章節 9: The Fathomless Darkness
He crushes his lips on mine and starts devouring them like water. I want nothing more than burning his being so he won't assault another soul but instead, I feel myself hurrying to match his violent demanding. It wasn't me.
One of his hands holding me in place on my hip backed me onto the cold wall, while his other hand slips under the hem of my dress and went on to stroke my inner thigh. I knew Audrey wasn't getting anymore pleasure than I was from this. We're two in one body anyway. But it wasn't hurtful to her either. She liked games and loved playing.
“Needy, huh?” He states cockily. Only if the bright sky-blue eyes he is staring into were actually mine. Only if I wasn't left to scream inside my mind unable to get his insultingly big hands off my body he would have been a regretful man by now.
Only if.
I feel Audrey starting to grind against his hardness, and long canines dip into the skin on my shoulder. He was wise enough not to draw blood since witch blood could be dangerous for him. Needy bastard. When his hand suddenly palmed me through my panties, I was ready to explode, at least inside my mind since.
His touch felt like snake bite, cursing venom cursed into my blood, from wherever it lands. It felt eerily inside these walls. I can’t do anything but cry silently and whisper into the deep groans and moans.
“Please stop. Make it stop”
“Hun, are you okay?” The sound of hurrying footsteps followed by Liz’s voice barely made it through the cobwebs forming in my mind. “You were taking long so I came to check on you.” I can feel her eyes inspect me up and down.
No, I’m not fine. “I need to get out of here.” I mutter instead.
Blindly, I splinted to the door, yanked it open and everything fades away. I ignore Liz calling me from behind.
I sensed small almost unnoticeable waves of energy weaving through my body and exiting from it to form purple and red wisps that surround me. When I closed the door behind me, I was in my room, back at my house. I slide down the door, half dazedly feeling my behind touch the cold floor. I hug my knees to my chest, securing my arms around them.
I keep feeling hands traveling my body. Hands that belong to the shallow endless darkness. And I know I’m being delusional, I know there is nothing on my body except nervous sweats and soggy clothes, yet I can’t help but beg; Please, leave me alone.
I lie on the freezing floor, my back hurtfully pressing against the door, arms still wrapped around my trembling body, and as I feel my temple hit the very-cold floor, salty warm water drops roll onto the bridge of my nose, down my right eye mixing with the drops on that same eye to form a rainfall that silently hit the marble floor.
It’s water, it’s not tears. This isn’t making me cry. It’s not tears.
“You are a weak, what’s even there to bitch about?” Audrey accuses, annoyed. I choke a laugh. Yeah, I blocked some fun for her.
My body shakes terribly as damned tears storm down my face and I hug it tighter. I'm weak, an educated, both about the facts of the world and ones of the notebooks. A little weird but mostly creepy. Inevitably terrifying that even legends in this world viewed me as a threat. How do I expect anybody to understand? These feelings, they suffocate me. They choke me until I can't separate dreams from reality, warning form ending. Until I feel like a freelancer rather than the owner of my body. Until I want to let go.
Engrossed in my own head, I barely registered muffled sounds from down stairs, followed by voices calling my name. And cricking of shoes as Liz’s probably hurrying upstairs to my room. Sorry sister, I didn’t mean for you to come home to this.
Ah, she's here, already?
Liz’s footsteps are loud but soft, so soft in fact that if it wasn’t my slightly higher witch hearing, I couldn’t have caught that through my jumbled brain.
The door opens. I felt worried waves roll out of the body standing behind me.
I jerk when two hands grabbed me by the shoulders, roll me so that my back lay on the floor while my head leaned into soft and hard and thick material. Um, so comfortable.
And so I open my eyes, expecting to see Liz’s big brown eyes. Hell, I'm even dreaming about Zoe’s hazel eyes. But, oh no, I see a pair of eyes I don’t even want to see in my dreams at this moment, their unusual green eye color alight with worry.
Suddenly I feel an urge to puke. Not him now. Not when I'm like this.
Please stop these hands.
I held cracking sounds echo through the room, it was when the sounds got louder that I realized it’s my sobs and that I’m wiggling in Alarcus’ hands.
“…alone. You are scaring her.” I heard Liz’s voice shout at the top of my cries.
Lanterns started going off inside my already dim mind. Immediately I know that Liz has her smaller and rather softer hands on my shoulders and had her eyes closed. Working her magic.
No! I don’t want to close my eyes. Please don’t send me into my nightmares.
