An Ominous Feeling

I groaned and sat up, the dyed blue endings of my hair flashing in my eyes.

Light blue?

Fuck, I must have been heavily drunk when I went to get this at the saloon.

I wondered what the senior lecturers at the

Academy would say when they saw me strutting in with this.

They would probably sneer and murmur as always.

My piercings gave them nightmares and I was proud of that fact.

It gave me a rush.

Banging noises came from outside my walls and my brows quirked in confusion.

I lived alone.

Quickly, I stood, careful not to make a sound. I grabbed the gun I had illegally purchased after I noticed that I was being followed (twice).

Flipping it out of the safety lock, I gripped the butt tightly, hiding it behind my back as I opened the door gently.

The noise came again, the clacks and bangs of pots and pans sounding through the house.

This thief obviously didn't go to stealing school.

Cus what in the hell of unstealthiness was this noise?

I tiptoed down the hallway, the hard press of the gun against my behind as I got to the open space living room and kitchen.

"Who the fuck let you into my house?", I jumped out in surprise, raising the gun and pointing it to the kitchen area

Kane's surprised green eyes stared back at me, his body bent behind the counter like he had been looking for something.

His eyebrows quirked at the gun after a long pause of silence and I put it away, flipping it back to safety.

I threw it on the couch and padded over to meet him, "What are you doing in my house?"

He straightened, flicking his white blond hair behind his ears. "What do you mean what am I doing in your house? You let me in".

I frowned, trying to replay the events of last night but coming up blank.

"So you let me do this?", I picked up the edges of my hair, indicating the baby blue colour I had dyed.

Kane shrugged mildly, going back to rummaging the cupboard. "You said you felt blue."

"You should have stopped me", I argued, my hands on my hips.

He looked up again, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Stopped you?"

"I literally blinked and you were out of the club. And the next thing, I found you in your frequented saloon crying to your stylist about how blue you felt".

Huh.

Well, I must have been very drunk then.

I stared at the colour taunting me. It was supposed to be purple this week.

"What's with all the ruckus?" I asked, sitting on one of the stools by the counter.

"I'm looking for what to eat. I'm hungry", Kane whined.

"You know you actually cook something, not bang pots around like it's drum day"

Kane tsked, glaring at me.

"Don't you have somewhere to be this morning?"

"It's a Saturday, doof", I responded with a jibe.

"Oh", he goofed and went back to the cupboard.

"Are you cooking the food in there?", I asked. "The burner's over there you know". I pointed to the burner as his head got out from the cupboard.

"I'm looking for a specific pan to fry the omelette. You know the non sticky one".

I looked at him dumbfoundedly, my eyes flicking to the pan he held in his hands.

His eyes widened as realization dawned on him that that was the pan he had been looking for.

"You still don't know how to cook, do you?", I teased, making him squirm.

"Fine", he sighed, his shoulders lifting in a shrug as he straightened. "I was hoping you were going to wake up if I made noise hard enough. I don't know how to cook to save my life".

Nice tactics, I mused in my head before glaring at him.

I slid down from the stool and walked over to the burner, grabbing the pan out of his hand as I did so.

Breakfast was ready in thirty minutes and I was happily nibbling on my stripped bacon

When Kane asked, "Do you think she's alright?"

"He wouldn't hurt her", I responded almost immediately, knowing his worries and concerns were all for Dalia.

I was worried too.

We had grown up together too and now a contract had bound her to the king of vampires in our city.

And some crazy shit was happening in our city.

I hated it, but there was nothing we could do about it.

Although I was a half vampire myself, I tried not to mix in the vampires' business.

My mom had died not less than four months ago and my vampire dad had suddenly wanted to develop a relationship with me and link in one with his real family.

The most annoying part, he was doing it in the hopes that I would accept the transition and become a full fledged vampire. And then marry me off.

The spineless bastard.

He had another thing coming though.

I was going to reject it. Kane's mum had rejected it in her prime, so it wasn't impossible.

Even our Head of Computer arm back when we were in the Academy had said it was possible to reject so that's what I was going to do.

Hell, it's been barely six months since we graduated from Fangs Academy and got selected in different areas based on our project evaluation.

Now the times had just flown by so fast.

My mother died, Dalia's dad mixed up with some bad company and got her in this mess with St. Laurent and died.

Kane accepted the change.

It still spooked me everytime he smiled and the tips of his fangs showed.

All I had were my friends. My people

My family.

Dalia and I had been inseparable since kindergarten days and then we had sealed the bond with Kane during our beginning days at the Fangs Academy.

They have held me strong in tough times.

That's why I was so worried about Dalia now.

"She'll be fine", I said again, suddenly losing my appetite.

"Hell, no phone call even. I'm starting to get worried sick", Kane mumbled off.

I grimaced. He was right.

For over four months that she moved in there, we knew not whether she was okay or even alive, except the times we met up with her for a hangout, the brief period she came home and before she was kidnapped while I had been knocked out.

A lot had happened then.

Now she was with lover boy and we haven't seen her since. He was keeping us from seeing her.

"No one knows where he lives so we can't just barge up there", I murmured, feeling dismayed.

"Tried asking my dad but that burned".

"We just have to hold on to the hope that she's alright. Nothing breaks Dee".

Kane stood with a tired sigh. "Well I've got to run. I have all sorts of milestones to get through today".

"Say hi to your mum for me", I beamed up at him and the door closed with a shut.

He'll never stop rubbing that in my face. The fact that he can move three times faster than I could ever dream of.

His mum had become sort of part of our clique now. She sent me daily emotional tik-toks.

The shit still cracked me up but she had slowly creeped into my life and become my mother figure.

It was hilarious because I didn't see this happening three months ago.

Kane's mum was the coldest woman I had ever seen until whatever changed, changed. I won't actually blame her.

If I was the one living with someone like Kane's sperm donor (father), I would have gone crazy.

I dropped down to the couch, placing my laptop on my lap and began the job of being idle for the rest of the day.

By noon, I was cinched and needed to stretch my limbs.

I usually had my hair appointment by this time but seeing as I had already made the worst mistake of my life last night, my Saturday schedule was literally empty.

I made pancakes, then started mixing the batter for brownies when my phone rang, the chords of Lil Nas, 'call me when you want' filling the air.

I picked the phone from the couch and stared at the number.

He was calling me now? I scoffed as I let the phone ring out and go to voicemail. I had walked out of his sham of a family dinner since Thursday.

And the fucker thinks to call me now.

The ringing started up again and I accepted the call, holding off the anger in my voice as I said,

"Hello"

"You disrespected my family", the sperm donor I had come from responded in greeting. I rolled my eyes, clenching my hands against my side.

Well you hurt my mother and didn't give a fuck until she was six feet under the earth.

But I just said all that in my head.

"There's someone I'd like you to meet this evening", he ordered.

Oh hell no, I shrieked in my head. I wasn't going to be paraded in front of whoever this person was like his personal property.

"I'm sorry I have an appointment with someone", I lied, forgetting for a second who I was talking to.

Shit.

"The driver would pick you up by 8. Try to look nice", he humphed and the call beeped in my ear as I gritted my teeth in frustration.

I hated him.

I threw my phone back on the couch and went back to mixing my brownie batter. I knew something had been coming.

I stress baked whenever an ominous thing was about to happen.

And this shit was ominous enough.