Why Girls Shouldn't Date Vampires: Book 2 - Chapter 3
He was back. And he'd tried to kill her. What now? After this chapter the story will be called 'Death's Spirit And Demonic Shadow'.
I took a few deep breaths as I stood up and stretched. Another grueling, military style workout was over. I looked across my garage/makeshift gym at my shiny Shelby Mustang. Emphasis on the 'my' part. Ian was going to have a tough time getting those keys out of my grip. I sighed and switched the light off as I left the cold room, a trickle of sweat running down my back.
As I walked upstairs, towards my room, I couldn't help but think of how cold I felt inside. Not meaning the temperature was cold either. Ian really did have part of my soul. I hadn't felt a single emotion for a week. Yeah. It's been an entire week since I found out he was alive, and I haven't lifted a single finger to make progress in finding him. Scar believed that this was because I couldn't feel; because I didn't have the emotion motivating me to find him. This honestly isn't the case though. I have absolutely no idea where to begin looking for him. I don't know where my mother is, therefore I don't know where he is. And if Ian didn't want to be found....well, you know how the cliche expression goes.
'Rambling again.' I muttered grimly to myself, under my breath. I really just didn't care about anything anymore. Kind of sucked actually.
I pushed open my en-suite door and undressed. I glanced at my toned body in the mirror and turned away, twisting the shower tap.
I leant into the water and sighed as my muscles relaxed and released their tension...or some of it. After maybe 5 minutes in the warm water, I heard a bang from downstairs. I immediately snapped of my dreamy state and into a trained military professional. I was out of the shower and wrapped in a towel with inhuman speed.
Stealthily, I began treading down the stairs, grateful that they didn't creak under my weight. The face I caught a glimpse of stunned me back into feeling. Ian was standing at the kitchen counter, looking in disgust at the empty blood bag I'd left there earlier. The amount of emotion that welled up inside of me, threatening to break through my stealthy silence, was paramount. And those feelings won out. Scar was right about feeling stuff when he was near. I let out a gihugic gasp and quickly clamped my hand over my mouth. I didn't know how to deal with this situation. Ian glanced up at me lazily. His gaze hardened when he caught sight of me. Within seconds he was in front of me, his hand pushing my throat against the wall. I gasped and panted for breath. I could've easily fought back, but in my stunned stupor, all I could do was gape and gasp. His eyes locked with mine, and I could swear he didn't know what to do either. Ian almost looked as if he wanted to say something, like an inner part of him was fighting to tell me something. His grip on my neck loosened a little. He didn't say a word. Instead he got a cold, hard look in his eyes, one that scared me. One that I never wanted to see in his brown eyes ever again. Within a millisecond, he was back in the kitchen, meters away from me. His pale hand reached across the bench and curled his fingers around the car keys. He managed a nod, and then he was gone. Leaving me behind without a car.
I didn't know if it was caused by lack of oxygen, or the fact that I could temporarily feel again, I passed out.
*****
I awoke in an uncomfortable position, still sprawled on the stairs. I twisted my neck from side to side, cracking it. I stood up and sprinted down the stairs. I almost couldn't believe that it had really happened. That Ian was really alive and that he was really here. If I had feelings I wouldn't know whether to be glad he was gone, or hysterical! He'd tried to kill me! But he'd held back. Something stopped him, and I supposed that was a good thing. Scar had said that the way he'd been brought back was horrific and unspeakable. She'd also told me Ian would be different, and different he most certainly was. He still had his usual looks and still carried himself with a sense of confidence, but that look in his eyes had spoken of the demons that were inside him, fighting to be free. I had to find a way to help him.
I picked up the phone and dialed the first number that came to mind. Scar, naturally. She answered in a heartbeat. 'Lily! What's wrong?! .....Calm down!....Take a breath!' She spluttered against my near hysterical, rambled explanation. 'Calm your farm!' She shouted, snapping me out of it. I stopped talking. 'Thank you.' Scar breathed. 'Now will you tell me what's the matter?'
'It's true. He's back. He's here. I saw him. He tried to kill me. I'm freaking out...demons...have to save him..' I trailed off. Scar sucked in a deep breath.
'You say what?' She asked, just as in shock as I was. 'He tried to kill you?! Oh God, now we re-' she didn't finish her sentence. I heard her muffled screams and the phone being thrown around a bit.
'Scar!' I yelled to no response. 'Scar!' I repeated. This time an all too familiar voice responded. 'If you want her back alive, then you won't look for her.
'She'll be returned when we're finished. I mean it. Don't. Look.' Ian's cold and demanding voice ordered. I growled at him.
'I don't care what you tell me to do. I will find you both.' I swore.
Ian chuckled a grim, evil little laugh. 'Yeah. Whatever. Good luck.' And with that, he hung up on me.
In a fit of rage I threw my very, very expensive phone at the wall and cringed as it shattered into pieces. If I could feel, I would've cried, but instead, I knocked myself into action. I ran upstairs and got dressed (yeah, I was still in a towel) in my finest black skinny's with black heels, a white tank and my favorite leather jacket. Right now, many people wouldn't justify getting dressy, but I felt the need to look like a total and complete badass when I busted in on my mum's little party she had going.
I was going to kick her ass. And then James' ass. And then I was going to find Scar, and she'd find a way to fix Ian, all the while, whilst I try to kick his ass. I ran back downstairs, flicked off the lights and grabbed the keys to my second child. The second child my father did not know about. The second child nobody knew about. As I stepped into the garage and then by extent, the shed, I took the cover off my black Ducati. I climbed pushed it out into the driveway, closed the roller door and put my earphones in, making sure that I had some good Van Halen playing as the bike roared to life. I slipped her into gear and sped down the street.
