Ain't No Rest For The Wicked

cameron-burrows:

derek-pierce:

He laughs lightly, smiling at her. “There really isn’t.”

She grins and stands up, walking over to her dresser, “I’m bored Derek.” She said, pulling her shirt over her head, and pulled out a new on, “So you’re going to take me some where.” She said once she had her new shirt on and turned around, smiling. “Pretty please?”

“And where is I I’m taking you?” he asks, chuckling as she pulled him up.

tara-hardy:

derek-pierce:

“I’m sorry,” he whispers, holding her close and pressing kisses to her face, not knowing what else to do.

“You can’t do that to me,” she whispers, tears streaming down her cheeks as she tilts his chin down to kiss her.

He kisses her gently, resting his forehead on hers. “I never wanted to hurt you,” he whispers, kissing her again.

Is this you asking me to go on Emmet?

Perhaps..

He laughs lightly, smiling at her. “There really isn’t.”

“I’m sorry,” he whispers, holding her close and pressing kisses to her face, not knowing what else to do.

cameron-burrows:

derek-pierce:

He smiles slightly, shaking his head. “You’re too nice sometimes, you know that?”

She smiles shrugging, “I like being nice, and i hate being mean. Even to vampires.” She said laughing a little.

He laughs, kissing her forehead. “There aren’t many people like you around anymore.”

“I know,” he says softly, daring to wipe at her tears. “And I hate myself for doing that to you,” he says honestly, moving a bit closer to her. “You have every right to hate me.”

He smiles slightly, shaking his head. “You’re too nice sometimes, you know that?”

cameron-burrows:

derek-pierce:

“I look like a monster,” he murmurs softly, lost in thought before he snaps out of it, shaking his head and flipping the page.

She frowns, seeing how he seemed sad, biting her lip as he turned through the pages, “You’re not a monster though…so it doesn’t matter.” She says, giving him a smile as he looks up at her.

“I drink human blood,” he says, looking over at her. “I’ve killed people before.”

He sighs, sitting beside her, making sure not to be too close. He bites his lip, not knowing what to say.

“I look like a monster,” he murmurs softly, lost in thought before he snaps out of it, shaking his head and flipping the page.

“I don’t know,” he murmurs, looking down. He couldn’t promise that it wouldn’t happen again. “I don’t want you to be afraid of me either Tara but I just, fuck I don’t know.

cameron-burrows:

derek-pierce:

“Wow,” he says, looking over at her. “Cameron, these are really good. They’re amazing,” he says as he looks back down at the sketches.

She smiles, “Thank you.” she said, then laughed as he found the one of him, “I did this the other night after i had that dream.” She said, shrugging.

“The nightmare?” he asks and she nods. He looks down at the drawing, seeing his face after it’s changed. His eyes were dark, the veins below them and his teeth bared. “Do I really look like that?” he questions, looking over at her.

“Tara, you’ve got a heavily beating heart and I’m a vampire.” he says, leaning back on the wall. “There’s risks to being with and I’m sorry that I bit you, I truly am. But I can’t take it back.”

“Wow,” he says, looking over at her. “Cameron, these are really good. They’re amazing,” he says as he looks back down at the sketches.