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"I mean, Cayce can be your mate, but I wonder if you're his." "What's that supposed to mean? That I'm useless?" "I don't know, think for a moment. Mate is unconscious, possibly in a coma, and all you can do is say you can protect him. Oh, and his face looks like it got hit by car. Poor Cayce." "As if you did anything. I at least was there to carry him to a bed where he can rest. All you did was give a judging eye!" "Stop it! Both of you! You forget we have a guest!" I hear some kind of argument going on, and judging from my acute hearing, it's a little far off from where I am. That's right you forget you have a guest. No wonder Sleeping Beauty slept so long. She probably hated everyone since they kept talking about she's going to die one day! I open my eyes and see I'm in some kind of bedroom-turned-hospital-room. I'm laying in a bed, with white sheets. As I look around, the sound of arguing fades away. When you have super hearing and super sight, one tends to work bette
The Demon Mate Chapter 14
"Who is it?" says the dad as he walks up behind Bennet. He's the blonde and older version of his son. He looks down at me with surprise. It's clear he didn't expect me. He smiles gently."Hello there, I didn't know you were up. Would you like to come and have a seat? I'm pretty sure you would like to talk," he says stepping back and motioning me in.I hesitate. I mean, would you?Seeing this, he smiles and says, "I wouldn't dream of hurting you. You have my word. We would just like to talk. Is that okay?"I look at him for a moment, then slowly nod. I'm still thinking about how I'm not magical, not muscular, and not even covered in designer clothes. If the right person held me hostage, they'd not dream of hurting me. All those designer bags and clothes would be ruined!Bennet leads me to a couch inside the room. It's an office and a huge one at that. It must hold thousands of books from the looks of the shelves that line the walls. I'm sure this family has not read all those books. So
The Demon Mate Chapter 15
After walking through the house a little, we reach what I believe to be Bennet's bedroom. He told me to sit on his bed and wait. For some reason there are no chairs in this room. He doesn't strike me as somebody who can't do interior decor, but if he is, that might be an issue since I could spend hours at either IKEA or Home Goods. Looking around, I see that most of his room is unadorned. There are some bookcases, and here and there are posters, but what catches my eye, is a tiny picture frame. In it is my picture. Looking at it, it seems to be a picture of last week. I remember wearing the red sweater I'm wearing in the picture. Grid must've taken this picture last week and sent it to Bennet.Power of the twenty-first century. Capturing people when they look awful so that generations to come can mock me. Hurray!I hear shuffling, and turn to see Bennet step out of his walk-in closet. He's holding some clothes for me to change into. Seeing me he comes over. He rests his arms on my sh
The Demon Mate Chapter 16
Bennet leads me to a black car outside. Some of the weather has shifted into a darker way, but there's still the sun off in the distance. Some trees get in the way, but I see it, and it illuminates the red bricks of the house. It does have a warm exterior, but I think of the people inside, and part of me chills down.Opening the door, I get in, instead of crawling in. Usually I'd have to, as my car tends to be higher than this one."Oh, Bennet?" I say as he gets in and starts to buckle up."What's up?" asks Bennet curiously as he raises an eyebrow over one of his blue eyes."Is my car at school still?" I ask.I know cars are expensive, and regardless of how rich I or my family is, they wouldn't take it kindly to find out I lost one. Insurance can't cover everything."Oh, Grid took it home for you," answers Bennet, "Greg gave her a ride back here. Don't worry about it.""Oh, okay," I say as I buckle up, "I'll say thanks to her."Bennet nods before before he starts up the car and begins
The Demon Mate Chapter 17
Yesterday was very interesting. After we ate, Bennet drove me home to my house. We talked mostly about random topics, favorite brands, cars, and clothes. I couldn't really answer them. But Bennet listened to everything I said with such intensity, it was like he was afraid I would disappear at a moment's notice.Which makes me also aware that nobody else has been listening enough to me. Rude.After we arrived at my home, he walked me to the door. I thought he would just walk me then turn to leave, but then he grabbed my hands and pulled me into a hug. It wasn't rushed or hard or fierce. It was soft and tender. He held me firmly, but there was a way that he wrapped his arms around me that made it feel like he was afraid to break me. As if I was made of glass.It'd sound like an insult, to be fragile, but it's not. It's nice to be thought of as delicate, because that means he pays attention.He then left with a kind good-night and sad smile. I think it's called a bittersweet smile. Maybe
The Demon Mate Chapter 18
I couldn't stop thinking about him. Not in the least. In just a few days, he was able to make me think about him. But not overly. I've read books where the two lovers see something and they immediately think about the other. I'm not like that. I just thought of him when he came to mind. Like when you think of a food you want to eat. Or how you long for a season you're not in. Something like that.I thought of him after he brushed my cheek, lighter than a feather, and left me to stand there outside my class with my head as empty as a jar. I thought of him after lunch on the same day, when he asked to have dinner next Saturday. I thought if this is the first official date between us. I was also thinking of him after he asked for my phone number, but instead, I handed him my phone to give me his. When he gave me that smile as bright as a summer day.Now, on the morning of the Saturday he asked me to go out with him, I'm lying in bed. And thinking. Can't forget that. I'm thinking. Really
The Demon Mate Chapter 19
"Black is definitely your color, but I don't think you should wear it tonight," says Grid from my closet."Yeah, definitely," I say as I sit criss-cross-applesauce on the floor of my room. On the bed are some shirts and pants, along with one or two blazers that Gird and I pulled out from the closet.I was having trouble deciding what to wear for my date tonight. I was thinking about just going with my favorite dark blue, but I didn't know if that was fitting for a date. So around an hour after twelve, I called Grid and asked her to come over and help me out. She seemed like the best person, seeing as how we share the same preferences on clothing and attire, and she's my bestie.But three hours of talking, snacking, and surfing our social media, we're still no closer to picking something for me to wear."But black is always in vogue, so it might not be a bad idea," she says as she walks out my closet with a black button-up shirt. "I think I have a black Prada shirt," I call from what
The Demon Mate Chapter 23
"Monday, Monday! I wish it was Friday!" I rhyme playfully as I drive to school. I'm usually not this hyped about going to school, but after my encounter with Bennet in life, I guess things change. Almost a week has passed since our date, well a week and a day or so, but I still feel as if it was yesterday. I can still imagine him holding me. And kissing. I will never forget that. But after our date, I was too shy to even think about kissing. Or hugs. Whenever we met afterward I felt so embarrassed. It was very unlike me to get so excited, not to mention how I was about ready to get things more exciting. Bennet was very happy about how we kissed. He met me the Monday after the weekend of our date, and I think he expected me to start kissing him in public. When I said no, he looked like he was conflicted about making me kiss him or just letting me take my time. He just walked away after that. And he kind of is a little short with me whenever I see him. Though at lunch he
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