| CHAPTER 52 : TATTOO |
"...so then this guy lights himself on fire and jumps into the pool just in time to save himself from burning up."
My mouth dropped open, "All that just to get the attention of the girl he liked?"
Hubby smiled, "Pretty sick, right?"
I nodded, taking a sip of the sparkly drink in my hand. This was an average high school party with music blaring all around and people dancing here and there. Hubby, his friends and I were sitting at a table chatting amongst ourselves.
"What about you, Blondie?" a girl, named Abby, asked, "any interesting stories you got to tell?"
I shrugged, sighing, "Nothing much."
The group went 'Ooo' teasingly.
"Somebody got some boy issues." A guy smirked at me; his name was supposed to be Christen from what I remember.
"C'mon, girl. Tell us." Abby nudged my side.
Another sigh came out my lips, "Okay, okay. Well, he's really cruel. Like really cruel and talks about killing people all the time. He tried killing me too. He grabbed my neck and he tried looking at my boobs!" I gasped at the end making everyone at the table gasp too.
"I know, right!" I shook my head.
"Bitch, tell us what happened," Christen asked, mouth open as he waited for me to continue.
"He's a werewolf with extreme anger issues. And he's so lonely," I giggled, "he won't even admit it. He doesn't know it, but I know he wants his family back. He's really hot too. Like really really hot. If you see him you'd die to lick his abs."
"Damn, honey. He sounds delicious." Another girl, Gabriella, fanned herself.
"So are you two dating?" Hubby asked, passing me another drink.
I took a sip of that drink before speaking, "He says we're engaged," I shrugged, "I don't see a ring. Do you see a ring?"
They shook their heads.
"Damn he sounds like a psychopath." Hubby shook his head.
"He is actually," I spoke,
He shrugged, "Well as long as you're happy." He clinked glasses with me.
We continued talking about more stuff and they all cheered and hollered on me when I stood on the table with Abby and Christen and danced to the music. Laughter would come out of my mouth now and then and I couldn't keep the smile off my face. I danced with my new friends without giving it a break. Gosh, when did I ever have this fun?
When we danced till our feet hurt, we went back to our table and plopped down and continued talking again. Christen started sobbing in between and Abby muttered a 'Still not over a break-up' to me.
A hand lightly tapped my butt when I stood. I turned around and came face to face with a guy my age. He had brown eyes and a nasty kind of smirk plastered on his face.
"Keep your hands to yourself." I glared at him.
"Wanna dance with me?" he asked, moving to touch my collar.
I moved back, "I'm already committed to someone."
"Uh-huh, who?"
"He's not here. He got lost and doesn't remember my phone number," I gasped, "He's kidnapped, isn't he?" my bottom lip wobbled.
"Drunk talks," the guy smirked, leaning forward towards me, "I love drunk talks."
Hubby and Christen stood up from their seats and stood on either side of me as a barrier.
"Yo, we respect the ladies here, kay?" Christen glared at him.
"Go find some slut, Blondie here is already taken." Hubby glared.
"Yeah, bozo, go find a slut." I smirked before sighing and leaning my head against Hubby's shoulder, "My poor boy is kidnapped. He must be feeling so alone and scared right now."
"S' alright, girl. We'll help you find him." He patted my head.
My head perked up, "Really?"
He smiled and nodded before glaring at the smirk jerk, "Now piss off."
The smirk jerk just crossed his hands against his chest, "but I want newbies. Sluts are already good at that."
"Well you ain't getting a newbie here, so just get lost." Christen glared.
A hand grabbed my arm from behind and jerked me around. A gasp came out of my lips but that was short-lived when icy blue eyes pierced mine in a hard glare.
I jumped on King Alpha and wrapped my hands around his neck with my legs around his torso. His hands were quick to hold me up before I fell.
"What the fu-"
"You're alright!" I gushed, grinning ear to ear.
I jumped off him and grabbed Hubby's face making him look at King Alpha's large and tall figure. King Alpha frowned at all of us, glaring too.
"Hubby look, that's my actual hubby." I grinned, proudly.
"Gurl, you were right," Gabriella swooned, "I do wanna lick his abs."
