Stitches

--------So I’m going to try and provide some insight in this chapter. It’s going to switch POV, so be prepared. Reviews would be nice thanks! Sweet Dreams----

Disclaimer: Don’t own anything except Camilla…as usual.

“What’s the matter,” David asked me? We were in his room, lying on his bed. For once David wasn’t so antsy to get to the boardwalk.

“Nothing,” I replied sweetly. “I’m fine,” I insisted. This was a lie. I wasn’t fine. This thing with Marko was tearing me apart. I wanted to put an end to it, but somehow I think I’d feel even worse.

“Are you sure,” he asked? “You’ve been acting strangely the last few weeks,” he said. He was right. I had been acting strangely the last few weeks. I was always lost in thought, not my usual chatty self, and David had noticed. He notices everything. Correction. He notices almost everything.

“I’ve just been tired is all,” I told him. “Not sleeping so well,” I added.

“I know,” he said. “Is there anything I can do,” he asked?

“No David, I’m fine,” I answered. “There’s nothing to worry about. You worry too much.”

“Well someone has to,” he said. I shrugged in reply.

“I’m going to see if the boys are up yet,” I told him. “I’m hungry,” I said.

“You’re always hungry,” he smiled.

“I know. I can’t help it,” I replied, getting up out of bed. I headed for the door, but David called me back.

“Where do you think you’re going,” he asked?

“I just told you. I’m going to see if the boys are up,” I exasperated.

“Not in that you’re not,” he said. I was wearing another one of Paul’s old shirts and a pair of flannel shorts. sometimes Marko’s clothes found their way into my wardrobe as well, but that was before we started…what ever it is we started. I couldn’t wear Marko’s shirts while sleeping next to David.

“What’s wrong with I’m wearing,” I asked?

“You’re ass is practically hanging out of those shorts. It’s fine to wear around me, but I don’t need the others staring at you. Especially Paul,” he added. Little did he know Paul wasn’t the one he should be worrying about. “And why do you always wear Paul’s shirts anyway,” he asked?

“I don’t know. They’re comfortable. I would wear something of yours, but your clothes aren’t comfy,” I told him.

“Whatever. Just put some pants on,” he ordered. “And socks. That’s why you’re always cold,” he said. I simply rolled my eyes, but went to change into a pair of jeans.

“There,” I said after changing. “Does this meet your approval,” I asked sarcastically?

“Better,” he said.

“Okay. I’ll be right back,” I said, kissing him quickly on the lips.

“Alright,” he said.

I walked out of David’s room down to the main lobby of the cave. Marko and Dwayne were sitting on the couch talking quietly. They stopped as soon as they noticed my presence.

“Well speak of the Devil,” Dwayne said smiling. I hadn’t gotten a chance to talk to Marko about Dwayne yet.

“Don’t stop talking on my account,” I told them.

“Nah, we were done talking anyway,” Marko said quickly. “So what’s up,” he asked?

“Nothing. I’m hungry,” I replied walking over to the couch. I sat down on the coffee table in front of them.

“You’re always hungry,” Marko and Dwayne replied simultaneously.

“Shut up,” I laughed. “I’m a growing girl and I need food,” I told them.

“The shit you eat is more likely to kill you than help you grow chica,” Dwayne said. He was probably right. I had an affinity to anything with grease in it. French fries and cheese steaks from the boardwalk were my favorite.

“Whatever, I’m hungry and want to go to the boardwalk,” I told them. “Or McDonalds. And give me a cigarette,” I added. “Please.”

“Well someone’s very demanding this evening,” Marko teased, pulling a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket. He lit one and handed it to me.

“Thank you,” I said, looking him in the eyes.

“You’re welcome,” he replied, looking right back at me. I could feel my heart beat faster. We hadn’t been together since the incident in David’s bed, which was well over a week ago. I hated the time in between our meetings, but in a way it just made all that much better when finally found opportunities to be together.

“Um, I’ll go get Paul and David,” Dwayne said, giving us an all too knowing look.

“Okay,” I replied. “Tell them to hurry up, I need food,” I yelled at his retreating form. I waited until Dwayne had completely disappeared down the tunnel until I spoke.

“Does he know,” I whispered?

“Um, no. Well yes. I don’t know,” Marko replied quietly. “He has strong suspicions,” he explained. “Really, really strong suspicions,” he added. “We’ll talk about it later,” he whispered.

“Okay,” I replied. “I miss you,” I told him.

“I know Cammie, I miss you too,” he replied. “Not being with you is killing me,” he said. “In the figurative sense,” he added.

