Temptation

Chapter Twenty-Two

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I can honestly say Alistair was my biggest temptation, he was constantly dragging me into these situations that seven months ago I couldn't see myself in. He was too much, and at the same time not enough. I felt like I was drowning, and this was a suicide mission. That I wanted to swim to the surface and take in as much air as possible, but at the same time I wanted to go deeper and deeper into that temptation to the point of suffocation. 

              I think I needed help.

              The problem with temptation though is you may not get another chance. Laurence. J. Peter's quote drifts into my head. It was entirely true. How many girls can say that a vampire mutt is about to take them out, and that this was the beginning of something beyond their wildest nightmares.  I shake it off, as I stand in the bay window of the living room, and the headlights flash into my dark living room, shining in my eyes. I check my phone, it was ten o clock exactly.

               Punctual bastard. I think to myself.

               "I'm going out with Jen!" I call upstairs, I hear my dad's solid grunt, and the clicking of his keyboard. I swear his job was Sophie, work, work, me, work. 

                I run out of the door, and into the car where Alistair is lounging in the drivers seat. "Good evening Miss Westlake," he whispers, beaming, his eyes gaze into mine. They were bright, so he wasn't thirsty. I had to pay attention now - constantly on alert. 

                 "Mr. Renwood," I nod. 

                 I buckle my seatbelt. "Would you like me to tell you the agenda?" he murmurs with a smile. 

                 I huff - was I being paranoid, or was he being extra... I don't know... polite? 

                "Go ahead," 

                "Well I was thinking that we should just along with my regular Saturday night schedule which involves me going to the bar and chilling for a while with my buds before we head off to pool halls and play awhile, then stagger through the streets pretending to be drunk and cause fights with the locals..." He looks over to see if had gotten a negative reaction.

               I keep my jaw tight and my mouth in a straight line. I had nothing to say. 

               "But if you want... we can go see a foreign film at this hipster unknown movie theatre," he says, his voice wavering a bit. He looks away from the road to gauge a response. I didn't know what I wanted to do. 

              "Which option Miss Westlake?" 

               "The first one?" 

             "Bloody hell Fallon, you're pathetic! Option two it is!"

              "What! Why? I am totally equipped for the situation at hand!" I argue. I wanted to not be afraid. If he's going to baby me this whole time then it won't really make anything better.

               "Foreign Film it is, it's up in Portland, it's really cool too, the popcorn sucks, the lighting is super dim, everything is super affordable, the place fills real quick too with people in their 25s and up. Plus the staff put the icing on the poorly baked cake, they know everything before they get big..." Alistair nods.