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#2
Dex was going to feel my wrath. And trust me when I say that I had a lot of it.It had been merely five minutes since the call came in and I rushed over to Dex's house not to see if he was okay, though I did secretly want to make sure that he was even if I'd never tell him that, but only to punch him in the face and call him a fucking idiot in front of the whole God damn neighborhood. Now why would I want to do that again? Well, it's simple. Dex is a dick. And he always will be.
I parked my car - which I had gotten back from the shop only a few days ago - and glared at Dex as I walked over to him. He was sitting in the back of an ambulance, wrapped in a blanket, looking completely fine with the exception of all the ash smudged onto his face. I folded my arms as I stopped a few feet in front of him. He sported the most stupid look. And by "look" I mean the expression of his stupid little face. A smile. A smile. And who's house had he lit on fire, again? It sure as hell wasn't a neighbor's.
"Hey..." He muttered almost embarrassingly. "I didn't expect you to get here so... quick." I just stared at him, arms folded, eyes narrowed. "You, uh, wanna go get dinner after this?"
"What the hell were you doing, Dex? I told you to knock that shit off already."
"What... shit?"
"You know damn well what I'm talking about. Those stupid experiments you just had to indulge in." I lowered my voice into a whisper as I walked closer to him, leaning my face towards his to try to intimidate him. It worked. It always would. "The Germans can do their own God damn experiments. I told you that. They have the tools, they have the correct surroundings, but you didn't listen to me did you? You just had to let curiosity get the best of you, and look what you did. You practically burned down your own God damn house. How stupid can you be Dex?"
I turned around and shook my head at his own stupidity. How had he not seen this coming? How had I not seen this coming?
"Get in." I said in a low voice as I pointed to the passengers seat of my car. Dex frowned upon my command.
"But the police where about to ask me-"
"Get in. Now." I was cold about it, and Dex froze due to the tone of my voice. He got up, leaving the blanket behind and hopping into the seat next to me. "With you're luck, you won't be thought to be dead like you should've done during the fire. The worse case scenario, you're parents file in a missing child report and your face will be on every billboard in the city."
"Great. So now where are we going? To the woods so you can murder me in cold blood?"
"Now why would I do that?" I asked innocently.
"I don't know, you tell me." I shook my head at Dex and made a right turn.
"We're going to Michele's."
"Wait, the diner?"
"Yeah, the diner. What did you think? I'd take you to someone named Michele for some crazy ass reason?"
"Well..."
"Don't go there. At all. Ever."
"Fine. But I am not prepared to go in to eat. Can't we like just go through a drive-through and then head to the hills?"
"Why you shut up and stop your bitching, already? We're not going in to eat. I'm only picking up my order. But while you're at it with your self-consciousness, find my makeup bag and wipe off your face. You look like you've been wrestling with flames. And also take off that ugly ass vest of yours. It should've burned with the rest of your house."
Dex said nothing as he searched my backpack for my makeup, wiping off his face when he found the makeup remover wipes. Sure the ash wasn't makeup, but it was the best thing I had, and the only thing. I could only imagine what had actually happened at Dex's house as he experimented. I had only talked to him over the phone, but in words - and yells and screams - it was hard not to imagine a hell worth a million words.
. . . . . . .
"How about we go out tonight before meeting you-know-who?" Dex asked as I watched carefully from my window upstairs as Lenny and my mother left for the weekend. It was a Friday, which meant Dylan had football game at six, which also meant, I was going to a football game at six."It depends what time. Dylan has his stupid game tonight, and you know how that is..."
"Yeah. He's going to drag your ass to the game and you're going to pretend you didn't love it, when in reality you were drooling the whole time over the head cheerleader."
"I call 'bullshit.'"
"You always call 'bullshit' when you don't get your way."
"Bullshit."
"So... Dinner?"
"Did you miss the part where Dylan has his game?"
"An early dinner then? Like a lunch, but considered a dinner? I bet he'll be able to meet us at an earlier time, either way."
"Only if you can guarantee that, then I'll go out to dinner with you. If not, you're all alone. With him."
"You'd love that, wouldn't you?"
"Maybe."
"Yeah, yeah. Either way, I'm not going without you."
"Why? Because you know I'll ask you all sorts of questions and make fun of you and call you names because you met a guy in the woods in private?"
"That's half of it. But also because he likes you more than me. If you're there, we have more leisure. You can work like a non-lesbian, right?"
"Every day."
"So it'll be much easier if you came with."
"Easier?"
"Easier... and more likely to get what we want."
"Whatever..."
There was a silence as I logged onto my computer to check the status of our blog. There were so many comments on our latest update. Ever since the incident, Dex and I had felt the need to tell the world that the supernatural was in fact NOT real. Why were we lying? Well, simple. It was to maintain balance. If people believed our lies, they'd be safer from everything, and the world would be more balanced with human being not trying to break in and find ghosts and goblins and whatever the hell the rest of the things were.
"Oh, shit!" Dex yelled into the phone. I jumped at the loudness of his voice and stopped typing.
"What's wrong?"
"Uh, Emelija, I'll call you back in a few minutes." Dex ended the call abruptly and I was left to my imagination. Again.
. . . . . . .
"What the hell is going on, Dex? What happened?""Um... Em, you should probably come over. It's not good."
"What's not good? What happened, Dex?"
"I didn't listen to you."
"Oh, God, what did you do?"
"Em... I think I just burned my house to the ground.