“We are here. It’s okay.” I heard Liz whisper before I lose myself in the sorrowing night.
I wake and sit up in bed, my eyes squinting in the dark.
As if on cue, my bedroom door opens and a cheeky Liz gets in. “Morning, you cute you?” Oh so it’s in the morning. When I glance towards the window, I see that the heavy curtains were drawn.
As if reading my mind, Liz pulls the heavy curtains apart revealing a beautiful sun. “Morning to you too. And hey, I’m not cute!” I complain leaning my back against the headrest.
“You are. So, how is it going?” She sits herself at the edge of the bed. My bottom lip trembles and Liz sits up alert.
“I’m sorry.” I say trying to stop myself from the inevitable. “Hey, why are you sorry? What happened last night wasn’t your fault!” She exclaims. We both know I’m not buying that. Whose fault is it then?
“Shoot! Stay here for a minute.” She orders before disappearing behind my bedroom door. I wanted to laugh and sassy her like usual. We are in my house! Where else would I go anyway.
A knock comes from the door, and it’s my turn to be alert. Nobody in this trio’s land, meaning me and my two indiscipline best friends, seems to know how to knock.
Then Alarcus struts in, his biceps bugging under the thick fabric of the dark brown turtleneck he had on and his leg muscles working under the dark jeans. Uh-uh.
He pulls a chair from the study table and sat on it. Oh god, what did I give to get those treacherous friends in return?
“Hey.” He starts. His deep voice does things to my tummy, and it gets queasy.
“Hey.” I greet back, the baboons on my sheets suddenly getting interesting. His hand came up to touch my hair but hung in the air as if asking, is it okay? I momentary weigh my options. I can use his hesitation to my advantage and tell him I wasn’t ready for a conversation. No, Amare Lilia Quinn, get over your pathetic ass and grow a spine. My name doesn’t match at all, my dad is just crazy -and he had also been back when he named me- and I’m his daughter after all. Lilia, focus!
Yeah, I think the blue fairy on my night shorts are also interesting.
I swallow a shriek, my hands flying up to cover my chest. Whoever changed me last night had put me in a see through top and shorts that barely covered the top of my thighs. I stare at Alarcus, the corner of his mouth rising in an easy smirk. And I have to say, that’s hot as hell.
“No need to feel uncomfortable, Amare. I’m the one who showered you after all.” He say, raising his right shoulder absently.
One hand clench around the sheets I am fisting instinctively as his confession sink in. What?
“What!” A strangled shriek left my mouth before I covered it with my other hand. I can't find trace of joking no matter how hard I study his godly features.
Alarcus throw his head back and laughs. Laughs! His Adam apple bomb up and down with every sound that exits his mouth. I can't help but feel enchanted by the deep laughter despite the situation. What can he possibly find funny in this exact situation?
“Just joking, princess. It was your friend who showered you, and put you to bed.” His voice cracks, and the corners of his mouth tips up as he suppresses another laugh.
The sense of relief I felt was almost tangible. Oh Pureta, thanks for this one.
“Why are you here?” That’s next thing on my mind, second to him being smoking hot.
“Last night I dropped by since I was in the area. You weren’t home but I could smell another vampire was once here with you. I recognized the scent as your friend. Liz?
I was about to leave but then she came home driving like crazy. And I knew something wasn’t right. That’s basically how I got here last night. And after you went to sleep, I went home and got back here in the morning.”
He somehow sensed my unannounced question and answered it. So he was about to do his part of the deal, about him visiting me? And how did I perform mine?
Oh boy, Shoot me.
Silence lies heavily between us. Awkward, or maybe it is just me because Alarcus looks as casual as he always does as he gazes at me thoughtfully. I try to make my mind work as thoughtfully. Should I excuse myself for last night, or shouldn’t I? Reciting what I'm about to say, I mentally sigh, oh gods, bless me. Here I go.
“Well, last night, I…I…” I start but he is quick to cut me short.
“It’s okay you don’t have to say anything.” His soft voice sounds melodious to my ears. I have to force myself to focus on the course at hand.
“But...” A single glance at his eyes and I know that he is perfectly okay without an apology. Well, I really thought he needs one for his trouble.
“Now we are not counting this as a visit, are we?” he says, raising an eyebrow while rubbing his hands on the fabric of his jeans.
“Yeah, let’s not.” I say my face breaking into a smile. And with a smile back, he leaves the room.
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