Slightly Demonic and Dangerously Evil [Chapter Five]

BEEP
Haley reached her hand out blindly for the alarm clock causing her body to roll off the bed.
BEEP…BEEP…BEEP…BEEP

She stumbled up from her place on the floor and stumbled over to the desk to shut off her computer alarm. The bright numbers on the screen flashing 6:30 A.M. Funny, she thought, she couldn’t remember setting her alarm clock the night before.

But then the night before flashed before her eyes. Her change, Derrick, the pain, and that drink. She figured Derrick must have set it before he left. God bless him for it because if he hadn’t she would have been late for school.

First day, she thought. Wow. She ran towards her suitcases digging through them for her clothing. She pulled out her black and white stripped TRIPP skinni jeans, and her black and red ‘The Faint’ shirt. Then she dug in them for her red high- topped converse. After she’d pulled out all of her clothing she hopped in the shower.

Stepping out she dried her self quickly and ran her fingers through her hair. She took out her straight iron, and plugged it into the electrical outlet on the wall. Waiting for it to heat up she towel dried her hair and put on her clothes. When the iron was hot she straightened her hair, and ran over the nights events in her head. It was weird, she thought. How Derrick, was bright, white, golden for Christ’s sake and she was Dark. She couldn’t stop thinking about the pain, how she’d felt in the change and afterward. She hoped it wouldn’t always be like that.

She applied her makeup then grabbed her bag, and began shoving her laptop inside. She pulled her IPOD out of its IHOME and shoved the ear buds in her ears.

Then she caught site of her arms.
Dark twisting scorch marks spun their way up, splitting in intricate designs along the way. They looked more like a tattoos than a burn mark, but burn mark they were all the same. She couldn’t cover them up, and knew that they wouldn’t fade away over time. Blindly she searched through her suitcases for her plain black jacket. Finding it she threw it on but the marks still twisted on her hands, fingers and palms. Sighing, she felt her phone vibrate in her pocket. "Hello?" She asked when she answered.

"Darling come outside, I’m waiting in the drive." Dimitry said in the remote, friendly tone of hers. She clicked off. Sighing again, she put her bag over her shoulder and headed out of her bedroom, down the hallway, down the stairs and out the front door.
On the step she ran into Derrick, his hand poised as if to knock. "Sorry," She said slipping past him and down the steps not wanting to talk to him, or even confront the events of last night.
"Electra," She heard him say, but she just turned the volume up on her IPOD and walked faster down the drive way, towards the bright Lamborghini. Opening the passenger door, she got in and pulled her headphones out of her ear. "Morning," She said groggily, yawning into her hand.
"Good, morning sunshine," Dimitry said starting the car and reversing out of the drive way. "Where’d you go last night?" She asked. "Ooh, like your pants."
"I uh, caught a ride home with a guy I met," She said, not giving away any details. "Thanks." She answered in turn about her pants. Looking over she scoped out Dimitry’s outfit of the day. She had on snug dark blue denim skinni jeans, knee high, black, flat boots that zipped at the side, a plain black T-shirt and a gray and white checkered jacket.

"Like your jacket." Electra finally said.
As they pulled away she watched Derrick knock on the door and Nan open it. She watched as Nan threw her arms around Derrick and kissed him fully on the mouth. She turned her head away from the window, so she didn’t see, Derrick push her away and tell her they were through, and she didn’t see him stare at the car longingly as it passed by him.

They were silent on there way to the school, their minds on what they were thinking. So it surprised Electra when they suddenly pulled up into the long drive of the school, and nervousness began to set in.
"Were here already?" She asked Dimitry.
"Yea," She answered, "It’s not a very far drive from Nan’s." She pulled into one of the many parking slots, and parked the car. "Speaking of Nan," She said getting out of the car. Electra followed suit and walked around the car to where Dimitry waited, trying to ignore the staring glances she was getting. "Don’t let her get to you." She said, "She’s just some pig-headed blond that likes to give put-downs to the lowers" She walked towards the front doors her hips swishing hair blowing in the breeze; she looked like a model that had just stepped off the pages of hot couture.
"Dimitry," She said.
"Yes?" Dimitry said turning around to smile at her.
She swallowed, "I’ll meet up with you later, I have to go to the office and pick up my schedule."
"All right Darling," Dimitry said turning around. "Meet me here for lunch," She said with a wave over her shoulder.