. . . . . . .
"I wonder how they make their fries. How they cut them, I mean..." Dex went on as we sat in my car at the top of a hill. I had to admit, I wasn't one for scenery of any kind, but with the sun falling down onto the horizon and the lights of the city turning on, it looked beautiful. Gorgeous almost."Can we not talk about the fucking fries for once?" I asked Dex a little too harshly as I tapped my nails on the leather steering wheel. Dex sighed and leaned back in his seat, quiet as ever.
"What the hell do you want to talk about then? The fact that I made a mistake, and paid the price? Em, we all pay prices, we all make mistakes. I'm not a robot. Or a supernatural being."
I looked at my watch and stopped my tapping. Where the hell was he? It was already half past and we had yet to hear from him.
"Get out."
"What?"
"I said get out." Dex followed my command and got out, trailing behind me as I walked out into the woods.
"Em. This isn't a good-"
"Shut up."
"Em...
"I said shut up."
"Em, we could killed out here. Why don't we just-"
I cut him off by placing a hand to his mouth and pushing him into a tree. My eyes were like slits - or at least they felt like it - as I looked at him. My heart was racing. My head was pounding. My life was at stake. But so was Jerry's. His life was hanging by a thread, a thread that was only Dex and I. I swallowed.
I avoided the dead branches and twigs that could break under my weight. One wrong move, I was dead. I could almost guarantee that.
How? Simple. Jerry was stealthy. I couldn't deny that. But he was never late, either. He was always right on time, no matter the traffic, the weather, he always seemed to be there right on time.
My breath caught in my throat as I stared at him.
No blood. Wrinkled skin. Sharp edges. Shrunk body. No fluids. All descriptions of the young man Dex and I had used as bait. And we hadn't even known that.
Jerry.
"Em?" Dex said behind me. He had noticed I had stopped cold, whether my body or breathe, it didn't matter. I looked away from the now empty body to see a pair of orange eyes looking back at me. If one hadn't known better, he'd be thought to be a cat. But he wasn't. He was a monster. A monster who was about to mar the balance between the plains of the supernatural and the living. I swallowed.
"When I say 'go...'" I started as I felt Dex come closer to me. "Run!"
Neither of us could afford confusion, so I grabbed Dex's hand and held it tightly as I dragged him behind me. I was panting not only with the physical activity, but out of pure fear.
"Get in." This time Dex did nothing to disobey me as he and I jumped into my car and began to drive off. Dex was more tense than he had been in his entire life. And I had to say the same thing about myself. It was almost an instant reaction to loosen up when hitting the main road.
"What...was that?" Dex said between breaths. I looked over at him and couldn't help but smile at our new discovery.
"That's our new project..." I stated. Dex looked at me wearily. "Vampires."
"Okay, so what if this... thing that killed Jerry was actually a vampire? Do you really expect the internet to help you trap and kill it?"
"First of all," I spoke as I continued typing on my laptop, "I'm not going to 'trap and kill it.' That would just fuck up the balance between the supernatural and human planes even more than this vampire is doing. Second of all, I'm not searching anything on the internet. I'm searching on the German database. The doctor's in the security center have a blind site. There's only one way to see it. Searching the passcode."
"Then what's stopping regular people from guessing it?" Dex asked. I smiled and held up a badge.
"They aren't specified VIP members." Dex rose his brow and took the badge from my hand, looking at it as if to study it.
"Where the hell did you get this?"
"Sabia gave it to me. She cares more for me than I feel my mother does. Despite the fact that she almost killed me." Dex didn't say anything, which was a sign that he was sympathizing with me. Ever since Friedrich's death, Sabia had slowly, but surely, fallen apart. Dex and I were the only ones keeping her alive. That was until she found Marie, also known as her best friend, and basically had a happily ever after. Almost.
"So, what do the doctor's tell you about vampires?"
"Like usual, they suck blood. But they can only survive off of human blood, that we know of, and their lifespan without it lasts for only a few weeks. A month at the most. Uh... according to most of these cases, they suck out all the blood of their victim to leave them in a heaping dry pile, just like Jerry. But they also differ between locations."
"What do you mean 'differ?'" Dex asked. I took a breath.
"Each... pack, as they're called here, has certain traits to help them survive in their area. It says here that vampires native to desert areas have the ability to reflect light, blinding victims, keeping the water inside of their bodies, and keeping out the heat."
"So they don't burn in light like the movies?"
"None of them do. Except for the Island Vampires."
"Island Vampires?"
"Yeah. Vampires native to a certain islands in the Pacific."
"Why the Pacific?" Dex asked, leaning over my shoulder to see the screen. I shrugged.
"It doesn't say. The only thing it does say is that almost everyone who has encountered them hasn't made it out alive."
Dex sighed and walked away to sit on the edge of my bed. He ran a hand through his messy hair and put his elbow on his knee.
"What does it say about humidity and forests?" I looked back at the screen and searched for it.
"Uh... vampires located in humid locations feed more off of lust than they do blood. On the other hand, the ones located in forests are well-adapted to climb trees and break the laws of gravity."
"So basically, we're dealing with a vampire that feeds off of lust and blood, and can climb trees and walk up walls." It wasn't a question. "Isn't there some list of weaknesses?"
