My eyes tear up, my throat clugs, the door creaks open. 'Just too late to join the party, mate.' Andrew jokes. The heavy tread marches in,
step
by
step.
The tall dark figure blocks the doorway. 'I heard you were here... I was wondering if you might be thirsty.' A deep cold voice spoke. The hairs on the back of my neck stand up. Avoiding the dark figure's eyes I gaze at Mark. A long shivering silence falls in the room.
A goblet is reached out to me, the scent of velvet liquid inside invites me for a taste. A sharp sting of pain makes me squeeze my mouth shut. 'Sorry, lad, I think you--' The figure interrupts Andrew 'keep your thoughts for yourself, dandelion. I wasn't speaking to you. ' his fangs get enlightened through the dull light that shines managed it's way through the thick curtains.
Another silence falls, the figure kneels before me. Mark steps forward, but Ian grabs his wrist. His dead brown eyes glance at every cell of my face before he sighs. I glance away to the floor yet my hands wander over his broad shoulders until they nestled themselves into his hair.'Nu trebuie să vorbim, dar aș prefera să o faci.' (We don't have to talk, but I would prefer if we did. )
A warm shiver creeps over my shell.'English, Claes. If you don't mind.' Mark growls.
'spune-mi ceva' (tell me something) Claes says as leans in closer. I raise my lip in a warning, he inches back. 'Draga mea.'(Darling) He mutters. I scoot back while I hiss.Claes raises his eyebrow, a small amused smile stands vague on his face. I scoot through the house and back to the car which I instantly lock.
Mark follows me yet gets cornered at the door by claes. 'Let me give you one word of advice, old man... As old friends, keep her veins flooded as you might have her tamed now, but she will burst one day... It's just a matter of time.' He threateningly.
Mark scoffs and straightens his jacket. 'I'm perfectly able of taking care of that. You should be more concerned about your clan instead of nosing in my coven. ' Ian takes his bag and plants a kiss on Andrew's forehead. 'Thank you for your love, dear, I will keep in contact.'
Claes turns his head and stares at Ian. 'Suck-up...' He smirks. 'Leech' Ian replies before he and mark trade out of the house and to the car.
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Torn
FanfictionA love story in which the protagonist is torn between the witches coven of her new beloved and the clan of love long past beloved, this all while her past call girl trauma's haunt her. -----------------------Warning...
