Blood on the Moon: Chapter Two
Drama with Ksenia and Avan's master are brewing....
*Ksenia's POV*
"Nia!" My little cousin, Marik, called from underneath my bed. Irritated I rolled over on my bed to flip over. Then I lowered my head to peer into the darkness below. I roll up a magazine I found on my floor.
"I swear to god. Right now. If you don't get out from under there, I'm going to beat you with this!" I say indicating the sword like magazine.
"Roe! Roe!" He shrieks for my older sister, Monroe. I get down on the floor and reach out for the barely visible show. Marik bites me and I growl ferociously.
"Boy," I begin with my tone low and dangerous. Then, before I can do anything Monroe enters my room looking flustered and out of breath.
"This Vampire just called for you! Dad says if you're dating them again, you're in big trouble!" I smirk and retract my hand from underneath the bed.
"That is so last month. I'm dating trolls now." Monroe whitens and her bottom lip quivers.
"Trolls?" She asks and I laugh.
"Take care of Marik," I say elusively. I stand up and leave them.
"Ksenia!" My dad's voice booms throughout the house. I roll my eyes. Seriously. They don't have much faith in me. It's probably because I'm just like my mom. Sarcastic and bitchy.
I saunter into the living room and I see my father, a big burly red-haired and blue-eyed guy, angry. He holds one of my three phones.
"Hey, what're you doing with that?" I ask and see my Aunt and Uncle staring with an evil eye at my other phones.
"How popular are you?" My Aunt Maggie, a slim blonde haired and green-eyed beauty, says. I consider the question and shrug.
"I'm Bitch Queen." I say not really answering her question.
My Uncle Ralph, a tall black-haired and hazel eyed guy, sneers, "No kidding. Nine of the last calls are to tell you that." I shrug, not caring.
"Ksenia," My dad says and I turn serious, "Are you dating Avan? Sandira's lackey?" I shake my head and pluck each phone from their hands.
"No, Dad. I'm single. I do have to return the jacket, though." I think back to the number I gave him and select one. Then, I scroll through my list of last calls. I select and unfamiliar number for redial.
"This is Avan." A husky mature voice answers.
"Hey, remember that girl from last friday? It's me."
"Oh, Ksenia, right?" He asks and I shiver. I don't know why but he says my name like, its something special.
"Mm-hhh. Did you call for the jacket?" I asked.
"Nah, you can keep it. I called to ask you on a date." My heart flutters.
"Sure," I can't keep some hope from my voice. My family glares at me and I realize they can hear, "You can pick me up here to meet the Winnicki Clan."
"Oh, dear."
*Avan's POV*
The lilt in her voice sounded heavenly. I have no clue why though. So I asked her on a date. Sandira wouldn't have been mad had she not been out with Anthony, a lord in the Supernatural World. In fact, they're going to Europe.
I hang up after getting her address. The front door bangs open and loud obnoxious laughter floats down to the basement where I sleep. I groan. Back to the mindless slave act.
"Avan, get us wine!" Sandira orders. I paste on the look of someone in a trance and grab a bottle wine from the cooler. Then, I travel up the basement stairs turning the knob to enter a dimly lit living room.
Two impossible beautiful beings await on the couch. One is slim long legged woman with flame red hair and ruthless green eyes. Next to her is a bulky man with large hands. His blonde hair is slicked back and his blue eyes cold.
"See, Anthony, he's no better than a mindless slave, "Sandira, the woman, says. I resist and eye roll. That's what I want her to think.
The truth in the matter is that I've never been loyal to Sandira even if she is attractive. I merely spy on her for my Uncle Gabriel who assumes she's not doing her job and he has to make sure she does. So far so good.
I hold out the bottle of wine and she takes it with delicate fingers that can break your neck if you displease her.
"So Sandira, where do you want to dead first?" Anthony asks.
I freeze. They ignore me, thank god.
"That bitch Ksenia!"
"The heiress?"
"Yes. She dated one of my vampires and dumped him the day after."
I highly doubted that was her motivation. Some other drama had occurred. I with a mental sigh I realize I have to visit Uncle Gabe.
