Trey watched her sleep and wondered how someone could look so adorable in their sleep. She looked so peaceful. This was a far cry from some hours ago when she had cried out in her sleep. The attack from the Leviathan had probably made its way into her dreams turning them to nightmares. She had tossed and flailed on the bed screaming. He’d to hold her down before she hurt herself. It had taken some minutes before he could soothe her and she finally went back to sleep. He had returned to his position on the chair after. From where he sat, he had a good view of the path leading up to the entrance and if he stretched a bit forward, he could see most of the backyard. Trey didn’t want anybody sneaking up on him. He was certain no one had followed him to the motel but one could never be too sure and he couldn’t afford to make mistakes. Not now. The ones he had made already were still haunting him and the scars they had left etched deeply into his skin. He stood up to check if he could see anybody or anything outside but he was actually trying to clear his head. The memories had come without warning. Outside the motel, movement was still minimal. Nobody seemed to be out of the ordinary and so a relieved Trey turned back to the room. She was beginning to turn and twist a bit again and for a second he feared she was having another episode, but on the contrary she was just getting ready to wake up. He watched with amusement as her eyes moved around the room, taking in her surrounding. Then a pair of dark blue eyes stared hotly at him, taking him in and measuring him. She was quite scared he could tell, even though she was trying to hide that. Sure a lot of other emotions lay underneath but fear was more palpable than she was trying to let on. He could hear her heart pounding furiously as he inched carefully close to where she was. In the last minute though, he walked to the chair he had just vacated instead and emptied himself into it. He knew he needed to be seated to deal with the avalanche of questions and tears that were to come flying at him soon.
Everything seemed like a scene in a badly written movie to Hailey. Her eyes flitted over the sparsely furnished motel room until they found him. Trey Kristov. The only person who could answer her questions and tell her what the hell happened last night. She was a bit scared, no actually, she was really scared of him. Although, some tiny voice within told her he was not exactly the threat. At the moment, he was seated comfortably, looking at everything else in the room but her. He seemed quite amused with himself even. It was truly hard to see him as a threat when he looked like this, almost cute in a roguish way, if that’s even a thing. Hailey slapped herself mentally wondering how she could be thinking of something like that, with everything that had happened last night. Last night. The whole scenario played out in her head and her stomach took a big lurch. She had nearly died last night. Her shoulder throbbed at that instant and she looked down to see it bandaged. It was probably done by him. Taking a look at him again, she decided to find out what was going on. The questions plaguing her needed answering fast.
“Who are you?” She questioned, trying her best to sound tough.
He lazily turned his gaze towards her and watched her for some minutes which seemed like an eternity to her. It seemed like he was appraising her or something. She clutched the blanket around her more firmly. Was he pretending not to have heard her or he simply didn’t want to answer? Hailey wasn’t sure so she proceeded to ask again
“I said who are you?” His lips curved into a smile before the reply came.
“You already know me”.
“No, I don’t. Sure, I know your name but beyond that, nothing else. I want to know what you guys want from me. I want to know why that guy attacked me yesterday and why it happened immediately after you showed up. I need to know exactly how you knew what time to show up. Maybe, you’re working together with him. And your name sounds so ridiculous it must be an alias. So you see? I do not know you Mister.”
Hailey had kept her eyes plastered on his face while she ranted but his face remained impassive until the part where she said his name was an alias. She’d noticed that in the passing of a shadow on his face, briefly. It’d have been missed if she hadn’t been watching him keenly. He cleared his throat before answering finally.
“My name’s Trey Kristov and it’s no alias”.
“Okay. And that answers all the questions I just asked or what?” she queried again, not exactly why she was getting furious. Maybe it had something to do with her close brush with death or something.
“The thing is, some dangerous people want something from you and they will do anything to get what they want”.
“You mean the blood stuff? Blood flower?”
He quirked an eyebrow at her question, he probably didn’t expect her to remember but she did and he should deal with that.
“it’s the Blood Orchid”.
“What’s it for? Why would someone want it that bad?”, She asked but Trey was done answering questions and he just shrugged in response.
“How do I know you are not one of the dangerous people after me? What’s to make me believe that you are actually here to help me?”
He studied her for a moment, his expression inscrutable at best. She couldn’t tell if he was annoyed or something.
“I am trying to help you, he said, I am the one who saved your ass and brought you here”.
Oh, he was annoyed alright. Good, maybe she could get him to let out something, anything that might help her make sense of this situation.
“And it’s just your word that I’m supposed to take for it?”. She asked even though the answer was pretty obvious. If he had wanted to hurt her, he would have had a million chances while she slept.
His reply was curt and indifferent. “I guess so”
“Okay, that’s it. I’m calling the Cops"
That ought to do it,she thought.
He didn’t even flinch or move at the mention of Cops. He probably anticipated her going down this path. She looked around for her cell phone but it was nowhere to be seen. She was pretty sure he had it. The landline that was normally left on the bedside wasn’t there too and she realized there was no other option. The sly smile on his face made her know he was aware of her situation. Annoying bastard, she thought.“You know, I have people who will be looking for me….my friends”. It was a desperate last attempt to rattle him. He raised an eyebrow at what she had just said, maybe she was getting through to him. Finally .“Yeah….i have a friend who’s probably gone to the police by now, a boss waiting for me to clock in for today’s shift and shit…I stood up my date.” Hailey had totally forgotten about Brandon. She had been unable to come to the date and now it’d seem like she was intentionally ignoring his calls and messages. She was pretty sure he’d have called and texted a million times.
