I didn’t speak to anyone for the rest of that day. I would had wanted to stay in bedroom if not because I had to feed. As far as I was aware, Alec had given Fern and Andy a room while they waited the hours for the ‘others’ to arrive.
Scared, afraid, terrified; those words no longer exited in my dictionary and because of that I felt none. But while I was remembering and listening to the memories and images Andy could no longer hide, I became more aware that Alec and I would be outnumbered. And it was with no doubt, that if the life of Andy was at stake, these basters wouldn’t return empty handed. Knowing Alec, he would probably hand me in if it came to that scenario.
. . . and the likes with her. Andy was thinking. I don’t think I hate her, but I don’t think she’s harmless. If she didn’t want me around, would she have tried to kill me—no, that can’t be right. How wrong it is to judge in such a matter, maybe… Her mind became mild; imagining I was only like this because I felt obligated in being the strong one.
Then you know nothing about me. I thought back; a sly smile in my thoughts. I was sure she saw it.
She became still for long seconds. She would disappear at times and go into static like when a radio had lost its signal. Please just leave me be. She finally spoke. I’m not looking for any trouble.
I couldn’t help to give a nasty face. How wrong she sounded. Our voices identical, yet it disgusted me how innocent she made my voice sound, her voice, our voices. I scoffed at the very image of me dancing around in a pink evening dress; pulling daisies out of a wild forest, and the deer grazing at my side. No, they were only good for one thing. Good, then you will pack your bags and get the hell out of my space.
Then, just go away yourself. She sobbed. Get out of my head, get out of my thoughts, and get out of my life.
I rolled my eyes. Believe me, if there was anything I would die for right now…you’re just going to have rely on the fact that your BF happens to be a two-hundred year old hag. Get her to split up.
She would have done so if she could. Fern doesn’t want me to get hurt. She said if anything, even one little scratch, happened to me. She would blame you. She said too innocently.
I wanted to shut her off then; like hanging up the phone or shutting the door at her face. But I couldn’t, her presence here only made our bond stronger.
Biting my lip, I pressed my face against the pillow. Thankfully, she left me alone.
“What now?” I demanded; sensing Alec’s sudden presence at the foot of my bed.
“Where’s Serenity?” he asked; a little too quiet for Alec.
I frowned childishly. “What do you want with her?”
It was more of a growl when he seemed to be ordering me. “I want you to bring her here.”
“And why would I do that?” I spit through my teeth; having difficulty in breaking into a hiss.
His position did not relax even when I hadn’t hissed at him do to the fact that he was commanding me in the way a vampire like him had no right. “Listen to me Jan, I am asking you to get your cousins ass over here and I want this to be done at this insist.”
I stood from the bed, as quickly as the human eye could blink. “You leave her out of this; I’m not going to force her into a slave house.”
This was probably the first time in nine decades that I felt a jolt of fear pounding swiftly against my chest. Alec would never take no for an answer, it would be a task he would likely have to beat out of me. He would only look at me; throwing me dirty looks that said words too disturbing to exist on this earth.
“Well you can go to hell.” I barked in his face. “Take me along if that’s what you want but you’ll never have Serenity.”
It was all very excruciating to have happened so fast. I felt my back stroke against the edge of the wall and around my throat was Alec’s cold grip that would eventually spilt my neck.
“Now can we talk?” he said as calmly and fluently as he could muster.
“Scr . . . ew . . . you.”
The grip tightened. No, how could I allow myself to be touched this way by such a man. I myself had vowed that a scene like this would never again be registered to memory. I could only hope justice was granted to those who were dead.
With my feet hanging freely in the air, I curved my leg outwards and felt a hard landing to the place mama had taught me to his boys. Automatically he freed me as he pulled back where he fell to his knees with both hands in between his legs.
“You son of a—”
“Ah, ah, ah.” I pointed my index finger and scrubbed the other one on top of it. “Shame on you.”
He groaned once, and I knew that he was now being a baby about it. If I would had broken his nose it would had healed in seconds.
“Sorry Alec, you understand though don’t you? You took my home, you took my life.”
“What is that suppose to mean?” he grunted.
I laughed out proudly. “I belong nowhere and to no one. “
“You exist today because of me.”
“Well read my lips, your dead to me.” I casually raised the finger that was in between my index and married fingers.
With that one hesitant gesture he moved too quickly to decipher a direction. It was too late to realize that he would be expected to attack me from behind, when light entered my eye once more, I was pinned against the ground; my sine twisted in an unknown trend.
It was then that I heard it, a cold shriek that sent and echo through the frame of every wall. The room for an instant seemed to have gone dark. Without thinking twice, I extended my hearing range to every edge of the house.
“Andy,” Fern was saying rather calmly. “Andy, what is the matter. Are you hurt?”
She panted overreacting. “I don’t know—my back. Fern, its somewhere in my back—I can’t—it hurts.”
“Shh,” she comforted. “It’s ok; I’ll make the pain go away.”
“Pathetic,” I murmured to myself. “Damn, vampire bitch can’t take one blow.”
“She’s young,” Alec explained.
“Five decades too young?”
“She’s half your age.”
I low scoff clapped against my breath. “So what then, a century is the cutoff age?”
“Take or give a decade.”
His posture seemed to loosen, he looked at me once. “I’ll go take care of Fern, she’ll want an explanation.” he paused for a moment. “BTW, Fern instructed me that you will where these.”
In my palm, he rested a little pale green box.
“Contacts?” I exclaimed. “For WHAT?”
“You’ll need them around Andy—”
“I’m not going with her.”
He smiled once and ambled for the door. “You’re already packed.”
I crossed my arms around my torso. “So I’m that big of a burden that you’re giving me away? Why not wrap a bow around my neck?”
He was already gone before I spoke the last three words.
“Shoot.” I muttered.
Just for curiosity’s sake, I latched the seal on the small box ns opened it.