Electra pulled her IPOD out of her pocket and shoved it in her ears to calm her nerves. This school could make you go into shock, she thought as she walked across the paved parking lot and towards the entrance marked OFFICE. She pulled open the door and bumped into a solid wall. A very solid masculine wall. She quickly pulled her headphones out of her ears, and crouched down to help pick up the guy’s books. "Sorry," She said, still not seeing the face of the person the body belonged to. "I always do this, I’m such a klutz." She smiled again only this time up at the standing figure. He was really tall six four maybe, shaggy black hair and, bright hazel, grey eyes. He was ruggedly handsome, wearing a wrinkled, crisp black collar shirt, and grey jeans, his feet clad in slip-on checkered ‘Airwalks’. She’d forgotten that her hands were in view and when she saw where his eyes had strayed she yanked her hands back, and then felt foolish, so she picked up his books and handed them to him, the whole time trying to hide her hands from view.
"Sorry about that," She said again handing him, his books. "I’m Electra, by the way…" She trailed off waiting for him to say something but all he did was stare at her hands, which were twined together in front of her. She still waited for him to say something, but when all he did was stare at her hands, then at her she turned sharply away, giving him a quick little wave, and murmuring goodbye before she stepped into the office.

It wasn’t a very big office. Three desks were pushed up against three opposite walls, at each desk sat a mildly old lady, clad in blouse and dress pants.
"Hi," She said, "I’m Electra McKenzie, uh… I’m the new student, I need my schedule. Please." She added as an after thought. None of the women said a word, but the one closest to her pulled out a sheet of white paper and handed it to her without comment.
Weird, she thought. Really weird.

She walked out of the office, and read her schedule.
1 .Art 4
2. Jazz Band
3. Geography
4. Study hall
5. Lunch
6. Trigonometry
7. Chemistry 2
8. P.E.

Wow eight hours of school, she thought. She walked down the crowded hallway not noticing how people parted way for her, too absorbed in the sheet of paper. That was, until a hand came down on her shoulder and spun her around.
"We need to talk," It was Derrick, his face and voice both firm and grim.
"No we don’t." She said pushing his hand away from her shoulder. "Just because of last night doesn’t mean we share anything in common." She turned away from him and began walking towards the Art room.
He caught her arm and hauled her back to him, ignoring the glances of the passing students. "What happened to your hands?" He said savagely, his fingers running over the decorative patterns.
"Nothing that concerns you," She said yanking her hand away and turning towards the classroom again. "Why don’t you go find Nan, I’m sure she’s looking for you." She began to walk inside when she turned her head to the left. "Ooh, look there she is now isn’t that great?"
"Derrick!" she heard Nan say as she walked toward him throwing her arms around his shoulders and kissing him, then turning around to glare at Electra.

Electra ignored her and walked into the classroom, trying to ignore curious glances set her way.
"Electra," She heard a masculine voice say on her right. "Over here!"
She turned to see Rick sitting at a double desk in the back of the room. He, being Rick was surrounded by fondling girls, and a few guys.
"Hey, Rick." She said walking toward him. She saw one of the girls put her foot out to trip her but she stepped over the girl’s foot as lithe as a cat. She smiled up at Rick when she sat next to him, and he instantly turned his focus all on her.
"So where’d you go last night?" He asked curiously, a weird light glinting in his eye.
She blushed. "I got a ride back with this guy I met." She smiled.
"I bet," He laughed. "Dude that dress you had on was so hot." He put his hand on her thigh, and she instantly saw the awareness of the other guys around them sharpen.
She smiled brightly at him, causing him to blanch, "I’m not going to be able to wear it again though," She sighed in mock depress. She was trying to play it cool, work a roll that she hadn’t worked in a year and a half.
"Why?" He asked, his hand moving further up her thigh.

She leaned closer to him her mouth by his ear, her hand on his.
"Because," she whispered into his ear, she saw the rest of the group around them move closer. She pushed his hand away, and settled it in his lap. "It ripped," She bit down on his ear and pulled away. She tried to remind herself that Rick wasn’t like Mark. That he wouldn’t treat her the way Mark treated woman, but what had just happened didn’t feel right, it was like he had another person in his body. Rick had always been the goody two shoes boy, why was he behaving like this?
She stared at the door and watched as people walked in. She scoped them out, annihilated there progress as they would begin to smile at her by turning her head away.

Never trust anyone, the thought always rang in her head.
She kept this up until the boy from earlier walked in; the one whose books she’d caused to drop. This time she didn’t look away from the door. He looked around the room, down the isles, at the people sitting in the desks. He nodded at Rick when his gaze came to rest on him, and stared at her in shock when his gaze locked with hers. He seemed to hold something over Rick, she thought when she saw Rick nod back in a follower way.

Rick noticed when she didn’t look away.
He leaned in close to her, his body heat radiating her suddenly cool body. "You like him?" He asked her, his mouth on her ear. She turned her head towards him, although her gaze never left the man that walked down the isle and took seat in front of Rick, and next to the girl who’d tried to trip her earlier. "Don’t you?" Rick asked his teeth sliding along her ear.
"Who is he?" She whispered. "And why is he staring at me like I’m a leper?" Rick laughed and she saw the guy turn and look at them, and then glare daggers at Rick. Well not exactly at Rick, but glared at her ear and Ricks mouth.
Odd, she thought.