"I know, right." I agreed, nodding.
"Where the fuck did you run off to?" King Alpha demanded, "And how the fuck did you get here?"
"Hola señor," Christen looked at King Alpha with dreamy eyes, "¿cómo está? quieres bailar, babydoll?" he kissed King Alpha cheek.
Before Christen's lips could touch King Alpha's cheeks, King Alpha swatted his face away.
"Ugh, nasty humans." King Alpha grouched.
Christen smiled more dreamily.
King Alpha looked so strong and dangerous between all these high schoolers. His hard glass eyes could pierce anyone with only a single glance. He should be kept in a museum where people can stare and get butterflies in their stomachs.
"Who had kidnapped you, King Alpha?" tears formed in my eyes, "I was so worried that I would never see you again."
"What are you talking about?" King Alpha frowned, "did someone hurt you?"
"No," I sniffled, "but that guy touched my marvellous booty." I pointed at the smirk jerk.
King Alpha's glare turned to the guy, "Really?"
Smirk jerk went pale.
"Yeah, he even called me a newbie," I snorted, "I had sex when I was five," I stated proudly, "I ain't a newbie. You are!" I smirked at smirk jerk.
Yeah, I just roasted him so good.
Mic drop.
"So Blondie tells us you're seven hundred years old," Abby spoke up, gazing up at King Alpha while sipping a drink. She shrugged, whispering to me "he does look a bit old."
"I do not," King Alpha frowned at her, offended, "I'm a living sexy twenty-year-old. You're the one with the grey hair."
"My hair's Platinum blonde." Abby snorted, before muttering to me, "Girl, you sure your man isn't colour blind?"
I gasped, worried, "I don't know. Should I take him to a doctor?"
Abby nodded, worried too.
King Alpha huffed, "Fun time's over," he grabbed my arm, "we're leaving."
"But I want my friends," I whined, clutching onto Hubby's t-shirt.
Hubby gave me a sorry look, "It's for the best, girl," he kissed my cheek, "hopefully we'll meet again."
Tears filled my eyes as I said goodbye to all my friends while King Alpha just stood there with a look that says, 'what the fuck is even going on here?'
I finally let King Alpha pull me away and out of the house, sighing sadly to myself.
"You never let me have any fun." I huffed.
"You're still high on that vampire blood, aren't you?" he raised an eyebrow, stopping and turning towards me. He grabbed my chin and turned my face up to him, inspecting me. He wrinkled his nose, "Smell like cheap alcohol too."
My eyes found his full and pink lips and I quickly reached in and pecked his lips.
He blinked, leaving my chin in surprise, while I giggled, holding a hand to my mouth.
"What was that for?" he asked, his fingers brushing his lips.
I shrugged, "Your mouth was close to mine."
"Good excuse." He shook his head before a smirk lifts his face, "if you want to kiss me, I'll be more than happy to grant your wish. You don't need to make excuses."
I frowned in confusion, "But that wasn't an excuse. Your mouth was like really close to mine. So I kissed it."
"So what if some other guy's mouth was close to yours?" He raised an eyebrow.
The heat from his body seeped to my skin and I closed my eyes, leaning in and letting my body fall on him.
"What the fuck are you doing?" he sighed, his arms under my armpits to hold me up.
I breathed in his scent. Mmm soap and cologne.
"You're smelling me?" He asked.
"I'm smelling you." I nodded.
We stayed like this for a peaceful moment before he snatched my hands away from his zipper.
"C'mon let's go home and sleep the drugs off." He pulled me away from him.
I pouted, "I was hugging you."
He guided me towards the car, "Hug me in bed."
I smiled, "Okay."
King Alpha opened the passenger door for me, holding it for me to get in.
"Such a gentleman." I laughed getting in the car.
"Shut up." He rolled his eyes and shut the door, moving to the driver's seat.
Before he could open the door, I spotted a tattoo parlour and gasped in excitement, throwing open the door and running towards the parlour.
"Ezlynn!" King Alpha called after me.
I pushed open the parlour door and stepped in, gazing around in amazement.
"Hoya, how can I help you?" A skinny hippie guy at the counter smiled at me.
