Bitter Revenge

Chapter 9

At 8:30 in the morning I was ready to be back on the road. I wore the infamous red beanie, a black T-shirt with a sakura tree design, and baggy-ish black, ripped jeans. And converse. Because yes. I again swung my leg over the bike with a backpack and my helmet. I already knew where she was, thanks to her on point address text. I got there in 15 minutes easily, but this time I waited outside. I let the smell of coffee and sugar warm my nostrils, and people's different scents walking in and out. Most smelled fine, but there were a couple bad seeds. Then the smell of wet grass and warm chocolate invaded my senses, which made my head spin to see her walking over to me. Even in casual shorts and a t-shirt, she looked beautiful. "Morning Fiona. Shall we get going?" I nodded before getting up and pulling her helmet out.

The three hour drive felt much shorter this time 'round. Her arms were relaxed around my abdomen, Michael Jackson and Queen were playing on my helmet, and the weather was the perfect chilly temperature I loved. When we arrived, I walked her over to her front door. "I hope your report does well, Strawberry." I smiled brightly, questioning why she warms my soul so easily. "I hope so too. Thank you so much for driving me around. And I'm sorry." I tilted my head in confusion, formulating my response to that. But the last thing I saw was a swinging hand and then everything went dark.

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Finally, on a late Wednesday night, I finished making packed lunches for me and Violet. Mother had no problem allowing us to go and eat the barely edible food they served there. But not me, I wouldn't stand for it. It was 1 a.m. We have school tomorrow, but I didn't mind since this was my usual bedtime. I kept the bento boxes in the fridge, then knocked out in my room. I woke up to my screeching alarm clock, then started my morning routine. I showered and washed my white-blonde hair, feeling it tickle my lower back. Then brushed my teeth, towel-dried my hair, brushed it, then pulled it up into a ponytail like I always had it. I dressed in the uniform that I would've happily burned. A white polo shirt with a navy blue overall dress, knee high socks and those laceless shoes that used a little button and had barely an inch of a heel. Then I woke Violet up so she could do her own routine while I made breakfast. "Fiona!" I heard Violet call and I turned to see her smiling so wide. Her gold locks swung around her shoulders and her blue-green eyes danced with joy. "Fiona!" The ground beneath my feet shook that time. What the-? "Fiona!"

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A light slap on my cheek snapped me out of the memory. I opened my eyes and immediately felt a pain on the side of my neck. I looked around confused and finally saw Stella. I was going to stand up to meet her before feeling a cold sting on my wrists. Handcuffs. I struggled, immediately turning on Stella who stood freely. "Explain!" I growled and she held her hands up as a sign of peace, but I wasn't buying it. "First of all, I'm a witch. So let me formally introduce myself, I'm Stella King. And I'm a witch from the Royal Coven who has been assigned to kidnap you." I frowned, a heavy betrayal falling on my chest. This girl that made me warm and jumpy is going to kill me. Just my luck. "Just kill me. What's the point of holding me prisoner?" I looked around the room, which looked like a spare bedroom that had been emptied out. "Slow your roll. I'm here to interrogate you, not kill you."

I laughed maniacally, suddenly finding all of this hilarious. I couldn't stop laughing at the irony of it all. Of course the one person I start warming up to is my enemy. How wonderful. Like I haven't had enough. "Can I speak now?" Stella said. I stopped laughing and hung my head low, frowning to myself. "You know why the Royal Coven is after you. You kill people in cold blood, you're disturbing the peace. Why?" I kept my mouth shut, refusing to tell her a thing. "The sooner you talk, the sooner this'll be over." My shoulders shook as I laughed again, but this time it was more anger than insanity. "So what? I'll talk and confess to everything and then I'll be killed? Just kill me now, because you're not getting anything out of me. Get it over with." I growled before looking up at her, anger scrunching my face. She paled, I don't know if it was from my face or my plea to be killed.

After that, she left me alone. I just sat on the ground, rethinking my entire life. So it's all come down to this? My actions were bound to come back and bite me in the ass. But fuck, it's damn cruel to make this woman start melting the ice around my cold heart and then make her my enemy. I don't know how much time passed before she walked back in, but it was long enough for me to find out that not even my unnatural strength was useful at this angle.. She wore gray sweatpants and an oversized T-shirt, her hair was in a bun and her round glasses sat nicely on her perfect nose. In that moment, I felt such a pull that I thought I'd literally be pulled across the room to her. Then it finally clicked in my head. Mate. The word bounced around my head, but it didn't sink in until she sat down in front of me. Legs crossed and all. I scowled, upset that she was supposed to be the person I was destined to be with. I'm not particularly attracted to getting kidnapped.

"Just answer my questions. What's the worst that can happen?" She took a big scoop of ice cream and ate it as if she wasn't holding me captive. I just stared at her, unnervingly calm. I made sure to not lose the scowl feature to my face, when really I was just appreciating the natural beauty she carried. "Not gonna talk huh? Well, want some ice cream?" She took a big scoop and offered it to me, holding the spoon an inch from my lips. When I kept my mouth closed, she shrugged and ate it herself. "I'll be real with you, I don't want to kill you. So I'm hoping I won't have to. But you need to answer my questions to ensure your safety." I blinked, not letting out a peep. I sniffed before turning my head to scratch my nose on my shoulder and then looking back at her. "So you're a mute now. Wonderful. Well, you've been sitting here for like 4 hours. You want something to eat? I wouldn't mind ordering some food for us." I couldn't help but snicker, this girl. She had no business being so cute while my hands are quite literally cuffed behind my back. "Don't you know? Vampires don't eat 'people food.' The only thing that can satisfy our hunger is blood." I smiled at her, hoping to unnerve her with the on and off maniac to mute attitude. I was shocked to find pity in her eyes. "Really? That's horrible! You've never tried a pizza? Or a burger?" I just sat there, flabbergasted that she felt pity for me.

I just chuckled, which soon turned to pure laughter. No manic manner to it. I just looked at her and shrugged. "Sure I've tried those before." She seemed excited that I was talking with her, so she scooted closer to me. "How does it work? Can you taste flavor? Or is there no flavor to anything?" I sighed, wondering what my life is playing out to be. I'm being held captive and interrogated about my food palette. "Food has flavor, I can taste things. But my body quite literally can't digest it. So I end up puking up anything that my body can't handle. The only exceptions seem to be liquids and apples. And apples are only an exception because I trained my body to digest it." She nodded slowly, trying to swallow this new information. "But do apples give you nutrition?" She took another spoonful of ice cream into her mouth, seemingly invested in the conversation. "No. It's just a luxury. The only thing that can give me nutrition is blood." She didn't seem to like that answer, since her face fell. How ironic is this. My enemy, who is also my mate, is holding me captive and is asking about my appetite. No one would believe me if I told them this.