"His name’s Marcus Lancaster," He said, his breath tickling her neck. "And your not a leper Darling, and I don’t think he’s looking at you like one either. He’s just--," His next words were cut off bye the sound of the teacher’s voice.
"MS. MCKENZIE AND MR.DEVAL!" She slapped the ruler she’d been holding on her desk causing the teens to jump back startled. Electra and Rick just stared at her cool and collected. "Would you care to finish that in the office?" She glared at them her hands twisting back and forth across the ruler, her mouth a thin line of white, her eyes beady.
"No," Rick answered her "We’d rather finish it here but you interrupted us." He smiled evilly and turned silent. Electra just glared at the teacher, her eyes dark fire, her body vibrating. She didn’t know why she was so ticked off all of a sudden. More to the point why she was so ticked off at the teacher. She was pissed at Rick though, for making her seem like a whore who was fondled in every hour of class she had.
She turned to Rick and whispered in his ear. "Never, do that again." She turned her head sharply away from him. She could feel the tension coming from his body. She saw that Marcus had seen the warning she’d just given Rick, and stared curiously at him when he smiled at her. Gorgeously.
She ignored Rick for the rest of the class, when he would ask her a question she would give him single syllable answers most of them being ‘No’.

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"Come on El," Rick said as they walked out of the second class they had together that day—Study Hall. Thank God lunch was next. The last hours of school had been totally boring, but she couldn’t get Marcus Lancaster out of her head. "I didn’t mean anything by it," He said snapping her out of her thoughts.
"Of course you didn’t," She said, smiling sweetly and walking towards the doors of the parking lot where she could see Dimitry waiting. "Touch and feel is just a game for you." She said sweetly. She could see the tension in his shoulders and was getting high off of it. She like to pick on Rick, it was easy. She couldn’t stay mad at him forever so it was of no surprise that she wasn’t angry now.
"I’m sorry," He said again pleading. "It’s just a show that I have to put on for my image. I didn’t mean it; I would never come on to you that way. Not that I wouldn’t want to come on to you." He amended hastily.
"Rick," She said, sighing and turning towards him a tender reassuring, smile on her face. "I’m not mad at you, don’t worry." She squeezed his arm and headed out the doors.

Lunch was…different. They went to this place, in the city, that was at the top of one of the hotels. If Dimitry hadn’t shown it to her Electra would have never known it was there. It was the four of them again: Mark, Rick, Dimitry, and her. It only ever seemed to be the four of them. Strange, she thought, she remembered before when Dimitry had always roamed in a group.
When they were done they split the tab two ways, boys paying for either one of the girls. Mark paid for her. She hoped he wouldn’t get some weird ass idea how she owed him now.
She felt an arm go around her shoulder as they stood in the elevator heading down to the main floor. She looked up to see Mark staring down at her. She went rigid in his arms, felt her body stiffen against his.

He drew his hand back. She sighed.

Then it went around her waist.

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Marcus Lancaster needed to find Electra now. He’d looked for her everywhere. He needed to be around her, control this raging going on in his body.

He should have talked to her. Should have said hello instead of staring at her burns like she was a freak. She wasn’t a freak, his mate could never be a freak.
Oh, God she was his mate!

He took a deep breath then let it out. Holy Shit! So ok sure maybe he’d been around for more that three thousand years, but that wasn’t his fault. Shit the universe could go to hell for all he cared, all he wanted was Electra. Electra… he ran her name on his tongue. He couldn’t believe it. He wasn’t alone. He had a mate. He had Electra!
He knew he’d been rude to her. Especially in Art when she’d seen him gape at her again, then glare. It wasn’t her fault; he’d just been so pissed when Rick had started putting the moves on her. Damn, why did his general always have to put the move on every girl? Funny, he thought, how Rick, Mark, and him had been around for well over three thousand years and they could still annoy one another.
He saw Dimitry’s car pull up across from his Aston Martin ‘dbs2’, saw Electra jump out of the car like lightening and start walking his direction. He could see the shaking in her body, watched as she clenched and unclenched her hands from around the strap on her bag.

She was annoyed.
Even knowing her for so short a time, he could feel his mate’s emotions as they went through her body. He stepped out of the car slowly, his muscles tensing in protest from sitting in the car so long.
She stopped.
"Hi," he said nervously. "You wanna go for a drive?"
He saw her body clamp up in awareness, heard her heart accelerate.
He waited.

She got in the car.

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The mist slipped out of cracks, slithered out of dark corners, materialized out of air.
They were ready.
Their dark bodies scorched across the pavement, blending in with the shadows of the day.

As their shapes took form they waited for the signal. Waited for the moment that would change the world. When none came they howled to the sky, their roars loud but silent and invisible to the humans passing on the street. Their fury overcame everything they felt. Their need to complete the task at hand overpowered everything.
They needed their master.

They needed Dimitry Marks.

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Just for the record. Marcus isn't a werewolf. He's a Gargoa. A Gargoa is supposedly the 'angel of death' but they have all this extra stuff in between. You'll learn more about Marcus in the upcoming chapters.