“Same here Marko,” I told him. “It can’t go on like this,” I whispered.

“I know. We’ll talk about it later,” he whispered. “They’re coming.” He was right I could hear them walking through the tunnels. David came out first, Paul and Dwayne following.

“Hey Cammie,” Paul greeted me with a huge smile on his face. He must have gotten laid last night.

“Hi Paul,” I said, genuinely smiling. Paul was always good for that. His carefree personality was infectious.

“Hey, that’s my shirt,” he said. “I was looking for that.”

“Well you’re beat now,” I told him, sticking my tongue out at him. He simply shrugged. He was used to me stealing his clothes by now.

“So where we going,” Paul asked? “I heard you were hungry. As usual.”

“Shut up. I don’t care, as long as there’s food,” I said.

“We’ll go to the boardwalk,” David said. He was standing next to me and placed a hand on my shoulder.

“That’s original,” I replied sarcastically.

“I try,” David retorted. “Let’s go,” he ordered.
We all headed towards the exit and to the bikes David holding my hand as we walked. They all mounted their bikes and I dutifully got on David’s, wrapping my arms around his waist. I’ve never gotten to ride with Marko, although I’ve always wanted to. I rested my head on David’s shoulder as we rode into the night and towards the boardwalk.

It reminded me of the first night that I rode on David’s bike. I was so excited by the thrill of it all. I fell in love with David almost the moment I met him, and I didn’t think anything could change that…
- - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - - - - -

It was a month after my eighteenth birthday the day I came to Santa Carla. I was alone and hungry. But I was happy to be away from my home. And I was so excited to be in California. Ever since I was little I wanted to live in California.

I’m from New York. I loved it there too, but I hated my family. My mother was a lush and never around much. My father worked on Wall Street. I had everything you could ever imagine my whole life. I went to the best schools, went on all the greatest vacations, and wore the best clothes. But there was no love or affection in my life. My parent’s were both cold hearted, selfish, and greedy. They valued material possessions and their reputations more than anything else.

I felt smothered. I was expected to attend NYU in the fall, and I had no desire to. I didn’t know what I wanted to do with my life, but I wanted freedom. My life was so structured, so planned out. I wanted to do something spontaneous for once in my life.

I bought a plane ticket the day I graduated from high school. I didn’t tell my parents, and by the time they figured it out, I was already well on my way. I don’t miss them, even now. I very rarely think of them. As far as they’re concerned they don’t have a daughter anymore. If I ever saw them again I would seriously consider letting one of the boys kill them. Not that my parents would stoop so low to come to Santa Carla, anything than the Upper East Side of Manhattan or the Hamptons was slumming it to them.

So here I was, a barely eighteen year old girl, doing the whole, rebel runs away to California to find themselves. Pathetic, but looking back I’m glad I did. I wasn’t broke by any means. My trusty Visa card came along with me. My parents didn’t cancel it until
well after I met the boys, thank god. We definitely had some good times with that little piece of plastic. Thanks mom and dad.

I didn’t know a soul, but I didn’t want to waste my first night in the hotel. I got dressed in one of the nicer hotels in Santa Carla. I pulled my long strawberry blonde hair back into a modest ponytail. I wanted to wear something wild and uncharacteristic of what I usually wore that first night, but I owned nothing like it. I settled for one of my shorter black flare skirts and a white halter top that clung perfectly to my curves. I decided on my flat black Gucci sandals, encrusted with little diamonds on the straps. The outfit was worth more than all the money the boys stole in a year, but it was better than the shit I was normally forced to wear.
I expertly put on some charcoal colored eyeliner and mascara and MAC lip gloss. I looked in the mirror. I took my hair out of the ponytail and just let it be. I was tired of prim and proper hair styles. I didn’t look half bad, and with my makeup darker than usual I liked to think I looked mysterious that first night.
My red Chanel purse in my left hand and a pack of Newports in the other I left and headed to the boardwalk.

The sun was just setting as I made my way on the boardwalk. I walked up and down it a few times, my senses were enthralled. The sounds, the smells, the feel of the ocean breeze, it was an assault on my senses and I was taking it all in bit by bit. I received many cat calls that night, but I ignored them. I decided to take a rest, get something to eat, and smoke a cigarette, a habit I had picked up way before I knew the boys. This was also the night I discovered my love for boardwalk fries.

I sat down on a bench, slowly eating my fries, just people watching. I finished my fries and smoked a cigarette. The people were great to watch, but I was getting ready to call it a night. And then I saw them.
- - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Boy’s POV- Third Person.