I looked back to the screen to only be rewarded with a pain in my chest. I turned around in the swirling chair and swallowed, shaking my head when Dex looked up at me. He clenched his fists tightly, obviously wanting to punch something, but luckily refrained. He lied back on my bed, his feet still on the floor, but his eyes targeted at my light fixture, which was currently off while the lamp at my desk was on.
My bedroom door began to open, almost in slow motion, and I could've sworn that my heart stopped as I threw my body in awkward directions to close my laptop. I did not want whoever was at my door to see what Dex and I were doing. Or for anyone to think I was more unstable than they already thought. Vampires weren't exactly on my family's list of sane things.
"Dex..." My mother spoke, peeking in. "Thank God. Your mother just called me. Your house got set on fire earlier today, she couldn't find you. Thank God you're here. Dylan!" My mother turned back and called for my "brother." She smiled brightly at the brunette as he walked in. I glared at him after my mother left.
"Emelija. Dex."
"Dylan..." Dex and I spoke in completely sync. Dylan had definitely gotten used to Dex and I and our crazy twin-like attitude. But this speaking in sync thing when he was around, he'd never get used to. It was written all over his poor, teenage face.
"What are you doing here, Dylan?" I asked coldly. He smiled and walked to my window and sat down on the bench that framed it from the inside.
"Nothing much. Just following Mom's order's." He smirked. I rose my brow.
"And what was Carol's orders, now?"
"To watch you two. To make sure you two didn't, you know, get too close for comfort. Since Dex is staying the night and you're both under aged."
Dex, who had been lazily lying on my bed, jolted up to glared at Dylan.
"Really? Is that what Carol thinks is going to happen?" I spoke up. Dex didn't move a muscle as he continued to glare at Dylan, who promptly showed him the same expression.
"Well you are good a sneaking him into your room at odd hours." Dylan said, pointing to Dex, who continued still to glare at him.
"What would you know about 'odd hours?'"
"Last week. Thursday. Ten o'clock."
"And what do think I was doing at ten o'clock last Thursday?"
"I think that you know what I think. You did go to Dex's house last Thursday, didn't you? Around... ten at night."
"So. Maybe I did. That doesn't mean anything."
"Oh, really? Because what I remember in seventh grade was that when a man and a woman get together and-"
"Okay, seriously. Leave. Like now."
"Did I offend you?"
"No, you offended my friendship with Dex. So why don't you get the hell out now?"
Dylan sported a smirk as he looked at me. "Wow. Sex really shouldn't be embarrassing, Emelija. It's natural for all things to do it." I glared at him.
"The door's right there."
"You know, if we weren't siblings by marriage, you'd be all over me." I cringed at the thought.
"In your dreams." I said as he got up. "Alchie."
"Pill Popper."
"Dipsomaniac."
"Virgin."
"Prostitute."
"Liar."
"Cheat."
"Fake."
"Plastic."
Dylan leaned in close to me and smiled. "Sorry, Emmy. But I'm not going anywhere. Why would I turn down an offer like this? Especially when I'm being paid?"
It was by far the most awkward moment of my life. With Dex's family staying for the week, Carol and Jessica - mine and Dex's mothers - were more paranoid than a fly in a spider's web. Why the hell did my own mother think for a second that I'd have sex with Dex? First of all, he was my best friend. Second, we were literally in the same house with both of our family's. Maybe I was a little off my rockers, but I wasn't that crazy. If I was going to have sex with someone - not even necessarily Dex - wouldn't I at least be smart enough to somewhere else? Even if it was my car?
Third was pretty obvious. Dylan. Who while Dex and I sat on my bed and watched a movie off of my laptop, he texted his friends lamely to tell them all about how he was going to win the fucking game that night. Yes, game. I still had to go to it. And now, with Dex living with me for the week, he was being dragged to it also.
"Hey, do you want to piss your brother off?" Dex suddenly asked in the middle of the movie. He must've noticed that I was bored with the plot.
"He's not my brother." I whispered through my teeth.
"I know, but do you want to?" I wasn't sure what the hell Dex was planning, but it had to be good.
"What the hell? You only live life once, right?" Dex grinned at me, then looked over at Dylan. I turned my head to see Dylan still on his phone, completely ignoring us and our conversation - which he didn't hear either way.
I turned back right as Dex basically got on top of me. I gasped at Dex's action. I had not expected... that.
Dylan jumped at the sight, which was basically my mother's worst nightmare. Dex was on top of me, his hands pressing against my hips and his mouth kissing my jawline.
"What the hell are you doing!" He screamed, and Dex stopped, moving away from me and laughing. I quickly followed his lead, despite feeling my heart pumping quickly and my cheeks turning flaming red. Dylan's face was priceless, and all I could do was high-five Dex to not make it seem like I was as embarrassed as my sixth grade orientation.
"Your... face..." Dex could barely make out between laughs. Dylan's cheeks were red. And I mean red. Both Dex and I could see it, despite the blinds being shut tight.
Dylan stormed out of the room, leaving Dex and I to, once again, watch the boring movie God knows who picked. Seriously. Neither of us could remember who picked that movie.
As soon as I felt the awkward silence between us, I crawled the end of the bed to press the "Esc" button and see what time it was. 4 o'clock. An hour and a half before the game.
"We should probably get ready. It's going to be pretty cold tonight." Dex said. I could barely make out the stutter at the beginning of his sentences, but it was there. Maybe he had felt the awkwardness too, or maybe it was something else...
"Probably..." But before I could say anything else, Dex was gone, the door wide open. What happened? Did I say something? Did I do something? I shrugged it off like a blanket, but it was still stuck to me as I closed my laptop and changed my clothes.
