Chapter 9

Hi guys. Um, I am so sorry for the late update. I've been going through quite a difficult and sad time with my family. And this is all I've got for now.

Nicholas' lips touched mine and I felt like I was in pure ecstasy. I then opened my lips so that his tongue could touch mine. The kiss was at first very, very passionate. But then Nicholas deepened the kiss into a sexier, hotter, and hungry fire. Oh shit. I moan quietly as his tongue deepens into my mouth. Holy shit, this feels good. I might be a Moon Princess or a vampire hunter but shit, if I was standing up, I would've fallen due to my now fragile knees. His hands were on my back as they travelled downwards towards my butt. He pulled me towards him, tightly. I honestly think that if I were a normal human being, he would've crushed my bones.

I wrapped my arms around his neck as he squeezed my butt and lifted me up. My legs immediately enclosed around his hips. Nicholas tightened his hold on me. I pulled away and began to pant. My hands were now tangled in his hair. I couldn't help but whimper. I am such a pussy I thought as I tear ran down my cheek. Nicholas kissed it away as we held onto each other.

"I'm so sorry." I blurted out.

He looked at me, slightly confused. But then his face lit up as if he had just realized. "Solange told you." He said.

I nodded as I sniffed. "I wouldn't have left if I knew I was going to hurt you so badly."

"Oh babe…" he shook his head as he pressed his lips to mine. Two more tears ran down my cheek, so I pulled away. He sighed as he noticed that I was now crying. "It wasn't you're fault, Lucy. I was at a low point. And…what's done is done. If I could take it back, I would." Anger suddenly hit me. Guilt and sadness came only moments later.

I grimaced. "It is my fault, Nicholas," I said, trying to keep my anger under control. But thunder was heard in the skies. My grandmother is always in full control of what happens with the weather but if my mom and I dig deep, we can for small moments control it ourselves. However, if we really want to, manipulating the weather becomes us.

Nicholas glanced outside as lightening began to show. My eyes were still on him as he looked back at me. He frowned as he put me down and walked over to his bed. Sighing, he laid down on his bed. My eyes glanced down to chest. I couldn't help but stare at his beauty. He looked so hot in black jeans. I heard him softly chuckle. I knew he had caught me staring but eh, what's a girl to do?

I walked to his bed and sat on the side of it. Nicholas, wordlessly, picked up my hand and brought it to his mouth where he kissed it.

"That's very distracting, Nicholas." I said, quietly.

He chuckled as he kissed it again.

"Why'd you do it, Nicholas?" I asked softly as I pulled my hand away. I looked down.

He let out a long sigh. "When you left, I thought I could get over you by doing what…Quinn did."

"Who was a one night stand man? Mmm-hmm," I said.

He began to laugh. "Yeah, unfortunately,"

I couldn't help but let out a few giggles. But then I knew had to complete this conversation. No matter how much I hated it. "What happened?" I asked him as we stopped laughing.

"It didn't help…but it did have its moments," he smirked.

I rolled my eyes and got up. I crossed my arms over my chest and went by his door where I leaned on it. "Imaging you sleeping with other girls just makes me quite angry," I said quietly, looking at my bare feet.

"Yeah, well, the feeling's mutual baby," I heard him reply, in a low and awfully sexier voice. His voice is a turn on. Damn my hormones.

I sighed, still looking at my feet. "What triggered your thirst for human blood?"

"It was nothing. Only the sadness," He said.

I looked straight at him and grimaced. He was telling the truth. "It was the sadness of my departure."

He didn't answer as I just stared at him. But on his face I could see sadness, regret, guilt, and anger, and it was all because of me. Human beings lost their lives because of me. I hadn't realized I tears were leaving my eyes until Nicholas wrapped his still bare and cold arms around me.

I sniffled as mine wrapped around his. I was sobbing by now. I couldn't handle this guilt.

" Shh," Nicholas murmured, softly as he kissed my forehead. We were on his bed now with me on his lap and only one of my arms around his neck. Both of his were still wrapped around me. "I knew the second I saw you're face after I told you it all that you would do this." He said. "I knew you would blame yourself for my mistakes. And this is exactly why I made everyone promise not to bring up the past because it would just hurt both of us."

I wanted to stop crying but I couldn't. I wanted to say something but it felt as if my lips were super-glued together. I am so pathetic.

"Lucy, stop," he begged. "Please stop crying. I can't bear to see you so hurt because of me. Please. My mistakes are never your fault."

I found my voice and sniffed. "I can't, Nicholas. I -"

Knock. Knock. Knock. "Nick, have you seen Lucy?" we heard Solange ask through the door.

I rolled my eyes as I wiped away the tears. How long had I been gone? Nicholas sighed as I got up. But his arms wrapped around me again as he pulled me down. He kissed me as if this was going to be our last kiss. I moaned. "Nick," I said, breathlessly as I pulled away.

He smiled as he pushed a strand of my hair behind my ear. He kissed my forehead before I got up. I smiled at him and then my eyes flickered to a photograph of me that was next to his bed, on his night table. It was back when I had short hair. It was long enough to have two, short, French braids. I had my glasses on, a plain blue, track suit jacket on and a white tank underneath. I was eating ice-cream.

"When did you take that?" I asked as I looked at him, still smiling.

"Back when you were cute."

I gasped, pretending that I was offended. "Am I not cute anymore?" I put my hand on my chest, dramatically.

He shook his head. "Nope," And with a smirk, he speedily stood up, grabbed my free hand and yanked me to him where he crushed his lips on mine. I giggled as I wrapped my arms around his neck. So does this mean we're together? I thought, curiously.

More knocking was heard on the door. "Nick, have you or have you not seen her?" Solange yelled.

We pulled away and Nicholas whispered in my ear, "You're not cute anymore. You're beautiful and," he dipped his head into the nape of my neck where he kissed it. "Sexy."

I giggled. "So…" I said, looking at his chest. "Are we…" I began to draw circles on his chest.

"Together?" Nicholas interrupted.

I nodded, glancing back at him. He smiled. "If you're okay with it," he replied, quietly, almost shyly.

"Kiss me once more and then I'll decide," I said, smirking.

He laughed as he kissed me, more passionately than the past ones he had just given to me.

When we let go, I nodded. "I think I can do my magic and be with you." I smiled at him. "That just means no more sluts,"

He snorted. "As long as you follow, I'll follow."

I let out a sigh. "Done," I said, simply. "Totally done." We kissed again.

I heard the door open so I pulled back. And when I did, I found Solange and the girls with very shocked faces, standing by the door. Oh shit. I've got a lot to explain.

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NOTE: FORGOTTEN MEMORY COMES WITH STOLEN PASSION - I will try and update that story very soon as well so please guys, don't give up on the story. Like I said in the beginning, I'm going through a really bad time. So please bare with me, you guys :) Thanks, x.