Bad Taste (Part II) // Colby Brock

244 - Rebecca

It was amazing to watch something crumble under your hands. Even if I'd been doing it now for an hour, darting from piece of rubble to piece of rubble in order to make them even more like debris. All it would take was the swing of my hand and the metal, rocks, or concrete would bend to my will—mostly that meant crumbling. But for metal, it meant putting my handprint there forever.

I was sure Colby enjoyed watching me as much as I enjoyed crushing things. He didn't join in at all, since he was too busy checking me out from afar. I could do the same to him now, which was a strange thought. I could look over all the rubble at my boyfriend and see him perfectly, from the thickness of his eyebrows to the sharpness of his jaw. It was sending me crazy that we weren't back in the house, alone, taking advantage of having a bed no one could hear us in again.

Hell, we could go back to Hawaii—would it matter if we disappeared for a day or two? Would anyone care? What would they think, that we'd died? They'd obviously assume we were fucking like bunnies, which we probably would be doing, just on an island paradise.

And then I remembered, annoyingly, that I did care about people now, like Angela and my father. They wouldn't want to know about my sex life—I wouldn't want them to know, either—so it would be best if we stayed here. We could have our fantasies another time.

"I could do this all night," I said as I threw a boulder against a decrepit wall that crumbled under the force. "But I should stop, shouldn't I?"

"Not if you want to continue," Colby replied. I looked at him across the building. "It's amusing to watch you so excited."

"This isn't excited," I argued, "this is merely curiosity."

"And that's why you've been smiling this whole time?" Colby appeared at my side after a short run, which would have been seen as a blur to me in my last life.

"Yes, I'm a very curious person. It makes me happy."

He rolled his eyes. "Why did you suggest we need to go?" he asked, moving on.

"Not that we should go, just that I should stop. Someone's bound to notice that this building isn't here anymore. You and Sam used to go exploring all the time, you'd notice if one of your regular spots had been destroyed."

"You're right," he sighed, "but I'm not done being alone with you yet." A flare of desire rose up in me so fast that I scared myself. I stared into Colby's eyes, searching to see if he felt the same way, or if he was just being general in his meaning. I couldn't find any sign of either, he was just looking at me.

"So what else should we do?" I asked when I gave up on my assessment.

He shrugged. "Whatever you want, baby."

"There are far too many choices. I mean, we could run to another state in a matter of minutes, other countries in a few hours. We could spend all night doing anything." I crossed my arms over my chest, pouting. "It's kind of a shame that we won't."

"We will one day," he promised. "There's a reason I picked this building, though. We can't have you around humans until you've practiced not biting them—at least not in uncontrolled circumstances. You're a tough woman but I don't know how you'd handle killing someone."

"I don't want to find out," I admitted.

"So, for now, let's stay in the rural spots. We can still go anywhere as long as we stay away from people." Colby smiled brightly at me, offering whatever I wanted again. I thought about our secluded house in Hawaii, how much I wanted to go back there. That wasn't around people... but I didn't want to risk the long journey. What if I caught someone's scent along the way? I could break off on a hunting trip that would likely not end until Colby ripped me from some poor human.