His confession

Xander watched Stacy pack her bag as he stood behind her in her room. Stacy stole glances at his face, he was in deep thoughts though he was sad that she was leaving. Stacy sighed. "So, I take my leave now" she carried her back.

Xander hugged her so tight. "Promise you'll come the new year and will celebrate it together hmn?"

Stacy sighed. "For sure, I'll come back and we'll celebrate New year together so can I go now?"

Xander sighed and pulled out. "Alright, take care of yourself, don't call any man a jerk or pervert and I. . .Never mind" he took her hand and led her to the door.

Stacy waved at him and he did too after kissing her cheek. When she closed the door. "And I love you Stacy" he whispered to himself.

Days passed, and he spent the whole day working to occupy his spare time. He thinks of Stacy's smile, her spanks, her curses, her lips and her body. Anytime, images of her body struck his mind, he suddenly feels that feeling, he becomes horny and Stacy wasn't around to calm his dick. Which was a big punishment so he does it himself, and it wasn't as sweet and pleasant as Stacy's treatment.

Stacy enjoyed her time with her family that she didn't even have time to think of Xander, then she met this man who was just as handsome. They became friends and she celebrated Christmas with him and her family.

When the crackers go up and make sounds, exciting loud sounds. Well, Xander had had dreams of taking Stacy up the hill and enjoying the view and the crackers but she wasn't with him, he'd just lay in bed hearing the cracking sounds.

Stacy was enjoying the whole night and when the new year arrived. Xander had prepared for her coming back. He had a new hairstyle and cooked, he made the dinner to be held by the pool but Stacy never showed up.

Xander would stare through his balcony waiting for Stacy but she didn't come that night. The new year passed and then another two weeks. Xander was left devastated for a month.

Stacy enjoyed both Christmas and New year but something bad happened, she also had a brain tumour, which was why she had failed in using her organs. She cried all night knowing she'd die soon.

Eventually, in the second week of January, she went back to Xander. The house was dull and looked so abandoned. Then she dropped her bag and went to Xander's room. It was morning so he wasn't home.

What surprised her was the paintings of her face on most of the boards in the room. He replaced his mom's frame with hers and when she went closer to look at it, Xander matched out of his bathroom.

Their gazes met and what she saw first was anger. Xander looked away and went to sit on his bed.

"Xander," she said, in a low tone. Xander didn't turn to her. Instead, he lay in bed and stared away from where she stood.

"You came" his voice made it clear, he was disappointed, sad, angry and betrayed. "Why now?"

"Xander, you don't understand, I. . ."

"I know, you forgot about me. It's normal, I mean. I'm just the person you owe, I'm not that important so it's. . . Okay, you can resume work, since you are here. So, please leave my room" he told her. "I don't want to see you" he whispered.

Stacy went to where he could see her but immediately he sighted her, he turned away and rolled over to the other side before covering himself with the blanket.

"I know, I broke my promise but it's not what you think it is" Stacy didn't know what to say to Xander. The truth was that she went on a date that new year and the next day, she spent it at her house. She totally forgot about Xander and then she detected her sickness. She couldn't tell him the truth because it would hurt him.

"I'm sorry, I know. . .That I did wrong and got your hopes high, I also forgot about. . ." She covered her lips knowing she shouldn't have mentioned forgot. Stacy heard his silent chuckle.

She then climbed on top of him, he was now between her legs. Stacy cupped his cheek but he avoided her gaze. "Okay, I did forget about my promise and I'm so sorry for that. It's just that. . .I'm sick" she told him.

Xander now looked at her asking huh? Through his gaze. "Yes, my falls and not being able to use my hand was because I have a big tumour in my brain" Xander sat up and placed her to sit on one of his legs with his hand around her waist.

"What's going to happen then? What will you do?" He asked, he cared for her so being angry was useless.

Stacy shrugged, "I don't know"

"Will you take the surgery or. . " He made her eyes be on him before he continued. "Or I make us one, I mean, I'll mate with you by biting your neck with my fangs and you'll be a vampire like me, so you'll be immortal" he explained.

Stacy frowned and jerked off his leg, "No, I don't want to be a vampire and why would you do that? Because you want to fuck me?" She almost yelled at him.

"No, I don't want to. . .Fuck, only fuck you, I want you to be my mate. My wife" he lowered his head, as he was on his feet. He knew this would happen.

Stacy laughed sarcastically and then scoffed. "Your mate? Wife? Why?" She asked. "You should mate with a vampire like you, not me" she kind of glared at him.

Xander's heart broke. "I want you because I. . .I. . ."

"Huh?"

"I want you to be my mate because I chose you, I love you, Stacy," he told her, staring at her eyes to see her expression. Stacy was speechless as she stared at him with that look.