Dex was right. It was chilly. Not warm, not cold, but just chilly... for us people living in Florida.
Dex's parents were thrilled to go to a game. Thrilled so much that they even tried their luck with convincing Dex to do football in college - since this was senior year and Dex missed the deadline.
The game hadn't even begun when Dex lost it. It was a public matter, but everyone could tell by the way Dex grabbed my wrist and dragged me over behind the booths.
"Why the hell can't they just accept that I don't want to do football? That I'm not a jock and I never will be?" He ranted as he walked back and forth in front of me. I sat down on the table, my feet touching the seats of the school's red, metal picnic tables. I placed my elbow onto my knee and held my head in my hand as I stared off into space. Sure, maybe listening to your best friend rant was what you were supposed to do when you had a best friend, but it didn't mean that I had to like it. Or really pay hard attention to it.
"Are you even listening?" Dex asked me.
"Yeah. Your parents want you to do football in college, but you don't want to. We get it. Everyone does. Especially the Events Committee." I said, nodding to the booths we were next to. A few girls from my class looked at me in envy when they saw Dex. I did nothing but roll my eyes.
"I just don't understand why they keep pushing me..." Dex said as he sat down next to me. We watched as the members of the Events committee filed to their seats to watch the game begin. It was minutes of silence after that. Silence between Dex and I, while loud cheering and grunting played in the background.
"Did you see that?" I asked suddenly, not sure if what I had seen was an illusion or a real thing.
"See what?"
"Orange..." I said breathlessly.
"Orange?"
I turned to face him, my heart beating quickly in my chest. "Glowing orange."
"Wait, as in...?"
Dex didn't even get the chance to finish his sentence before what I had seen through the corner of my eye was unveiled. Dex and I jolted back at the man appeared right in front of us, the man with glowing orange eyes, and teeth like a canines.
"Children, children. Tsk, tsk. Curious little things, aren't you? You do know that curiosity kills the cat, right?"
Claws were the first thing I saw, the first thing I dodged before I ran faster than ever before. All I could think about was that the more people, the less likely it would be for him to get me. That was my goal. And I failed.
I was pinned to the wall within seconds, his eyes blazing and his nails digging into my wrists. I wanted to kick him, but his body was pressed against mine, hard enough to make me gasp for breaths every minute. He smiled, his teeth flashing those same fangs even the movies depicted correctly. I swallowed. My throat was dry, and I couldn't get myself to speak.
"There, there, my darling. No need to worry. It'll only hurt for a second. Just like loosing your virginity. But what would you know about that?"
The wind blew my hair back behind my ear almost like a hand as he whispered in my ear. His lips were soft - almost like Dex's - as they trailed down my jawline and to my neck. But instead of stopping like Dex had ever so quickly, he opened his mouth and I felt his two sharp canine teeth drag against my skin, scratching it ever so slightly. I swallowed.
I felt the tips of his teeth pinch my skin, and for a moment I thought that was the only pain I would feel. But I was wrong. He bit down strongly, making me gasp as his teeth went further into my skin, opening each piercing wider to mold against his teeth. Blood drained out of me - the oddest feeling in the world as he sucked it out of me. Pain. Blood. Weak.
I grabbed his shoulders tightly - a natural instinct to keep myself from falling. I was dizzy. And I was getting weaker with ever second he had his teeth in my neck.
I closed my eyes tightly, not wanting to see the end, but rather feel it. I was going to die. I knew it.
His teeth were yanked out of my skin abruptly, ripping my flesh to make me feel more pain. I was paralyzed in fear. I didn't shout. I didn't scream. I didn't gasp this time.
I felt a pair of hands on my shoulders and I opened my eyes. My vision was blurry and misty, but I could make out the familiar face that was Dex's.
"Come on..." He said softly as he helped me up on my feet. My blurry vision was still there, but with time - and the physical assistance of Dex when we began running - my vision cleared up enough to let me know that I had just walked through the wrong door. Both of us had.
Ever player stared at us, and for once in my life, I was glad that I had worn my hair down.
"Emelija? Is that you? What are you and Dex doing here? Trying to find the storage closet?" Dylan.
"Uh, no, we were actually-" Dex stopped when I began to loose balance. I was not going to faint in the locker room. I refused to faint in the locker room.
I slammed the door open with all my strength - which was barely enough to keep me going for another three feet before I fell to my knees.
"Em." Dex muttered as he rushed over to me. "Don't, Em. Don't!" He started almost chanting as I began to loose sight again. I had used up all my strength with running, and I had lost blood. My heart was pumping, but it felt deprived. Empty. Dead. Was that normal?
I tried to stay awake, but my body was shutting down. Was this death? Or was it just fainting? I didn't know. I didn't care right then. My eyes closed on their own, Dex's voice was muted, and my whole world felt like it had sunk six feet under.
I woke up. Thank God.
I was in my car, alone I had thought at first. But moments later I saw Dex, in the front seat, head in his hands, and breath uneven.
I groaned in slight pain. My head was throbbing. My throat was burning. Everything ached.
"Em?" I heard Dex ask. I began to sit up, despite the pain I felt everywhere. I opened my eyes just as Dex came for me. In a hug.
I gasped as he put his head on the wrong side, irritating the bite mark that was from that stupid ass vampire. Dex let me go quickly, and I realized that he had jumped into the backseat - one foot on the ground, one knee in between my legs - and tears falling down his face.
