Bad Taste (Part II) // Colby Brock

253 - Rebecca

"Is everything set up?"

"Everything is good."

"Are people there?"

"Not enough for you to make your dramatic entrance."

I rolled my eyes. "I am not making a dramatic entrance, I am just making an entrance. Be grateful I'm even giving you your moment."

"I'd have my moment anyway," he—Jax—laughed. "I mean, I set half of this thing up. All I've got to do is ask for attention."

"Because you don't do that enough already," I mused, glancing up at Katrina when she entered the room. She stopped, turned, and walked out again, and all of my enthusiasm quickly faded.

"Are you ready to come down, then?" Jax asked excitedly.

"Sure," I muttered.

He paused. "You okay? Is this one of the new vampire mood swings, because I don't want you here if you're going to be miserable."

I sighed, "It's not a mood swing, it's Katrina. She walked in and out again, didn't even get whatever she came in for. She's starting to upset me."

"Oh..." Jax trailed off. "Um, is there anything I can do?"

"No, there's nothing anyone can do." I sighed heavily again, releasing my saddened thoughts with the breath. I didn't exactly match the same excitement as I had before, but it was better. "Okay, I'm gonna get Colby and the others and we'll head down now. Make sure people are inside."

"I've got Stephanie on it," he promised. "See you later, Becca."

"See you." I hung up but didn't bother to go and get Colby like I'd said, because I'd been acutely aware of him hovering around the hallway waiting for me to end my call for a while now. He took a moment—an effort to seem casual—before he came in with a soft smile on his face. I returned it.

"Ready?" he asked.

I nodded. "The others are already on their way, I imagine?"

"Yes." He reached into a drawer to grab a small stake, which took me off guard for a moment. He slid it into the belt around his hips, and nodded for us to start walking.

I zipped to his side as I said, "What's with the weapon?"

"It's for Katrina," he muttered. "She uh... she didn't want to grab it herself." I just sighed. "Hey," he said as he materialised behind me, weaving his fingers through mine, "you will get back to normal with her."

I turned my face toward his, but I didn't believe him. I just wanted to see the assurance on his face, the confidence he had in Katrina's ability to forgive me. But he didn't allow me to turn my head all the way, as he pressed his lips close to my ear and added, "You and Katrina have something different to the rest of us, and anyway, one day you'll have forever to sort this out with her. You two will go back to the way you were."

"You're sweet," I muttered.

He scowled. "Realistic."

"It's just got me down, I'll be okay," I promised as I spun around, this time without being thwarted. Colby stared into my eyes for a moment, then nodded softly, and motioned to the door.

The group were extremely slow, so we caught up to them in a short period of time. Sam, carrying Katrina, was at the front of the group beside Kevin, so we made pace with them until we came to a stop outside the brick studio building. I looked for a moment at the 'Woods' sign sticking out and smiled, knowing that this was still my building, my legacy, even if few people knew about it (and all that I would do within these walls that they'd never know was by me).