?" He asked as he played with one of my blonde curls.

"I don't know," I muttered.

"You will still be you, love."

"What if you don't like me in the long run?"

"Impossible," he said confidently.

"How can you be so sure?"

"How can you not be sure?" He countered.

He had a point. I had accepted everything else he told me and now I was just stalling out of fear. There was one thing I wanted to do before I was turned but I wasn't going to tell him that. I was never good with expressing my wants which was a bit of a debilitating trait.

"What if you're wrong? What if I don't belong with you?"

"Do you think I'm wrong?"

"No..."

He smiled gently, "Neither do I. Look, Em, I get that you're afraid but trust me."

When I finally met his emerald eyes I realized I was much closer than I initially thought. His all too alluring cologne caused me to lean in closer. His eyes fell to my lips for a moment before meeting my eyes again; an overwhelming urge to kiss him took over as I felt my heart beat faster. I knew he could hear the way my heart raced at our closeness but I wondered if he would react.

"I know for a fact I did not make a mistake, Emma," he whispered with that familiar smirk.

His hand slipped under my hair, pulling me closer. One deep breath and our lips would meet but he didn't move an inch. In all fairness, I had told him to take it slow but I didn't want to take it slow anymore. I wanted him before he turned me. I couldn't explain my want to be human our first time but it was what I wanted.

"All you have to do is tell me what you want," his voice was so seductive, I couldn't think straight.

I couldn't take any more of this. I pressed my lips to his hesitantly, unsure if he would want me to. His immediate response was gripping, intense, passion. His lips moved with mine, taking full control. I needed to be closer; I straddled his lap, running my fingers through his unbelievably soft hair. He pressed me closer by the small of my back as his other hand tangled in my hair. I felt my stomach flutter in anticipation of what was yet to come.

His hands slipped under my shirt to grip my newly small waist; the rush I felt when he touched my bare skin was unreal! He buried his face in my neck as my head lolled to the side allowing him more access.

"Are you ready," he asked in an unbelievably sexy and husky voice.

"I want to be with you first," I mumbled.

As soon as the words left my mouth I instantly sobered up. My eyes widened in disbelief and he froze.

"What did you say?" He asked, shocked.

"I-uhm...I meant..."

"Say it," he prompted gently but I could hear an undertone that wasn't quite recognizable. I could only describe it as pure power.

I bit my lip. His thumb traced my jaw line as he smirked, "You have no idea how sexy that is, do you?"

I felt my cheeks tinge a light pink at his comment.

"Micah," I drew his name out as I placed a hand on his well defined chest.

"Tell me what you want, Emma."

"I want you...before you turn me," I said barely audible.

Within a fraction of a second he hovered above me on the bed. My mind couldn't even process how fast we just moved.

"If that's what you want, who am I to deny you," he said still smirking.

"You're what I want," I said with confidence.

He kissed along my collarbone causing me to moan lightly. I snapped my mouth shut, unable to understand why I was acting so sexually confident. I had never really been one for noise or expressing pleasure but something about Micah drew my inner temptress to the surface.

I gave in to my seductive side and let my body act on its own accord. My hands found the buttons down his shirt; I trailed my fingers over his built shoulders suddenly feeling too hot. I wanted my clothes off. I arched my back to pull my shirt off when Micah's hands finished the job for me.

His skin felt so good against mine; not at all cold but it countered my warm, bare torso nicely. His expert hands moved to the button on my jeans and slipped them away from me only breaking our lips for a moment. I suddenly realized I was almost completely naked under him and my nerves got the better of me. I had always kept at least a camisole on which to some may seem odd but I was self conscious. I couldn't help but feel uncomfortable this exposed but I also couldn't help but gaze at his utter perfection. Every inch of him was sculpted like a Greek god.

"You're so beautiful," he said as his fingertips traced my collarbone, trailing the soft lines of my breast.

"Micah," I said quietly looking away.

"What's wrong?" He asked gently.

I didn't know how to say it without seeming like a child but in all honesty, I had only ever been with Daniel in any sexual manner.

"I just..."

"I love you, Emma. You are absolutely perfect."

I was shocked his confident confession but I was elated at the same time.

"You love me?"

"Yes. It's fine that you don't feel it as strongly yet but just know that I will always love you and you will always be perfect."

At the rest of his confession, I gripped the back of his neck and pulled him back to my lips with all self doubting vanished. He did not hesitate to discard what was left of my underwear as I pushed his rather expensive looking dress slacks down. Of course being as short as I am, I couldn't get them all the way off which irritated me but he seemed to pick up on my cue and discard them.

He did not ignore a single inch of my body as he caressed me with the greatest care possible. He was gentle yet confident, completely sure of every move he made. He ensured I was well taken care of before ever letting me take care of him. He was exactly what I looked for in a man and a lover. Micah was utter perfection at its finest and I knew, without a doubt, he and I would be forever.

I curled into his body, running my fingers over the bare contours of his sculpted chest as his muscular arm drew my waist closer.

"Are you ready now, Em?" He asked as he brushed a piece of blonde hair over my shoulder, giving me goosebumps in the process.

I nodded, "I'm afraid," I said reluctantly.

"Don't be afraid, love. Just know this is the only time I will ever put you in pain," he said cautiously.

"Let me get dressed first," I said as I moved to get up. His hold on my waist tightened.

"Don't bother. Anything you wear will be destroyed. Besides, I like you this way," he said. I could hear the mix of humor and lust in his voice. Knowing that I had such a strong hold on his sex drive was exhilarating.

I took a deep breath and came eye level with his amazing emerald eyes.

"Ok...Don't leave me," I asked.

He smiled gently and leaned in to kiss me lightly, "Never."

He moved so he was slightly above me, pushed my hair over my shoulder, and ran his nose over my main vein. My heart hammered in my chest waiting for him to act. He pressed a kiss over his intended target before sinking fangs into my neck.