"Oh my God. Are you okay?"
I let my fingers trail up to the sore, painful spot, only to feel more pain, two gaping holes, blood, and a half-taped bandage - half-taped probably due to Dex's too-eager hug. I looked at my fingers to only see red. I swallowed.
Dex looked so sorry for everything, and I wanted to say that it was okay, but I couldn't speak. I was paralyzed vocally. And I hoped to God it wasn't permanent.
He carefully pulled the rest of the bandage off and I saw for the first time the amount of blood that he had dealt with while I was out. The gauze - the only piece, I might add, that I had in my first aid kit - was cover in blood. Front and back, soaked with my DNA. Dex frowned as he set it aside on the first aid kit.
"There's no disinfectant..." Dex breathed. He looked down and I leaned my head weakly on the window.
"That's okay." I croaked. Dex looked at me, a fresh tear falling down his face. I wasn't going to die, so why did he look so... scared?
"You're bleeding. A lot." He spoke. I didn't say anything as he carefully removed his shirt to dab my neck with.
It was only the second time I had seen him like this. Half-naked that is. It was when Friedrich took us to the safe house with Sabia, when that ghost wanted to kill us both. Or all, in the end. We had to share a room. And a bed. As much as I felt it to be awkward, it had been nice.
He took the cloth off my neck to see that the bleeding had slowed down, but still his shirt was soaked. I could see him physically swallow at the evidence.
"You... You didn't hate me last time..." He spoke, and I immediately grew confused. "So please, don't hate me this time..."
I crunched my eyebrows together as he moved my hair behind my ear on the side where the other guy - who we had yet to find a name for - bit me. Dex swallowed again and looked me in the eyes. I released my eyebrows and just stared at him.
I didn't realize it until I felt his lips touch the area that hurt the most of what he was doing. Disinfecting? It was smart, and probably our only option at the moment.
I gasped at his touch, his hand that moved to touch my waist - to keep me in place - his lips that parted slowly to let his tongue trace the marks and lick my wounds - almost like a lioness with her cub. It felt so intimate. But yet, so awkward as I noted that his shirt was off and I was truly afraid of touching him, for the sake that Dylan may have been right the whole time.
I clutched my leather seats, marking them with my fingernails and tearing that one evil rip even further than it had been.
Dex's tongue on my neck was pain and torture, but all mixed with a pleasure I couldn't dream of. I closed my eyes to take it in. The stinging of his gentle strokes. The pleasure of his gentle strokes. Which was it? It couldn't be both? Or could it?
He stopped too early. The warmth of his tongue and lips escaping from my sore wounds. I opened my eyes to see Dex looking at the ground, almost like he was embarrassed. How? How could he be embarrassed. I was his best friend. Best friends don't get embarrassed in front of each other. Right?
"Dex..." I breathed, letting my head rest against the window once again. I let my eyes shut for a moment before continuing, letting them open once more to look into Dex's bluish-purple eyes. "I could never hate you for helping me."
Dex had helped me bandage up my neck as soon as we got back to my house. Luckily, neither Dex's nor my parents were there, which meant that we could fool them into thinking that we went back early because we had a school project to do. And that project would be figuring out our next steps into getting that bastard of a vampire, and then getting some much-needed rest.
"Diamonds? Are you sure?" I asked again, making sure I heard Sabia right.
"Yes. Diamonds. That's the only thing I remember from Friedrich. Why are you asking about vampires anyway? What did you get into, Emelija?"
"Nothing. It's just to make sure that if anything happens, Dex and I are totally prepared." I lied. Sabia was already risking her life by talking to me over the phone. I didn't need her to die when she found out what we were doing and fly all the way here just to get killed.
"Totally prepared? Okay, then. Is there anything else I can tell you to help you get prepared?"
"Uh...nope! We have everything we need. The site is a big help, it just didn't explain... that part."
"Okay, then. Be safe, dear. Please."
"I will. Thanks." I hung up before Sabia could speak again.
"What did she say?"
"Diamonds. Diamonds are the only thing that can kill a vampire."
"How? Showing it to them? Touching them with it?"
"It has to come in touch with their bodily fluids. Whether it's in their body at the moment or not, it has to be touching their bodily fluids."
"So... where to we get diamonds?"
"I don't know."
"We could buy a diamond ring. That would work..." Dex stated. I let my head fall into my hands. I felt... depressed. Depressed, tired, sad, hurt, in pain. It was all right there. "We could always go make an attempt to steal a neighbor's ring. That might work, right? Then again, we'd probably get caught, sent to prison, and then killed in prison by that damn vampire. Or a cell mate." Dex stopped suddenly and I could feel him looking at me. "Em...?"
"I just want to sleep." Was all I said, but Dex still understood.
"Okay... Goodnight then..." He left me to my empty room. My cold, dark, misty room. I laid my head on my pillow, my back facing the door and my front facing the window, my position avoiding the covered, disinfected bite mark on the other side of my neck. I closed my eyes and let tears fall down my face, dripping onto my pillow.
I cried myself to sleep.
And I didn't regret it once.
I didn't know how long it had been, but it was long enough to imagine that the rest of the house was asleep. Sound asleep in beds and couches, and futons on the floor - all filled with warm, tired bodies. But now, one was missing. And that was because that warm, tired body was with me.
