This is part one of two books (book two is ongoing on my account). I use music in chapters like in film scenes. The story is mature and the smut does get graphic as the story progresses. I'm a history buff and I love writing comedy skits, so ther...
Stella chewed on the nail of her index finger as her pupils searched the ground under her for answers. She looked down at the number Kid scribbled on the napkin. She remembered Alistair's facial expression as Kid spoke of Marie. He didn't go into great detail but based on what was said, Kid and Marie broke something in him. The way Alistair spoke to Stella the other night about letting "his past" back in, she knew Marie was a subject to avoid and that he loved her. And despite the way Alistair dismissed the subject of Marie like it didn't matter and despite the way he has been treating Stella, the way he held her moments ago, contradicted his nature.
She brushed her fingers under chin and felt her stomach twist in knots at the thrill he ignited in her. Stella thought for a moment of the possibility of her falling for someone like him. But how could such a creature like Stella, human, survive in such a habitat of darkness? She shook her head, he's a fucking vampire, a myth, a fictional character. Vampires, werewolves, witches, and her medical conundrum. A mix of fantasy combined with science fiction. But whether she liked it or not, this mythical creature was real, her current predicament was real, and Alistair has occupied her mind since she met him, he stayed within her mind, the way some science fiction does.
Right now, she knew for a fact, she didn't feel safe around him. His mood swings, his need to make her uncomfortable, to embarrass her, and then to touch her the way he did gazing into her, only to force his strength on her. She didn't know Kid well enough yet, but really how well did she know Alistair? Stella rolled the dice and began typing to avoid Alistair hearing the conversation. Kid responded instantly, as if she was a matter of urgency:
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They agreed to meet in an hour even though Kid would have come over the second she needed him to. Stella quickly shot up, her heart racing at how Alistair was going to handle this. She knew he wouldn't react kindly to Kid, so she decided to tell him herself.
Stella pulled open boxes to reveal piles of clothes suitable for a not so cold, but still crispy autumn night. She had no idea what the plan was or how long she'll be gone for. She just needed to be away for a while. She found her favourite ripped jeans and paired them with a long sleeve top, soft top to keep her warm. She thought of how Alistair would grimace at the look of her ripped jeans and rolled her eyes smiling to herself before she realized her own reaction.
Stella stepped out of her room around 6:20. She gave herself ten minutes to speak to Alistair. A part of her knew she was a little afraid to reveal her plans for the night, especially since they would include her a. leaving the premises and b. his brother. Walking to his room, she took a deep breath and let out a shaky exhale. As she was about to knock, she heard it:
Piano. She turned towards it and realized it was coming from downstairs. Making her way down to the hall entrance she has become accustomed to, it suddenly dawned on her, that she hasn't seen much of this home. Mansion, really. And the sound was coming from the east side of the home, down a long hallway she hasn't explored yet. The sound echoed; it was distant but obvious that it wasn't a record playing. She stepped into the hall and stopped in her track when she heard muffled singing. Alistair.