David and his boys had just gotten to the boardwalk, a nightly routine for them. They were there a little later this evening due to a fight between Dwayne and Paul. David quickly settled it, but it had delayed them slightly. They hadn’t fed yet and were all hungry and on the prowl.

They sauntered down the boardwalk like they owned it and didn’t have a care in the world. It was mostly true.

David was the first to spot Camilla. “First meal of the night,” David announced to the boys so only they could hear.

“Where,” Marko asked?

“There on the bench, white shirt, black skirt,” he pointed out casually.

“Nice,” Paul said. “Bet she’s got some dough on her too. She looks a little more classy then the regular boardwalk trash,” he observed.

“I think you’re right Paul,” he agreed. “Come on,” he gestured.

The boys approached the girl sitting on the bench. David spoke first. “Hello,” he purred to her. She was particularly good looking and David had always had an affinity for red heads.

“Hello,” she replied coolly.

“My name’s David and these are my friends, Marko, Dwayne, and Paul,” he said gesturing to the boys standing by him.
----- - - -- ------------------- ----------------------------------- --------- - - - -- - - - - - - -
Cammie’s POV

I’m not going to lie and say that I wasn’t shocked when the boys walked up to me. I was in awe, they were all beautiful. But I played it cool. I had dealt with the best looking boys in New York City and really these boys were nothing in comparison. But they had this…presence. They commanded your attention. David introduced himself to me and the rest of them. I was instantly attracted to David.

David with his ice blue eyes, black attire, and platinum blonde hair was gorgeous. He was obviously the leader and reeked of power. It practically radiated off his skin.
----------------------------------- --------------------------------- ----------------------
Boy's POV

“So are you new in town,” David asked? “Haven’t seen you around,” he added.

“Yes, I’m from New York,” she told them.

“You’re a long way from home,” Dwayne commented.

“I know,” she said smiling. A runaway, David thought. Even better. They were always looking for someone to comfort them.

“So what brought you out here,” David asked, taking a cigarette out of his jacket? He began searching for a lighter.

“Here,” the girl said, gracefully tossing a silver lighter at him. It was ornately engraved with intricate designs on it.

“Thanks,” David replied, lighting his cigarette and examining the lighter. It was at that moment David re-evaluated killing this girl. There was something about her.

“You’re welcome. I don’t know what brought me out here,” she answered, also pulling out a Newport. David tossed the lighter back at her with a look of distaste and she caught it seamlessly with one hand. She noticed the look.

“What’s that look for,” she asked?

“Newports will kill you,” he said with an amused smile. Although David was immortal he still wouldn’t smoke a Newport. Fiberglass wasn’t his style.

“So I’ve been told,” she said pulling hard off the cigarette and blowing it David’s general direction. “I’m Camilla by the way,” she introduced herself.

“It’s nice to meet you,” David said smiling. It was surprisingly void of malice. David had taken a liking to this girl.
- - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -- - - --

Cammies POV

I don’t know why David didn’t kill me that night. I still don’t know. I don’t care, I’m just glad he didn’t. From that moment on David and I, along with the boys, were practically inseparable. David would take me on rides with them through the woods and we would walk on the boardwalk and the beach at night.

It never occurred to me that I only saw them at night. I don’t really know how long it took me to figure out what they were. Probably about two months. David and the boys had intentionally been giving me subtle clues and I finally just added things up.

Surprisingly I wasn’t terrified. I accepted what they were and left it as that. I myself didn’t have a desperate desire to become one, not yet at least. I figured that would come with time.
David and I had been dating “officially” since the first month I knew him. I was drop dead crazy in love with him. After I discovered what they were I was asked to move in with them. It was perfect timing because my funds were about to be cut off and I wouldn’t have anywhere to go. I adjusted quickly to their lifestyle and embraced it with open arms. It was what I had been looking for all my life and I finally found it.

David and I have a complicated relationship. He’s extremely jealous, possessive, and angry. Dwayne once told me it’s because he’s scared of losing me and his pack and is just too protective. It’s in his nature and that’s why he’s the leader. I understood this, but I used to be frightened of him at times. But we loved each other.

And in the beginning things were good. The first eight or nine months were great. I thought I found my soul mate in David, but I was wrong. Things started to get very rocky with David and I. The fights never seemed to end and part of me thinks it’s because we loved each other too much. Part of me thinks it’s because I didn’t love him enough.


-----Okay, so there’s the background story and the insight. For David at least. I tried to provide some insight and plot How her and Marko started will be next, and their first time er, together. Leave reviews and let me know what you think. I was also considering writing some David smut in a future chapter, so let me know what you think about that. Sweet Dreams------