Shadows

Friend or Foe?

“What the hell did you think you were doing!?” he snarled

“What now?” I winced as my spine began to throb

“Flirting with my brothers” I scoffed and pulled my lips together, biting them to hold my anger back “So you don’t deny it then”

“Would it make much of a fucking difference!?” I exclaimed, screaming in his face “You have clearly made up your mind!” his placed his hands to either side of my head and moved in, dangerously close… if he tried anything then I would certainly have to knee him in the bollocks

“So you did then” he spoke in such a cool and calm manner, but his eyes betrayed him and showed a deep and searing anger

“No” he did not flinch or show any signs of guilt, so I continued “No I was not flirting with them in any shape or form, I had a chat with your mother… who by the way told me all of your ages, I was feeling a little gloomy so I took a walk outside, I sat by the fountain to take in the stuff we talked about and other things… then Darius came over and suggest I play football with them… I’m glad I did… for the first time in years I actually laughed… and I felt so happy until I came face to face with you!” he retracted his hands from either side of my head, took a few steps back and turned around… I knew I had offended him, and the last few words were a lie… but I needed my statement to have an effect on him… which it did… but not in the way I wanted.

  He stood there for a long time before turning back around to face me, his eyes almost watery with guilt but in the blink of an eye he was once more gone. Moments later the familiar clink of heels began to sound their way through the vast hall, I was however not pleased to see the person they belonged to, it was none other than Candice… she had changed outfit since I saw her earlier, she was now wearing a golden knee length dress with matching shoes and a little tiny bow fashioned in her hair… she really did know how to wear things that did nothing for her figure, upon seeing me she looked almost displeased as I was

“Still alive are we?”

“Very much so” I replied dryly

“Have you seen Dante?” she chirped, man this woman needs to give the guy some personal space…

“Just left” I jerked my head towards the stairs

“What did he want with… you” she scanned her eyes all over me before she uttered the last word

“Oh just a little chit chat love” I falsely chirped, taking in mind that this conversation might as well be over I turned to the stairs but was stopped by a pinching, clawed hand around my wrist “Get off me”

“Don’t talk to him” she squeezed harder which almost made me yelp out in pain, I spun back around so that I was face to face with her

“Get…of…me” I growled through gritted teeth

“Gonna cry bitch” her eyes narrowed in humour as she tried to mock and intimidate me

“Candice! Get off her!” I spun around to see Dante at the top of the stairs, his chest heaving and his expression dark

“Why, she’s just dinner to me” with that she lunged forward, sinking her teeth deep into my neck… I wasn’t able to scream and she made sure I couldn’t fight back by pinning both my arms down… I felt weak in the knees as she began to suck… drinking blood… my blood… not even bile was able to rise to my throat this time…

“Candice!” a multiple of voices screeched, moments later she was ripped from my neck hissing and cursing, my blood running down her neck… my knees felt too weak to support me, but moving forward to lean on the banister I stumbled and fell.

   Muscled arms caught me in mid fall, as I looked up I was both relieved and saddened to find Dante staring at me with wide and petrified eyes, all I could manage was a very weak smile at him

“Hey… I got you…” he whispered, lifting me up he began to carry me… I could feel the burning gazes of the others as we ascended, I didn’t want to look at them for fear of seeing pity in their eyes. He took me all the way to my room, practically kicked open the door and led me on my bed

“Don’t go” I said as I grabbed onto his sleeve “Please”

“I won’t if you don’t want me to… but I thought you didn’t like seeing me” I could feel the anguish and hurt in his voice as he spoke

“I was angry…”

“Why?” he sat down on the edge of the bed

“Because… because you were being an ass and accusing me of hitting on your brothers when I’m not remotely interested” I rolled over on the bed, wincing as my neck throbbed

“Sorry…” he breathed and I felt the bed bounce as he jumped back and sprawled across it “But it did look like it”

“Shut up” I snorted “If all you’re going to do is hound me then you can get out”

“Feisty aren’t you” he mocked, I didn’t need to look at him to know he was smirking

“Only when I need to be” he gave a little ‘humph’ before crawling along the bed til he was face to face with me, wiping a strand of hair from my face he stared at me with gentle and warm eyes, I felt my cheeks burn red so I averted my eyes but he just chuckled and moved closer

“Vicki..” he breathed and I looked up at him, he looked so lost

“What?”

“Do you want to go home?”