There was going to be no mercy. Not for Mother, not for James. And when I got my hands on Ian, well, I was going to get those car keys back. Assbut.
AFTER THIS CHAPTER THE STORY WILL BE CALLED 'DEATH'S SPIRIT AND DEMONIC SHADOW'.
As I walked upstairs, towards my room, I couldn't help but think of how cold I felt inside. Not meaning the temperature was cold either. Ian really did have part of my soul. I hadn't felt a single emotion for a week. Yeah. It's been an entire week since I found out he was alive, and I haven't lifted a single finger to make progress in finding him. Scar believed that this was because I couldn't feel; because I didn't have the emotion motivating me to find him. This honestly isn't the case though. I have absolutely no idea where to begin looking for him. I don't know where my mother is, therefore I don't know where he is. And if Ian didn't want to be found....well, you know how the cliche expression goes.
'Rambling again.' I muttered grimly to myself, under my breath. I really just didn't care about anything anymore. Kind of sucked actually.
I pushed open my en-suite door and undressed. I glanced at my toned body in the mirror and turned away, twisting the shower tap.
I leant into the water and sighed as my muscles relaxed and released their tension...or some of it. After maybe 5 minutes in the warm water, I heard a bang from downstairs. I immediately snapped of my dreamy state and into a trained military professional. I was out of the shower and wrapped in a towel with inhuman speed.
Stealthily, I began treading down the stairs, grateful that they didn't creak under my weight. The face I caught a glimpse of stunned me back into feeling. Ian was standing at the kitchen counter, looking in disgust at the empty blood bag I'd left there earlier. The amount of emotion that welled up inside of me, threatening to break through my stealthy silence, was paramount. And those feelings won out. Scar was right about feeling stuff when he was near. I let out a gihugic gasp and quickly clamped my hand over my mouth. I didn't know how to deal with this situation. Ian glanced up at me lazily. His gaze hardened when he caught sight of me. Within seconds he was in front of me, his hand pushing my throat against the wall. I gasped and panted for breath. I could've easily fought back, but in my stunned stupor, all I could do was gape and gasp. His eyes locked with mine, and I could swear he didn't know what to do either. Ian almost looked as if he wanted to say something, like an inner part of him was fighting to tell me something. His grip on my neck loosened a little. He didn't say a word. Instead he got a cold, hard look in his eyes, one that scared me. One that I never wanted to see in his brown eyes ever again. Within a millisecond, he was back in the kitchen, meters away from me. His pale hand reached across the bench and curled his fingers around the car keys. He managed a nod, and then he was gone. Leaving me behind without a car.
I didn't know if it was caused by lack of oxygen, or the fact that I could temporarily feel again, I passed out.
*****
I awoke in an uncomfortable position, still sprawled on the stairs. I twisted my neck from side to side, cracking it. I stood up and sprinted down the stairs. I almost couldn't believe that it had really happened. That Ian was really alive and that he was really here. If I had feelings I wouldn't know whether to be glad he was gone, or hysterical! He'd tried to kill me! But he'd held back. Something stopped him, and I supposed that was a good thing. Scar had said that the way he'd been brought back was horrific and unspeakable. She'd also told me Ian would be different, and different he most certainly was. He still had his usual looks and still carried himself with a sense of confidence, but that look in his eyes had spoken of the demons that were inside him, fighting to be free. I had to find a way to help him.
I picked up the phone and dialed the first number that came to mind. Scar, naturally. She answered in a heartbeat. 'Lily! What's wrong?! .....Calm down!....Take a breath!' She spluttered against my near hysterical, rambled explanation. 'Calm your farm!' She shouted, snapping me out of it. I stopped talking. 'Thank you.' Scar breathed. 'Now will you tell me what's the matter?'
'It's true. He's back. He's here. I saw him. He tried to kill me. I'm freaking out...demons...have to save him..' I trailed off. Scar sucked in a deep breath.
'You say what?' She asked, just as in shock as I was. 'He tried to kill you?! Oh God, now we re-' she didn't finish her sentence. I heard her muffled screams and the phone being thrown around a bit.
'Scar!' I yelled to no response. 'Scar!' I repeated. This time an all too familiar voice responded. 'If you want her back alive, then you won't look for her.
'She'll be returned when we're finished. I mean it. Don't. Look.' Ian's cold and demanding voice ordered. I growled at him.
'I don't care what you tell me to do. I will find you both.' I swore.
Ian chuckled a grim, evil little laugh. 'Yeah. Whatever. Good luck.' And with that, he hung up on me.
In a fit of rage I threw my very, very expensive phone at the wall and cringed as it shattered into pieces. If I could feel, I would've cried, but instead, I knocked myself into action. I ran upstairs and got dressed (yeah, I was still in a towel) in my finest black skinny's with black heels, a white tank and my favorite leather jacket. Right now, many people wouldn't justify getting dressy, but I felt the need to look like a total and complete badass when I busted in on my mum's little party she had going.
I was going to kick her ass. And then James' ass. And then I was going to find Scar, and she'd find a way to fix Ian, all the while, whilst I try to kick his ass. I ran back downstairs, flicked off the lights and grabbed the keys to my second child. The second child my father did not know about. The second child nobody knew about. As I stepped into the garage and then by extent, the shed, I took the cover off my black Ducati. I climbed pushed it out into the driveway, closed the roller door and put my earphones in, making sure that I had some good Van Halen playing as the bike roared to life. I slipped her into gear and sped down the street.
There was going to be no mercy. Not for Mother, not for James. And when I got my hands on Ian, well, I was going to get those car keys back. Assbut.
AFTER THIS CHAPTER THE STORY WILL BE CALLED 'DEATH'S SPIRIT AND DEMONIC SHADOW'.
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