Chapter 312 Where to go?

Chapter 312 Where to go?　　Melanie blinked, her heart skipping beats while Simon stared at her with his serious gaze. Gone was the pranking demon, to be replaced by a more passionate looking man, where his gaze was fixed on her. 

Simon caressed her cheek, "There's no pressure if you don't want to. We can continue sitting here—"

"No," whispered Melanie, as the ferris wheel cabin continued to move, completing another round, while she felt the butterflies in her stomach increase. 

"Then let us get down once we reach below," stated Simon, and he leaned forward, pressing his lips on hers. 

Once they reached below, the ferris wheel stopped, and Simon pushed the door open before helping her out of there, making her feel as if she was a lady from the time where Simon belonged. His hand was firm on hers, and he pulled her away from there, without a word or a whisper to the other couple who were enjoying their time by themselves. 

When Melanie and Simon stepped out through the entrance gate of the amusement park, walking towards the parked motorcycle, she asked him, 

"Are we going back to Veteris?" 

Her eyes looked at him in curiosity, and Simon, who just sat on the motorcycle, placed his hands on the handles before looking at her. "Is that where you prefer to go?" he asked her, tilting his head in question. 

Melanie was filled with anxiousness and nervousness in her body and mind. She had been riled by Simon's kisses on the ferris wheel and now that they were going to do it, it made her fidgety. Not to mention, going to Veteris, and in Simon's dorm room… she wasn't sure how many vampires would hear them. Just the thought alone had her cheeks burn brightly. 

"I am not taking you there. I wouldn't take you to a place where there are others," Simon answered her unsaid thoughts, and this had Melanie look at him with surprise in her black eyes. 

"No?" asked Melanie, and Simon slowly shook his head to a no. 

"No. I think a lady's first time should be far more special, especially when that you cherish and love. To be treated rightly. Don't you agree, Ms. Davis?" questioned Simon, and Melanie pursed her lips. 

"You don't have to address me as Ms. Davis. Mel is fine," replied Melanie, and Simon chuckled. 

"Is that so?" said Simon, and he gave his hand for her to take before having her guide to come sit behind him on the motorcycle. "I have a better place on my mind. Something that you might find nicer." 

"A motel?" asked Melanie, and she placed her hands on his shoulders. 

She heard and felt Simon start the motorcycle, and to her question, he replied, "Better than a motel," and they rode away from the amusement park. 

When they reached the place, where Melanie had believed would be a possible motel, much fancier, she noticed a moderate sized building that stood in front of them. Her eyes took in the area, and she then said, "This is an apartment." 

"Indeed it is," replied Simon, and a security guard appeared to bow at Simon. 

"Mr. Wallace," greeted the security guard. 

"Good evening, Jamie," Simon greeted the man back before handing his motorcycle keys to the person. He then turned to Melanie and said, "Come on in." 

While they made their way through the doors and came to stand in front of the lift, Melanie asked him, "I would have never guessed that you had a place to live apart from Veteris." 

Simon grinned at her words, "Did you think I had made Veteris my home? It is home only until my friends are there. You must already know that I do not hold many special memories there." 

And as cheerful his voice sounded, Melanie tried to look beyond it. Staring into his eyes, "When did you get this place?" she inquired. 

"Less than a few months after we were woken up from our coffins," replied Simon, and he stared at the number that turned zero before it opened for them. They stepped inside, and the doors of the lift closed. "The massacre that took place in Veteris more than a decade ago, it didn't give many of us time to grieve for our families or the shock to sink in. And being a vampire, your emotions often run very high, everything is doubled or tripled, and it is why the vampires attend classes. To control those raging emotions, and behave normal," he explained to her. 

"But you didn't grieve..." remarked Melanie because from what she knew about Simon, he wasn't fond of his family members. 

"I didn't," smiled Simon, the expression on his face peaceful. "But it did take some sinking that I killed them all. Sometimes you wonder if things would ever change, if they had lived. Maybe a change of heart… It isn't everyday you get to kill your entire family who mentally tried to break you."

When the lift dinged, the doors opened, and Simon said, "We are here," and he stepped outside. Melanie followed him quietly. 

Her thoughts from the arousal had not changed to one of sympathy. For the boy who had been hurting, she wondered if Simon had found closure after killing his family.

The lights in the corridor were dim, reflecting from the clean and pristine looking floor. Though as modest as the place appeared from the outside, it wasn't the same from the inside. She watched Simon come and stand in front of the door, unlocking it, he pushed the door open. 

"After you," said Simon, watching Melanie look at him. She then stepped inside, and Simon followed her before closing the door behind them. "It isn't much, as I don't actually hang around often, but it has minimal things that get through any day. Not to mention, the fridge is always stocked with fresh food." 

"The security guard was a vampire?" 

"Mhm," nodded Simon, and he dropped the keys on the table. "Is there something you would like to drink?" he asked her. 

"Maybe some water," replied Melanie because she wondered if a vampire would have any orange juice here. But then, knowing this was Simon, anything was possible. 

When she drank the water to soothe her parched self, she handed the glass to Simon. On turning back, Melanie stepped forward and wrapped her arms around him. 

"I was hoping to find a shy Melanie, but you seemed to be a bold woman, darling," Simon teased her, wrapping his own arms around her waist. "Is something bothering you? If you have changed your mind, we don't have to proceed with it, or maybe I can change your mind. I am very good at that." 

But Melanie didn't speak for a few seconds until she said, "My heart hurts for you, Simon. For the things you had to go through..." 

The teasing smile on Simon's lips lowered, and he placed his chin on the top of her head, "It is something that happened in the past, and I do not regret or curse it anymore. Because I am the way, I am because of those things."

"Do you recollect the memories?" Melanie's words came as a whisper, and when Simon didn't reply to her immediately, she pulled away from his chest and raised her chin. 

The expression on Simon's face was one of tranquility, and he touched her cheek before it slid down her neck. "Only on rare occasions. As much as you want, even if you forget the memories, the feelings linger or appear when you do not expect it. It isn't something that I cannot handle." 

"If you ever need to... you can always share it with me. I am a good listener," said Melanie, wanting to be there for him. Though Simon didn't tell it in words, she could only imagine that he felt he was unwanted, and uncared for, someone his family made him believe that pain was only he was allowed to receive and not the tenderness or love one was supposed to experience. 

"I will remember that next time it happens," smiled Simon, his other hand sliding from her shoulder and to her back before it went to settle on the curve of her bottom. "Do you know what I want right now?"

A gasp escaped from Melanie's lips when Simon squeezed one of her bottom cheek that sent a jolt right between her legs. Her heart sped with the way his green eyes had turned slightly darker from its usual bright colour. 

"I would like to be the listener... to hear every cry and gasp, moan and sighs that will tumble from your lips," if Simon's actions and earlier words didn't seduce her, it did now. He pulled her close and kissed her on her lips. 

Melanie let herself be devoured by Simon for a few seconds before she tried to take reigns to kiss him, to cherish and love him back just as he deserved to be. 

They both battled each other with their lips and tongue, not staying in one spot as they had started to move towards the room while trying to discard each other's clothes on their way. The first one to come off from Melanie was her blouse, and she felt cool air hit her chest. 

The nervousness that she had earlier appeared had now disappeared. She wanted to make Simon as happy and loved as she felt from him. She felt him nip her lip, and she sent a quiet glare when she noticed the smile on his lips. When they kissed back, she sucked his bottom lips hard, and she bit into it, but not enough to draw blood from it. 

She pushed his shirt upwards, and Simon helped her in pulling it off completely from his body, and it fell to the ground.