"I want a tattoo." I grinned.
"No, you don't." King Alpha appeared on the door, glaring at me.
"I do so," I told him before turning towards the parlour guy, "You see I got sucked into this video game called Jumanji and I had three lives. My life count was tattooed on my wrist. I'm going to cheat the game and tattoo more lives on so I can never die," I grinned.
The parlour guy gave me a serious look, "This seems like an important mission."
"Very important." I nodded.
King Alpha pinched the bridge of his nose.
"Come sit right here, beautiful." The guy walked over to a chair and tapped on it for me to sit. I grinned and sat on the chair.
"Now tell me what kind of a tattoo you want and where." He said while grabbing his tattoo gun.
My eyebrows pulled into a frown as I thought about what I really want. My eyes landed on King Alpha. He stood leaning against the counter, with his arms crossed, not paying attention to me and gazing around the frames which had tattoo designs on them. His caramel hair fell onto his forehead and his eyes looked kind of exhausted. He looked like someone straight out of an action thriller movie.
An idea popped into my head, and I turned towards the tattoo guy with a wide toothy smile. I gestured to him to give me something to write on. I scribbled in the exact kind of tattoo I want when he handed me a pen and paper. I knew King Alpha could hear me from any corner, so it was no use in whispering to the tattoo guy.
The tattoo guy read the paper and raised an eyebrow at me, "You sure?"
I nodded, "Yup."
"You know you can't get rid of the tattoo once it's done, right? The removing process is really painful."
"I'm this," I stretched my arms wide on either side of my body, "sure."
He shrugged and nodded, "Okay."
"You know putting on a tattoo hurts too?" King Alpha smirked at me, his attention on me.
"I know," I sighed, "but I've always wanted a tattoo. Everyone looks tough with tattoos so I'm gonna look drop-dead dangerous when I'm done. Just like you." I smiled.
"Like me, huh?"
"Yup."
"We'll see."
"You're not gonna stop me?" I raised an eyebrow, "I thought you would put me to sleep with that glowy eye thing."
"You want a tattoo so why do I care plus I'm not your dad. You can masturbate for all I care."
I scrunched my nose, "Do you have to say those stuff?"
He smirked.
The tattoo guy came back with his tools and sat beside me. He rolled up the sleeves of my leather jacket, exposing my arm to him.
He started up the tattoo gun and my heart went flying out of my chest and when he embedded the gun on my skin, my soul went next. I thrashed for the first few minutes until King Alpha rolled his eyes and came to pin my body down.
I almost passed out as time went by. King Alpha was scrolling through his phone with one hand and still pinning my body down with another.
"Is it done?" I gasped when I felt another stinging pain.
"We're not even halfway done, sweetie."
A smirk lifted King Alpha's face, "Told you, it hurts." He taunted without looking up from his phone.
I squeezed my eyes shut and accepted my death with open arms. Take me away Angel of Death!
An hour later which felt like years, the tattoo guy finally shut off his gun and smiled proudly at his work.
"All done, beautiful."
I finally opened my eyes, taking in a huge breath of relief.
"Finally! No more pain. Amen Jesus."
"Finally," King Alpha rolled his eyes, slipping his phone into his pocket, "now get your ass out. I'm taking no more care of your high ass crap."
"Aren't you gonna get a tattoo?" I asked, peeling myself off the chair and standing on my feet.
He raised an eyebrow, "Why would I have a tattoo?"
I shrugged, "I don't know, don't you wanna look cool or something?"
"Ez, I already look more than cool." He flexed his biceps.
I laughed, "I know but-"
His eyes fell on the tattoo on my arm.
"What the fuck?" His eyes blazed with a furious expression masking his face, "What the fuck did you get?" he almost yelled.
"What?" I asked gazing at my new tattoo, "Doesn't it look good?"
His eyes flickered from blue to golden, golden to blue. He placed his hand on his head and squeezed his eyes shut as if he were going through a terrible headache.
"What's wrong?" I asked, reaching out to touch his shoulder.
His hand shot up and halted my hand mid-air before I could touch him.
