Bumps In The Road / Paul Lahote

50. Letters To Me

Chapter 50

Kira's POV

The steam from the scrambled eggs rose and the scent of bacon filled my nostrils. The smell was making me hungrier, but I was waiting for my French toast to finish cooking-which apparently it was almost done. Rick sat down and placed a plate of French toast in front of me.

"Boun appetito" Rick smiled, leaning back in his chair. I looked over my plate unsure of where to start, then look back up at him. I frown wondering why he isn't eating and then remember that vampires don't eat human food.

"It looks so good," I smiled, "So this girl..." I trailed and wiggled my brows, as I started cutting into my bacon and taking a piece if French toast from the pile.

"Her name is Monique or Nicky as she introduces herself, she prefers it over Monique-but I call her Monique" he told me.

"You really like this girl". The way he spoke about Monique was in a way an imprint might speak of his imprintee.

"I do. I went to Denali and stayed with the vampires for about a month or two, then left. Don't get me wrong, they were nice and I really liked staying there, but I was getting bored and a little lonely. They helped me to control my thirst and said I picked it up very, very quickly. I think I was so desperate to get out of there though; I was motivated to learn it quicker so I could leave. When I left Denali I went to a few places around America before realising that I couldn't explore the city during the day, because I bloody sparkle" he explained with a sigh at the end, clearly frustrated by this condition. I looked down at his hand and saw his skin wasn't as pale as the Cullen's were, if anything it was a few subtle shades darker.

"So did you only move around at night?" I asked taking a bite out of the French toast and sighed contently.

"Yes I had to. I moved to Chicago because the weather around November is usually colder. There I met Monique". A smile made its way to his lips as the memory must have replayed in his head.

"How did you two meet?" I asked eating a slice of bacon.

"It was a cold night and it was lightly raining. I had gone out that day to eat-animals and animals only- and I had gone back to Chicago because I had a motel room. As I was walking through the streets this particular night, I heard a women crying and with my sensitive hearing I heard her struggling as well. I found the alley way she was in and saw three thugs attacking this fragile looking girl. Of cause I felt bad for her, so I walked in and they attacked me as well. I broke the first guys jaw and leg, seven ribs of the second guy and the third guy I nearly broke his neck" he sneered and took a sip of water. I gasped.

"Nearly? So you didn't break his neck?" I asked. He shook his head.

"I heard her heart beat and it was beating so hard I was convinced she would have a heart attack. So I knocked the guy out with a punch and went to help her. She was scared, but thankful. She hugged me. I mean I was a stranger to her and I could have been another thug, but she hugged me" he said with a smile.

"I never thought I'd see the jock go soft for a girl" I raised my brows. A certain sadness and pain filled his gut.

"Well, I'm not really a jock anymore" he muttered. I looked down at my plate.

"Sorry, I-uh sort of forgot" I apologised. He shrugged.

"It's ok. I have learned to accept what I am now," he assured me, "but to be honest I am still finding it strange to grasp the concept of being a supernatural being".

"Does she know?" I asked taking a sip of my water. He shook his head.

"Not yet, but I can tell she is getting suspicious. So I will have to tell her soon," he said with a sigh, "someone's here". There was suddenly a knock at the door startling me. Rick smirked and stood up from the table. I stood up as well.