3: Donor House: Nick: Waiting for Alice

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Time was moving slowly, because Nick was impatiently waiting for Alice to return home, but it was also moving faster than he wanted it to. Sunrise was getting closer and he was worried. Ever since they’d woken up to find Blake gone, the only thing remaining of his being a letter telling them why he’d left, she’d been different, and there was nothing Nick could do or say to make her feel better. He’d told her when they first changed Blake that it was going to be a harder transition for him that it had been for her and Nick understood why Blake had left. Alice felt like it was her fault, because that was simply the way she worked, so Nick couldn’t help thinking there might be a day when she didn’t come home.

Fortunately, just as Nick checked his watch again, Alice stumbled through the front door, looking as though she was about to fall over at any moment. “How much have you had to drink?” he asked, wrapping an arm around her in an attempt to keep her upright.

“Not enough,” she replied, pulling out of Nick’s grasp and heading towards the drinks cabinet.

“I don’t think so.” Once again Nick wrapped an arm around her, this time slightly more roughly, as he pulled her away from the cabinet. “Drinking isn’t going to make you feel better.”

Growling, Alice turned to look at Nick. “You can’t stop me.” She ran a hand through her hair, making it look even more of a mess than it had before. “I’m legally old enough to drink, so if that’s what I want to do then that’s what I’m going to do.”

“Blake will come back.”

Alice laughed bitterly. “I made the wrong decision then, Nick. I should have walked away.” A tear trickled down her cheek and she scrubbed it away. “He was never going to be a good vampire.”

Nick shook his head. “You gave him a choice that no one else would have and that’s something you should be proud of. He will come back, when he’s had time to get used to being a vampire, because he owes you a debt of gratitude.” He smiled. “The same way I do.”

“Sometimes I wonder if things would have been easier for both of us if I’d just let them kill you the way they wanted to.” Alice’s face softened. “Saving my life that night might have been the biggest mistake you ever made, Nicholas.”

“If I had to go back and live all over again I would have made the same choice, because it wasn’t a mistake.” Nick kissed Alice’s forehead. “Although I might have made different decisions after that.”

“Do you love me?”

The question was one Alice had asked long before he’d had to change her and Nick hadn’t had an answer for her. “Is there any right answer to that question?”

In a movement that surprised Nick, because he didn’t think it was something Alice would have been able to do in her drunken state, she stood on tiptoes and kissed him. “If you answer honestly then I’ll be happy.”

Mirrored from K. A. Jones Writing.

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>>“How much have you had to drink?”<<

You might want to specify alcohol there. My first thought was that she might be unwell from not having enough blood.

Ouchy story all around, but very good. I'd enjoy seeing more of this.

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Ditto here.