Dex hadn't been there the whole time, in fact he had just gotten there by the time I began to wake. He had wrapped his arms around me tightly, not too tight, but still tight enough for me to feel warmth - the first warmth I had felt during my sleep as I slept on top of the covers. He wanted to place his head in the crook of my neck - I could feel the resistance when he pulled back from it - but he didn't. Instead he pushed my hair to the side and rubbed his forehead against the back of my own head, his breath tingling the back of my neck ever so lightly.
Thirty minutes had gone by, an hour, two hours, and I still couldn't sleep. Diamonds were bothering me. Not their existence, but their non-existence in my life. I had no diamonds. I barely had jewelry, let alone actual, real diamonds.
Then I got it.
I might've not been the one with the diamonds, but someone did. Someone with a lot of them. Someone who definitely didn't need them all.
Carol.
I slid out of Dex's tight grip - which was harder than I imagined, but I still managed it. Quietly stepping outside of my room, I tiptoed to Carol and Lenny's room, making sure to not step on the creaky boards I knew too well. The only reason I knew them too well... let's just say I used to love makeup more than myself. And I also loved to put it on Lenny. In the middle of the night. It might've almost given him a heart attack, but that's what he get's for marrying Carol without my permission.
I walked to the bathroom and saw the ring - 13 karat diamond. Lenny could afford better. He knew he could too.
I picked it up slowly and carefully, examining it like the manufacturers. That was until it slipped out of my grip and went running for the drain.
My heart sped and then completely stopped as it hit the marbled countertop and then hit the sink with two, high-pitched clinks and an echo that bounced off the walls.
I wasn't sure if it was me or reality that made it so loud as I grabbed it with all my agility and panted like a dog. A quiet, very quiet dog, but still a dog. I clutched it to my chest as I peeked back into the room, mentally sighing as I saw that both Lenny and Carol were still sound asleep.
I slipped the ring onto my middle finger - even if it was supposed to be for a ring finger (sizes differed greatly between myself and Carol) - and looked in the jewelry box on the counter to see if Carol had any extra diamonds lying around for me to "borrow." Sure enough, a pair of earrings stood out, their beauty almost glowing in the darkness. I grabbed them and placed them in my pocket. Closing the box gently and sneaking out of the room.
Another sigh soon followed as I began to make my plans for both the earrings and the rings. I had my plan solid before I stepped into doorway of my room. My heart jumped and I threw myself back behind the wall before he could see me. The vampire. Sitting on the bed, staring at Dex.
I quickly put in the diamond earrings, putting them in the opposite way by having the diamond on the back of my ear and the backing on my front. My hand shook as I completed the job. With all my strength, I pulled the diamond on Carol's ring off, placing it in the side of my mouth and swallowing the saliva surrounding it. I took a deep breath, slipping the broken ring into the bottom of my bra before walking in.
"What the hell are you doing here?" I asked in a low, hard whisper. He smiled and looked back at me.
"Checking on your boyfriend. He's strong. I can't lie. Knocking me out is a difficult job. But you really wouldn't know."
"What do you want?"
"From you? Nothing. From him... everything."
"No."
"Oh, yes."
"No. You will not take his blood."
"Who's going to stop me?"
"Me."
"You? The little girl who almost died because of pure stupidity? Wow. You are full of yourself."
"Please. Not Dex. Take me instead, just leave Dex alone."
"Sweetheart, I'm sorry, but I don't think that offer is valid. Your blood isn't the worst. But it isn't the best either. Now, poor little Dex's here, that's a gold mine."
"No." I spoke as he moved closer to my best friend. "Please."
"Please? Is that your game here? Please? You are a child. A foolish one to think that I would answer your prayers."
"You want to play that way, fine." I said. Change of plans. I was going to play dumb. Well, dumber than I was, not completely stupid.
I pulled out the broken ring and pointed it towards him, a stern look on my face. He laughed quietly.
"A broken ring? Really? That's the best you could do? How hilarious?" He said as he laughed.
I moved closer to my desk and grabbed the only pocket knife I had, snapping the blade out almost like a movie. I held it up.
"One wrong move, and I'll kill you. But that's only if you take Dex. If you take me, I won't kill you."
"Ah. I see. So if I do take this offer, and I kill you, how will you protect Dex?"
"I won't." He smirked at my answer. "He'll protect himself. He is strong. Physically and strong willed."
"So there is no protection for himself after. You do realize what you're saying right?"
"Yes. Dex can and will protect himself. He'll also find a way to kill you. Another one, that is."
He gave me a smirk as he brushed off his suit.
"Then shall we go?" I nodded. "Leave them." He ordered. I hesitantly dropped the knife and ring on my desk. "Take my hand."
"Can I at least change?" He rose a brow at my question. "I'd like to die in normal clothes. Pajamas seem... degrading."
"I'm not one to answer last wishes, but this is different. So, yes. Go on." I stared at him as if he was crazy, which in some words he was. But he merely rose his brow again at my silence. "What are you waiting for?"
"For you to turn around."
"Dear girl, if you want to change, do it now. Don't expect me to give you any sort of treatment like privacy." I swallowed at his statement, turning around slowly and opening my closet to pull out a pair of jeans.
I pulled off my pajama pants, glad that I had worn a pair of lacey black underwear instead of anything with the word "PINK" written on the backside. I slid on the skinny jeans, buttoning them and then stripping from my long sleeved shirt for the whole world to see my black and white striped bra. I slipped on my shirt and turned back, grabbing my jacket and throwing it on without zipping it up. I slid into my high-top converse - slid would be an understatement seeing that it took me two whole minutes to get both shoes over my ankles and tied - and looked at... whoever the hell the vampire was.
