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I think I just ran over a...vampire?(20) Barbra Streisand |
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The next thing I remember is being set down on a soft bed. I snapped out of my stupor and looked around. It wasn’t the bedroom I had become used to. This had a more Gothic feel to it. Reds and blacks were plastered everywhere and black lace made the canopy above my head. I looked around as if I were detached, like this wasn’t happening and like none of this interested me at all.
A hand lightly grazed my cheek and I looked up stoically at the person whose hand now rested on my face. Green eyes met my blue ones and I vaguely remembered that I should have been seeing grey ones.
“Come on now...Don’t look at me like that Winry...” I remembered. It was Nate. I crawled away from him, swatting his hand aside. A disgusted expression overtook my stoic one as I moved to the other side of the bed. He chuckled slightly. All that did was piss me off.
I missed Cian’s chuckle, the way it rumbled and gave me the shivers. This chuckle just annoyed me. I felt the bed sink down and I looked up. He was staring at me, sitting on the side of the bed. I narrowed my eyes, if he thought he could break me, I’d like to see him try.
He sighed heavily and looked at me with pain in his eyes. It made me flinch, but I wasn’t backing down.
“I’m sorry.” That was it.
“For which one reason?” I spat back. He kept looking at me, something flashed in his eyes, too fast for me to tell what it was.
“Kidnapping you?”
“Which time?” I could tell he was getting aggravated. Yay for me.
“The first.” he stated simply
“Well, you shouldn’t be. If it wasn’t for you I would have never met Cian.” I snapped back.
That made him bristle. Haha, I hit a nerve. He brushed the feeling off quickly before putting a smirk on his face.
“Well, I can see that you have grown close to him.” I snorted at the comment.
Ya think?
He stared at me for a moment before looking over at a wall. Nate was thinking of something and I didn’t like that I couldn’t read the emotion on his face. A picture flashed through my mind and I was able to see it. It seemed to be in faded color. Like an old movie.
It showed another Nate, one with longer hair, to his shoulders, and a different look in his eye, but I still could read his face. He was sitting exactly where present-day Nate was sitting now, the same expression on his face. Guilt washed over me, though I have no idea why. I hated the b*****d.
Then I saw someone crawl over to Nate and place their head on his shoulder.
The person was a woman, about my age, dressed in a beautiful Victorian gown made up of greys and reds, with black bows here and there. She wrapped her arms around Nate’s shoulders and kissed his neck and...
I shook my head and glared at the sheets. What the hell had that been? It was like when Nate had tried to force his way into my mind. What was the meaning of that vision? I felt arms wrap around me and unconsciously, I settled into them. Then, when cold lips brushed my cheek I pulled myself away from Nate and slapped him across the face.
He looked at me, his veins beginning to show, as Nate pressed one hand to his face, eyes glowing red.
“Don’t do that again. I’m being very patient as it is...”
Yeah that really shows...
His eyes turned a deeper shade of red.
“Then you shouldn’t go into my thoughts. They’ll only piss you off more.” I said simply. I felt a sharp tug in my mind and I snapped my head down. It seemed like he was more powerful when we made eye contact, that was probably how I went into a stupor and didn’t fight him off like a madwoman when he took me. I should have kicked him in his man-berries when I had a chance...
The tugging lessened, but didn’t go away completely. I had to do the rest of the fighting on my own, Cian wasn’t here to help me now.
A few flashes of the past couple of days slipped out. I squeezed my eyes shut tight and envisioned a brick wall around my thoughts and memories. I heard growl form Nate after I did this. So that meant it was wor–
The wall crumbled slightly.
Sh*t. I couldn’t let him see the healing ability that I had just discovered. I didn’t want to touch that dirty jackass, even if he was dying and begging for my help, I would spit in his face. I kept the vision of the brick wall and added a steel barrier in front of it.
The tugging stopped. Ha! I win! I felt a cold breath on my neck and my eyes shot open. Slowly I looked down, like in those horror movies where the main character turns around slowly.
Nate’s mouth was lightly pressed over my neck, a smirk on his face as he opened his mouth, pure white fangs growing steadily from his gums.
F*ck, sh*t, a**, b*tch, Barbra Streisand...
I ran out of curses...
 VicinityObscenity · Wed Feb 27, 2008 @ 03:40am · 0 Comments |
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