He rammed his other hand through his hair, looking so troubled and furious, "Ezlynn, Ezlynn, Ezlynn, you stupid, idiotic, extremely dumb human, what the fuck did you get that tattoo for?"
"I like it." I defended.
He placed his hand on his face, taking in deep breaths as if trying to calm himself down. There was silence in the parlour for a few moments. The parlour guy seemed to have left through the backdoor without us noticing. When King Alpha calmed down and seemed to have control over himself, he looked back at me and glared at the tattoo on my arm.
"What the fuck does 'Elias's Ride' mean?"
I looked at the tattoo designed on my arm. The words 'Elias's Ride' was written in a neat and bold font. Beside it, the shape of a girl was tattooed with her in a walking motion, holding a rope in her hand. The rope was tied around a man's waist behind the woman. The tattoo made it seemed like the girl was pulling the man behind her to wherever she was going.
I smiled, "I love it."
"Why did you get my name?" he frowned, "and don't tell me that's you dragging me behind you with a rope."
I giggled, "Chill, pal. It's just a tattoo."
"What does Ride mean?"
"Oh, you know?" I snorted, "Something-something."
He ran a hand through his face, sighing deeply, "What the fuck did you do, Ez?" he grumbled, "I'm gonna fucking kill Diego for this."
"So aren't you getting a tattoo?" I asked.
"No."
"Oh come on. Just one."
"No."
"A small one?"
"No."
"Please?"
"No."
"Just an eenie minie one?"
"No."
Silence.
He looked at me.
"What are you doing? Are those puppy eyes? Yup, those are puppy eyes. You can't work those eyes on me, Ez...stop it. Ezlynn, stop."
A few tears rolled down my cheek.
"Okay! Okay! Fuck's sake, I'll get a tattoo." He threw his hands up.
"Yes!" I jumped up.
He rolled his eyes, grumpily seating himself on the chair, "Let's make this quick."
"Hippie guy! My hubby here wants a tattoo!" I yelled.
"Don't call me that." King Alpha grumbled.
"What? Hubby?" I asked.
"Yeah."
"Okay then, Hippie guy, Sugar here wants a tattoo!"
A bark of laughter caught my attention, and I turned my head around to see King Alpha full-on laughing.
"What?" I asked.
"Oh my god," he regained himself, "Seriously? I'm gonna wait until you're sober. You're not gonna get me to shut up from how much I'm gonna tease you after this."
"What?" I asked, confused, "what did I say?"
He shook his head as the tattoo guy came.
"So what tattoo do ya want?" he asked King Alpha.
King Alpha's eyes rolled upwards as he thought before shrugging, "how about just tattoo the word 'Blondie' since she got my name on her arm?"
I grinned, excited, "Really?"
He rolled his eyes, "Yeah."
I wanted to get on the table and dance in joy. Could I do that? Nah that table's too high. I might fall and crack my head open.
Another half an hour passed as the tattoo guy tattooed the word 'Blondie' in a large cursive font on King Alpha's arm which covered his whole forearm. King Alpha didn't grimace, didn't flicker, didn't even wince the whole time. He practically sat like a statue the entire time.
When the tattoo was done, I jumped in joy at the word 'Blondie' written in such a beautiful font.
King Alpha paid the tattoo guy and looked relieved to step out of the parlour, hauling me out with the back of my jacket.
"Let's go home now."
I stopped, jumping up and down, "But I don't wanna go home. I wanna go to the dark jungle thing where people say everyone dies and never return. Let's go there." I said and grabbed his arm pulling him behind me.
My body jerked back when he didn't even move a centimetre and stood like a statue.
"We're not going anywhere." He said, glaring at me sternly.
"But why not?"
"It's one in the night, Blondie. We're not going anywhere except back to Saludom."
I pouted, "But I really want to go. Plus I'm so hyper. Ugh, I wanna do five cartwheels. Wanna do with me? I can even do a backflip. Weird, right? I surprisingly know how to do a front flip too. And an aerial and a split--"
"Shut up." He snapped, annoyed.
"So can we go?" I asked after a moment of silence.
He looked ready to grab my neck and twist it backwards.
"Fine." He gritted his teeth.
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Date: 28 August 2021