"Turn around." He said in a deep voice. I did what I was told and turned around. He lifted my arms up and told me to keep them there as his hands went to my ankles, gradually working up as if to see if I had anything on me. Weapons, that was.
His hand came and covered my mouth, which scared me more. What the hell was he doing. He unbuttoned my pants and slid his hands down and grasped my crotch through my underwear. I stiffened and gasped, but my voice was muffled beneath his hand. I swallowed as he dragged his hands away from the area and let his fingers slid harshly up my stomach and to the front of my bra.
He released my mouth and I gasped for air as his hands went under my bra and grasped my breasts. I gasped again, but a hand covered my mouth. A hand that felt like air, just like what had moved my hair out of the way at the game. I swallowed again as he took his hands out of my bra and dragged them down my stomach again, taking them out of my shirt and removing my jacket.
With one hand, he zipped up my pants, buttoning them for me before moving my hair to one side. With his teeth, he ripped off the bandage that covered his previous bite mark. I swallowed.
He lightly kissed the mark he had made earlier that day, but it was a harsh kiss, one that made me cringe and whine with the pain. I could almost feel him smile behind me as he gripped my waist with one arm, and pulled my own arm behind me with his other.
Everything around us started to fade and I felt him pull my arms above my head and wrap them tightly. I hadn't even realized I had closed my eyes until he spoke.
"Open them." I knew what he meant when I opened my eyelids to reveal that I was no longer in my room anymore, but instead standing in a room with cement floors with my hands tied to a pipe above me. "This is where you're going to die..." Was his cruel, unraveling words. I shivered.
His fingers reached up for my neck and when they got there, he gently trailed them across each purple mark on my pale skin. I hissed.
"Calm, darling. You should stay calm. That's how you wanted to die, didn't you?"
"How would you know that?"
"I know everything about you. Everything." He gave me a smile - or maybe it was a smirk - as he reached a hand to my ear and pulled off the backing. "Oh, yes. I know about these," He spoke, letting one diamond earring fall to the ground. He pulled his body against mine and I felt something hard push into my lower stomach.
Oh, God.
I hadn't even noticed that he had taken the other earring out until he held in his hand and dropped it. I had focused all my attention on his... thing.
"Yes. I also know that. And I may be willing."
He was talking about my virginity. My God damned virginity. I couldn't tell anymore if it was me he was reading, or my plan. Or both. My plan had been to ask him to take it. To give me one last thing before I "died." That way we could possibly exchange saliva and the diamond would be able to... touch it.
That's when I made a huge mistake. I was only supposed to swallow my saliva, to cure my dry throat, but it went with it. The diamond. I swallowed the diamond.
Shit.
"Two hundred years, tell me. Has sex changed?" I didn't answer as he unbuttoned my pants and unzipped my zipper again. His hand went into my underwear this time, feeling around, twisting a few short hairs, touching my clitoris softly. He smiled. I wasn't wet. That I knew of.
He tugged at the string to my tampon gently, not pulling it out quite yet, and his smile growing. Alone with a few other things.
"Why didn't you tell me that it would be this much more fun?"
Almost intimately, he brushed his lips with mine. It was almost an automatic reaction to part my lips, and so did he. His tongue moved into my mouth, searching around and fighting my own tongue off with strength beyond any other. He touched my teeth, my tongue, reaching back to touch the back of my throat. I was so lost with the feeling of his tongue in my mouth that I hadn't felt him zip and button my pants again. He drew away forcefully, laughing out loud like a mad scientist.
"Darling, I'd rather kill you than fuck you then kill you."
He opened his mouth at lightning speed, his fangs drawing closer every millisecond. I cried my last tear and swallowed as the sharp ends of his canine teeth pieced my skin, drawing barely any blood until he really sunk his teeth into my skin like earlier.
I waited for the pain of his teeth, the draining of my blood, the hell of dying. But none of those came. I opened my eyes to seem him frozen like a statue.
"What...?" I breathed. His body - frozen and statue-like - fell. Not in solid pieces, or in pieces at all. But fell into a pile of dark, black ash at my feet. I took a breath.
What. The. Hell.
"Em!" I heard a familiar voice yell. I didn't dare look up from the pile of ash to look at Dex, in fear that it was all just a trick, a trick to suck Dex's blood.
"Don't..." I muttered, about to warn him. But Dex, like usual, didn't listen. I saw his shoe first, his regular pair of Converse that I had written on with Sharpie all Junior year during that boring Physics class. He stepped right in the ash - the ash that used to be the vampires - and I watched as it fell off the nearest step and into a puddle of water.
A new tear fell, but it wasn't one of sadness. It was one that was pure happiness. I was alive. Dex was alive. We made it out alive. Again.
"Em..." Dex muttered and I closed my eyes as I felt his hands grasp my face, lifting it from it's hanging position. I felt his thumb wipe away a new tear and I could help but smile as I rest my face on his palm.
He moved my head so that it rested on his shoulder as he cut the rope to set my arms free. I hadn't realized until then that... that rope, that awful horrible rope, was the only thing keeping me up.
I stumbled, but Dex was there to catch me. I didn't have to open my eyes to feel him. Our friendship. Our undeniable love for each other. It was more than I ever could've asked for.
