The Huntress' Name (sequel to The Huntress)

Chapter 4- Porcelain

"Good, maybe this is the only way you'll listen."

As he took another step forward I stepped back. I felt the wall directly behind me now. I had no where to go, I was completely trapped. I knew it would be pointless to try and side step, he was faster than me and I had no idea what he would do right now. He was completely unpredictable. 

For the first time in over five years I sent a silent prayer up. Not for me, but for him. A prayer that I'd get my James, my Jared back. 

"This isn't who you are," I whispered. 

"Not who I am? How do you know who I am?"

"Because I know you."

"You knew Jared. This isn't Jared, this is James. I knew Electra and even she wasn't as stupid and reckless as Eliza."

"It's just a name!" I shouted. "It doesn't change who you are, who we are. Not to the world, and not to each other."

"Then why does it seem like Eliza has given up all hope? Why is she stupid enough to want to walk straight into that group and essentially hand herself over? Is she suicidal? Does she not care what will happen to her? Does she not care about those around her and what it would do to them? Does she not care about James?" He was seething by this point, and his words struck me like a dagger plunging into my heart. 

I didn't think, it just happened. I felt the stinging in my hand before I registered that I'd just slapped him across the face. 

"Fuck you," I spat. 

When his head turned back and his eyes opened they were wide and the yellow glow was gone. 

"How dare you even ask me that. I came to you with this so I could talk with you about it. I could have gone behind your back, I very well could have but I wanted to talk it through with you first. I didn't come here with it so you could go all wolfy on me and try to threaten me into submission. That's not how this works. 

"And how dare you ask me if I care or not. If I didn't care I would have left your ass back there in the states for the hunters. If I didn't care I would have taken care of you myself. If I didn't care I wouldn't have left my entire life behind to be with you."

My voice was coming out controlled and even but there was a force behind it, one that said I was beyond pissed. This was my version of a wolf and I knew he could feel it. 

I grabbed my jacket and the key to the room and went out the door. I had no idea where I was going, but I knew I wasn't going to stay there. There was no way I could stay in that room any longer. 

I was pulling my jacket on as I entered the stair well and made my way down. I stormed past the person at the front desk with a cheerful smile and through the door. 

I knew that the idea hadn't been the smartest, but I had just wanted him to listen to me. I just wanted a rational conversation that didn't turn into yelling and screaming. It was frustrating how every discussion that regarded the paranormal turned into a yelling match between us. 

What pissed me off the most though was that I'd been scared. 

James had made me scared of him and that wasn't something I was used to. I'd been afraid before, sure. But I'd thought he would be the one person I wouldn't have to fear. The fact that his outburst had caught me off guard, that I'd let him surprise me-

I looked up finding myself outside one of the pubs James and I frequented.

"You look like my next mistake," I said as I looked at the sign. I went in and straight up to the bar.