"Nia!" My little cousin, Marik, called from underneath my bed. Irritated I rolled over on my bed to flip over. Then I lowered my head to peer into the darkness below. I roll up a magazine I found on my floor.
"I swear to god. Right now. If you don't get out from under there, I'm going to beat you with this!" I say indicating the sword like magazine.
"Roe! Roe!" He shrieks for my older sister, Monroe. I get down on the floor and reach out for the barely visible show. Marik bites me and I growl ferociously.
"Boy," I begin with my tone low and dangerous. Then, before I can do anything Monroe enters my room looking flustered and out of breath.
"This Vampire just called for you! Dad says if you're dating them again, you're in big trouble!" I smirk and retract my hand from underneath the bed.
"That is so last month. I'm dating trolls now." Monroe whitens and her bottom lip quivers.
"Trolls?" She asks and I laugh.
"Take care of Marik," I say elusively. I stand up and leave them.
"Ksenia!" My dad's voice booms throughout the house. I roll my eyes. Seriously. They don't have much faith in me. It's probably because I'm just like my mom. Sarcastic and bitchy.
I saunter into the living room and I see my father, a big burly red-haired and blue-eyed guy, angry. He holds one of my three phones.
"Hey, what're you doing with that?" I ask and see my Aunt and Uncle staring with an evil eye at my other phones.
"How popular are you?" My Aunt Maggie, a slim blonde haired and green-eyed beauty, says. I consider the question and shrug.
"I'm Bitch Queen." I say not really answering her question.
My Uncle Ralph, a tall black-haired and hazel eyed guy, sneers, "No kidding. Nine of the last calls are to tell you that." I shrug, not caring.
"Ksenia," My dad says and I turn serious, "Are you dating Avan? Sandira's lackey?" I shake my head and pluck each phone from their hands.
"No, Dad. I'm single. I do have to return the jacket, though." I think back to the number I gave him and select one. Then, I scroll through my list of last calls. I select and unfamiliar number for redial.
"This is Avan." A husky mature voice answers.
"Hey, remember that girl from last friday? It's me."
"Oh, Ksenia, right?" He asks and I shiver. I don't know why but he says my name like, its something special.
"Mm-hhh. Did you call for the jacket?" I asked.
"Nah, you can keep it. I called to ask you on a date." My heart flutters.
"Sure," I can't keep some hope from my voice. My family glares at me and I realize they can hear, "You can pick me up here to meet the Winnicki Clan."
"Oh, dear."
*Avan's POV*
The lilt in her voice sounded heavenly. I have no clue why though. So I asked her on a date. Sandira wouldn't have been mad had she not been out with Anthony, a lord in the Supernatural World. In fact, they're going to Europe.
I hang up after getting her address. The front door bangs open and loud obnoxious laughter floats down to the basement where I sleep. I groan. Back to the mindless slave act.
"Avan, get us wine!" Sandira orders. I paste on the look of someone in a trance and grab a bottle wine from the cooler. Then, I travel up the basement stairs turning the knob to enter a dimly lit living room.
Two impossible beautiful beings await on the couch. One is slim long legged woman with flame red hair and ruthless green eyes. Next to her is a bulky man with large hands. His blonde hair is slicked back and his blue eyes cold.
"See, Anthony, he's no better than a mindless slave, "Sandira, the woman, says. I resist and eye roll. That's what I want her to think.
The truth in the matter is that I've never been loyal to Sandira even if she is attractive. I merely spy on her for my Uncle Gabriel who assumes she's not doing her job and he has to make sure she does. So far so good.
I hold out the bottle of wine and she takes it with delicate fingers that can break your neck if you displease her.
"So Sandira, where do you want to dead first?" Anthony asks.
I freeze. They ignore me, thank god.
"That bitch Ksenia!"
"The heiress?"
"Yes. She dated one of my vampires and dumped him the day after."
I highly doubted that was her motivation. Some other drama had occurred. I with a mental sigh I realize I have to visit Uncle Gabe.
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