Dark Abyss

Chapter 20: The Monsters Inside Me

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christina perri_sea of lovers

ashley tisdale_what if

kris allen_blindfolded

cage the elephant_come a little closer

sleeping with sirens_left alone

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"Goddamnit, can you just pick one for good grace." Luke's teasing exasperation wasn't helping aid my choice at all. The arc of movies covered the expanse dark frieze carpet as I sat with my feet crossed in front of the DVR.

"Look, if you don't wanna go through this with me, then just go, Lucas." I retaliated with mock vexation, saying the new nickname that came to my mind.

"My name is not Lucas." His face straightens from where he lies against the wall with his back by the entrance door. Both his hands were sunk into the pockets of his close-fitting black jeans as vigorous strength displayed with the white muscle T-shirt straining against his skin. Accomplishing his insurgent comportment, his left foot was up against the wall and the lip ring I don't give much meaning to was pulled back by his teeth.

"And I don't like to be called by my first name, so now we're even." I say, turning to him with a perky grin. The fact that we were frivolously bickering like best friends who'd known each other for many years made me a little precarious on the inside. Getting used to this exuberant Luke would be of much sublime; however, letting go and knowing the crash of rude Luke is going to come back is a headache.

"You're getting sassier with every day that passes, Annaliese." Luke is sarcastic with his compliment towards me. I'd actually like to thank my hormones for that. Ever since mother nature decided to pay a visit to her most execrated subject, my feelings have been roaming through the town of 'Bipolar Issues'.

"Do you guys not have last names? Everybody around me is always on first name terms." The unpredicted question gush from my lips in inquisitiveness. He seems to be astounded I would even care to ask, but recovers quickly and proceeds to answer.

"No, we don't. Dark Shadows lose that quality when they become a Nightingale." He answers in the only austere manner I know him to.

"How prestigious." I joke and look back at the victorious three movies I feel like seeing.

"So it's either The Breakfast Club, Forrest Gump, or Pretty Woman."

"I don't know about you, but I don't wanna watch a pseudo romantic movie that presents a quixotic dimension where a prostitute and a businessman can fall in love." The vexation he enunciated his words in made the blood circulating my bloodstream ignite with the same sensation.

"You're right. Because a dimension where vampires exist and kidnap human girls is patently conventional." Words embellished with jewels of irritation exited my lips without the mere second thought of it.

He rolled his eyes, concluding our conversation by surrendering all words to me.

"Pretty Woman it is!" I exclaimed and didn't even have to turn around to know an annoyed expression conquered his features of perfect model-like god.

Luke stayed the rest of the afternoon. It went by in a blur of classic movies and irksome yet amusing denigrates from his behalf. Dinner came in his unavailing attempts to prepare something for me to eat which he failed at entertainingly. I ended up making a sandwich for myself while he proceeded to affirm he wasn't thirsty even whilst I could notice his eyes phasing into a dark abyss.