After dealing with the dude outside, Trey stepped back into the house. The dude, Brandon or something still bothered him but he was pretty sure they would be long gone before he grew enough balls to call the police. At the moment, he was still fuming over the fact that someone else was contending for Hailey’s love. He was so into Hailey it felt sick. Trey wondered why it disgusted him so much, it wasn’t like he was vying for a role in Hailey’s life. The whole thing was just a duty he was bound to fulfill and nothing more. Then Trey noticed it, the absolute stillness of the house. There was nobody else in here with him.“Fuck!!”He went through the rooms and then found the one she had jumped through it’s window. He knew her scent and tracking her wouldn’t be an issue. He just hoped he wouldn’t be too late. He dashed out of the house, running past a bewildered Brandon. The dude wouldn’t even have a clue, he thought. As he followed the scent through the neighboring yard, he thought about
The monster that killed Peggy was approaching her. She saw a hideous smile on the part of his face illuminated by the flashlight. A smile that said he was enjoying himself. He walked slowly and surely towards her. He ran his claws along the tiled Kitchen top, creating a grating sound. Hailey willed her body to move but it wouldn’t, it seemed like death or whatever that was about to happen was inevitable. It was what fate had in stock for her. He was a few steps from her and already reaching out for her when it happened. Suddenly,there was more shattering of glass and then a loud growl. The monster turned and gave a short laugh. If something that hoarse could be termed a laugh. “I was expecting you, Wolf boy”. From behind him, Hailey saw the outline of a man in the dark. The fallen flashlight wasn’t tipped towards him but Hailey knew it was Trey Kristov. His eyes glowed like the monster before her, although his was a light shade of blue. Didn’t he deny having anything to do with them
The car pulled around and then parked. Hailey stood there bathed in the blinding glare of the headlamps. She shielded her eyes trying to see what exactly was happening. She feared it was the Russian who had killed Peggy coming back to finish her off. If it was him, she didn't think they was strength left in her to run anymore. Her body was at a point beyond exhaustion. So, against her better judgement, she just stood there waiting. Waiting for whatever or whoever was coming.The car door opened and someone stepped out with the engine left running. The person seemed to be focused on her and she couldn't even see his face. She just knew he was masculine from the boots she could make out but it somehow occurred to her that it wasn't the Russian. At least that was something. She did however wonder who was the latest addition to the freak show that was her life. Hailey was at loss of what to do next when he started walking towards. An undescribable feeling caused her to shudder and she gra
Hailey woke up to the sound of car horns and to hear Ryan cursing. Apparently, a car had overtaken him in a way he didn't approve of. She watched him swear through clenched teeth that released a couple of unsavoury and vulgar words. He might have noticed her staring as he turned to look at her. "Hey there, sleepy head", he said with a bright smile. The other person who had been cursing and swearing was gone in an instant. The man was quite a specimen. "Did you sleep okay?" "Yeah", Hailey barely mumbled out. Now that it was morning, she could see his features more clearly. He had sky blue eyes that crinkled when he smiled. The long hair looked unkept but had a sheen to it. His sideburns also were untrimmed as were the hairs beneath his jaw. He had a scar running from the line of his jaw onto his neck. He was an attractive man, Hailey thought, although an unkept one. "So, what do you think?". Ryan's voice broke into her thoughts without warning. "Think of what?", She asked wonderin
Hailey felt like apologizing for having asked that question but on second thoughts decided it was best to not mention it again. No need poking in a sore spot. "So, the wolves live in packs just like the movies right?", she asked. Ryan was quiet for the better part of a minute, obviously considering whether to continue the conversation or just ignore her. Eventually, he made up his mind and replied with a monosyllable."Yeah""Cool. Like how many are there?"He laughed all of a sudden. Was her question that stupid? But at least he was laughing and maybe that was a good thing.Was the question that dumb?” She eventually asked him.“Not really, He said still laughing, given that you don’t know much about the Supernatural World.”Hailey just nodded, his reassurance having the opposite effect of making her feel incredibly stupid. She didn’t know what let him on but Ryan seemed to know how she felt and tried to make up for it. He launched into an essay trying to explain why he laughed.
Somehow it felt as if the World around her was swimming. Hailey at first wondered if she had heard him correctly. Then when what he had said sank in, she felt her new found strength dissipate and fizzle away. She stared down at her shoes trying to gain control of the chaotic thoughts that now plagued her. “Is this a joke or what?”, She didn’t even know when the words sputtered out of her mouth. But even before Ryan answered with a nod and a grim look on his face, she knew the answer to that question. He was not joking. Now that she thought about it, everything made sense. She was a pretty ordinary girl and nothing could have connected her to things like this except her scientist Father. Her dead father. The one who was never really around even when he was alive.“You do know my Father’s dead right?”“Yeah. Car crash, fifteen years ago”.It seemed like everyone in this world knew everything about her. Was she that important or was it what they hoped she knew that made her a valuab
It had only been a few hours since Ryan left her with Trey in a little clearing not far off from the highway. He hadn’t said much to her since he mentioned the poison. He hadn’t explained why he finally chose this clearing after they had been on the road for a while. He had driven them to the clearing with a speed that an F1 racer would definitely enjoy. He then mumbled something about an antidote, a tent and coming right back before driving off. He had left them with a camping back pack and some blankets. Not knowing how to go about building a tent in the backpack, she was seated now on one of the blankets spread on the grass cradling Trey. His convulsions had stopped but when she mentioned it to Ryan on their way here, he had stared at Trey grimly ,said it was worsening and then stepped on the pedal. Trey’s labored breathing snapped her out of the reverie and she looked down at him. The poison's effect was visible on his body, dark green lines making it’s way through his body. W