“If my son has a problem with it, he can discuss it with me once he’s home.” Gavin leaves no room for argument, pausing as if he expects Brixton to continue. He won’t.
I was summoned here late, after hoping that I’d escaped Gavin’s attention another day, but he was just busy. Something he’d be a lot of over the next few days, and he doesn’t want to leave our conversation any longer.
In his absence today, however, Brixton was going over the importance of keeping my head about me with him. He stressed that he can’t intervene unless he thinks my life is in danger, and was worried that this would happen - that I would be separated from where he can see me. He’s not going to give Gavin any reason to remove him from my guard.
“Trent won’t have a problem,” I smile sweetly up at Gavin and take a step to
*** Slap after slap, my feet hit the hard ground running. The silence is so deafening, yet so loud, as it calls out to me in the darkness. It's urgently pulling at me, propelling every step I take, but something else in the silence is there too… watching me. There’s a prickle along my skin, raising tiny bumps of awareness along my arms as it works its way to the base of my neck. I can’t pinpoint where it’s watching me from, seemingly everywhere, but nowhere all the same. Does it realize that I know it’s watching me? It makes no difference, giving me zero advantage to knowing when I can’t see a thing. Darkness layered with more darkness lies in front of me, every step a gamble as to whether it will land on solid ground or not, and yet here I am taking leaps of faith as I run towards the only thing giving me direction. Like a magnetic force, drawing me closer, it could be dangerous, and it just might be, but it doesn’t feel like I’m in danger. It feels like it’s calling me ho
The sandwich hits my lips, but all I can taste is her sweetness. She's enjoying this. Watching me with the same rapt attention that’s present during each feeding. It’s the only reason I allow it. It's the same look she's going to wear when Trent's blood is coating her skin. The small tastes she's giving me is enough to keep the cravings at bay, but she doesn’t understand what kind of monster she’s keeping. I had every intention of turning her attempts at feeding me away, but I can never keep myself from her for too long. It’s becoming a problem. ‘Don’t fuck this up, Pierce.’ I pull back abruptly, but not without feeling the sting of her sadness over it. Those black depths of hers look me over, but I also can't be this close to her for long. There’s no place in between for me. I need to be all out, or all in… except I can’t be either… so while the war wages inside of me, I’ll take full advantage of every lick of her skin I’m offered. ~~~ She’s refusing to look at me.
My back hits the mat and hot embarrassment floods into my cheeks. My foot is still caught in the mesh, and the only thing that has me opening my eyes is the promise of his lick-able grape hands helping me out of this, but I’m met with hazel eyes instead. Heaviness in my chest lands harder than I did, my stomach twisting up my insides as the worry swirls around. “Trent!” I scramble to my feet, my heart racing with my mind as I hope he didn’t witness anything that came before the graceful actions that landed me stuck in this mesh and still staring at the roof. “Dee,” he sighs, helping me up, untangling my foot for me, but letting go of me as soon as I’m standing on my own. “You’re back early,” I smile, moving toward him, but his face bunches up as he looks at me and backs up. “What… what’s wrong?” The shame I felt over my foot’s betrayal seems so minor compared to what's flowing through me right now. It’s uncomfortable as I shift on my feet and I wish I was anywhere but here. Th
My eyes open, but the distinct sound of a girl screaming is sending waves of chills down my spine. Turning my head slowly to the side, Brixton is pacing in my room and maneuvering a tiny knife under and over his fingers. How hasn't he cut himself? How- The blade stops, cradling between two of his fingers and when I look up, his frosty hues draw me in, taking any ability I have of speaking away from me. It's so silent between us, so silent in the room… was the screaming just in my night- The distant plead’s of a girl interrupt that thought, telling me otherwise. I slide out of bed, but when I reach for the door, it's locked.
My nose burns with the smell of rotten fruit. The acidity of it burns my lungs with every breath I don’t want to take as I look at Brixton. He’s looking past me to where Trent is standing, and to anyone who doesn’t know him, he looks calm and collected, but I see the storm behind his icy blues. I see the way his shoulders are flexed, holding more tension than they normally do, and how his mouth is open slightly, allowing room for if his canines drop, without revealing that to the room. I see the way his eyes are shifting shades of blue so subtle that it’s easy to miss. The storm in them is raging, begging to be unleashed as his hand flexes over an area I know he strapped a knife to earlier. I know I shouldn’t be looking at him, watching to see what he’ll do, as his words from this week are on a
I can't stop myself as I approach her door as soon as the Beta leaves. I know I shouldn’t, that I need to keep my distance, but I’m desperate to see her and make sure that she's ok myself. Devlin gasps as I open the door, her eyes as dark as my soul and on mine immediately. So attentive, even in chaos… just like the way she sought me out first, even when she knew the risks. Oh, Pet. You would let me destroy you willingly, wouldn’t you? The lollipop in my mouth isn’t helping the way it used to. It isn’t sating the need to chase her down and sink my teeth into her sweetness. The urge to shift is pounding wildly against every p
*** Pitch black. Nothingness. There are whispers on the wind that are light and making me spin as they berate me from one direction and the next. I can’t make out what they’re saying, but tiny bumps are raising all along my arm, and there’s a ripple of electricity that makes its way up, pulsing against my neck. The darkness opens up, dropping me from where I was and into more of it until something catches my ankle and that deep, raspy chuckle is back. It’s slow, echoing around me as the sound of waves seems to crash into me. No. My heart thumps so loudly that I can hear it before I’m submerged in the water, and I go back to flailing my limbs to get out. I’m ripped from the water, dangling upside down over it as the tightness in my skull returns, spreading up and over until it meets in the center and it becomes so uncomfortable that there’s no other option for me when I scream. “STOP!” My voice fills the silence, echoing back in a thunderous tone I don’t recognize as
There's an ache… everywhere. The feeling of tiny cuts hasn't gone away, only intensified, as the pain of ice slicing across my skin continues. Such a stark contrast to how I spent my afternoon. Even with the lingering fear of Trent returning, the time after my bath was the most peaceful I've felt in a long time. Brixton's frosty hues tracked my every movement through the day… but I liked it. It felt safe and comforting, but the sweet scent of grapes I’m longing for isn’t here. It didn’t… couldn't… linger on my skin for long after Brixton’s mouth gave me everything I didn’t realize I was missing. Trent’s dirty blond hair is hanging in front of his face as he leans over where he’s sat me, staring at