We didn't have to be romantic, we didn't need the presents or the flowers or the taunting kisses. None of those things mattered. I didn't think they ever would either.
Dex lifted me up in his arms and I wrapped my arms around him, fresh tears falling and staining his shirt momentarily. I nuzzled my face into his neck, feeling his warmth and love and affection. Everything a human being like me could ask for.
Even as we were greeted by a colder temperature, Dex kept me warm. A car doors slamming later I was asleep in the front seat of what I found to be my car. Holding the hand of the one person I loved more than the entire world.
Dex.
"Your mom is going to freak if she sees us like this." Dex said as we watched the same movie we had the day before. Dex and I were lying on my bed like before, but this time I had my head on his shoulder, my hand tracing patterns on his abs, his arm around me with his hand stroking my waist, and our legs intertwined. Not exactly what my mom wanted to see when she walked in the room, but what she was getting when she entered and when she leaved.
"I think she'll freak out first when she finds that we're not at school." I said.
"True." I closed my eyes and began listening to the idiotic references the characters who we were watching made. It may have been the stupidest movie on the planet, but at least I was watching it with Dex. And neither of us were dead, so I found it to be a win-win situation.
"Can I ask you a question?" Dex said, interrupting my train of thought. I continued to trace weird, unusual patterns on Dex's stomach as I hummed 'yes.' "Tell me. Are you really a virgin? And did you really want that guy to take away your virginity?"
I opened my eyes at the question I had not expected from Dex. He was serious about the question, and I wasn't too sure how he felt inside about it, but it looked like it hurt.
"Despite the way I act at time, I am. And o. No, I didn't. It was all fake. All lies. The plan I made up was to... to..." The reason wasn't even selfish, but I couldn't say it. I couldn't make myself say it out loud. And I didn't know why.
"To save me." Dex got it on the first try. I closed my eyes and turned my head, embarrassed.
Why? Why was I embarrassed. It wasn't selfish, it was kind and crazy and all for Dex. My best friend. I saved my best friend. So why did I feel this way?
"Emelija..." Dex breathed as he lightly gripped my chin and turned it to face him. "Please... Open your eyes..."
I opened my eyes and looked into Dex's beautiful bluish-purple eyes.
"Have I ever told you how beautiful your blue eyes are?" He breathed, staring at me while moving a few black locks behind my ear. I swallowed, not answering him. "They are the most beautiful eyes of them all. And you are the most beautiful girl I know."
I felt my cheeks become heated as Dex continued to stare at me straight in the eyes.
"I want you to know something, Em. Something that I've kept locked up for some time. Something that I want you to know, but I've been scared to tell you. Something I'm not sure if you feel too." Dex stopped and looked down for a moment, trailing his eyes back up to mine in milliseconds. I could hear him swallow, as is swallowing all his fears and doubts and everything in between. This was the moment. The moment he had been waiting for all this time. This one moment that could change everything.
"I love you, Emelija. I always have and I always will. I want you to know that."
My heart stopped for a second, my world slowing down to a halt for me to pick up what Dex was laying down ever so clearly. I opened my mouth to say something, but nothing came out. I tried again, fail. Fail again.
Dex looked away, untangling himself from me and looking all sorts of hurt. My heart needed to start beating again. I needed to tell him the truth. I needed to fix the misunderstanding.
I jumped for him, my hands flying to the sides of his face, gripping him like if I didn't he'd fall away from me. My lips touched his and my heart starting beating. Fireworks went off like a celebration. The world paused just for me. For us.
I pulled away for a breath, afraid that Dex may have already fallen away from me. I opened my eyes to see him staring at me, bluish-purple eyes swirling with colors I had never seen before.
"I love you, too, Dex."
He gave a smile, a bright, happy, light smile that I hadn't seen from him in months, years even. It was like angels had fallen over him, sending love, light, and happiness, despite my own personal beliefs.
"I love you." Dex said again before grabbing my waist and pushing me onto my back on my bed. He was on top of me again, like he had been when Dylan was in the room, but this time it was different.
It was love, affection, warmth. Not fun and games. It was kind and beautiful, something that I barely knew, yet I was close friends with when I was kissing Dex. It was new, never old. It was... gorgeous.
It wasn't sex. Dex made sure of that. Kind and Beautiful were friends. It was only kisses. Hard, soft, wet, kind, beautiful, new, gorgeous kisses. One's that I wanted to cherish forever.
It mattered to me. And to Dex. But neither of us could imagine what would happen why Carol - also known as my mother - walked in and saw us like this.
But until then, it was romance. Pure, sappy romance that I was going soak up because I loved it. I loved it only with Dex, and that's how I felt it would be for the rest of my life.
Until death do us part.
We didn't even need a wedding ceremony to know that.
I loved Dex.
Dex loved me.
That was all that mattered.
Until death do us part.
And forevermore after that.
Damn right when you breathe this business.
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And try to stay out of the way of all vampires, will you? They all aren't Edward. Or Steven (I think that's his name. Someone remind me that guy's name in Vampire Diaries. Any of them!) Or Klaus/Rebekah(That's how you spell it right? God, I need to rewatch these things!)/Elijah (Love the Originals. Sorry Vampire Diaries, but that family just killed you!) Just stay away from vampires, people! Especially if they are from islands in the Pacific, or from Florida! Please!
"Don't let the vampires bite you." ~Emelija Praxis
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