Grace Matters

Chapter Seven

"Good morning, beautiful." Grace heard Grayson whisper into the shell of her ear causing her eyes to slowly open with a flicker, her head starts to instantly pound with intense pain, too much alcohol she remembered. As her eyes adjust as much as they possibly could she realises that they are both laid on the couch, with just a fur blanket covering their modesty.

"Morning, my love," Grace murmured in response, while stretching her whole body out with a groan, trying to rid any body aches that wanted to appear. "I need a shower." Grace scrunches up her nose, all she could smell was the stale scent of alcohol and she needed to get rid of that smell before it made her vomit. She steadily crawls away from Grayson's frame, standing on her now wobbling legs. As her eyes take in the scene before her, the house was trashed and a complete mess, there was broken glass all over the floor, Grace's and Grayson's clothes scattered here, there and everywhere, and the entrance door had been left wide open. She couldn't remember much of the night before apart from the generous amounts of spirits the three of them had taken.

Grace noticed Ant walking through the entrance doors, with a face filled with thunder as he took in the state of his home, he wasn't impressed with what had happened while he wasn't home.

"Sorry about the mess, I will clean up once my brain is in working order again," Grace said tiptoeing over the broken glass, trying not to cut herself or make even more of a mess. She felt guilty towards Ant like she had taken advantage of his hospitality, but she hoped that he wouldn't take much offence to it as it wasn't a regular occurrence.

"You wanna tell me what happened last night? It's all over the news." Ant asked in almost a demanding tone, ignoring what Grace said previously, Grayson quickly pulled himself away from the couch when hearing the tone Ant used, making a point of scooping Grace off the floor and into his arms, making sure that she wouldn't cut her feet off the shattered glass on the ground. He couldn't remember how the glass had gotten there but when there were no memories of a drunken night it must have been a good time after all.

"Sorry Ant, but I'm sure Grace just explained herself and it won't take long if the both of us get to work on cleaning." Grayson jested while smirking at her, it was clear that he was currently in a good mindset and feeling back to his old self with Grace being back in his life once again.

"OK" Ant murmured with a shake of his head and walked into the foyer, turning the TV on with a click as the news came on, a picture of Morgan was plastered on the screen.

"I think he means about Morgan." Grace pulls a pout on her lower lip while looking into Grayson's eyes, it was clear that she felt no guilt towards the other woman, she thought that it was either Morgan or herself and she was happier protecting herself in that matter. There were times before that she would have felt guilty about killing an innocent but in her mind, Morgan wasn't innocent in the slightest, she could have turned out like her father or even worse than him. In her mind, she was saving others from more torture and heartbreak. Yet it was apparent that Ant was disappointed in what antics they were on the night before.

"Ant..." Grayson replied in a more sincere tone, it was clear to anyone that Ant and Grayson had a long past and knew each other's every move and didn't want to wrong the other. Grayson placed Grace back onto her feet, making sure that there were no pieces of glass near her bare feet. "They trapped us like caged animals, they were intending to do more harm to others like us, what were we supposed to do, just sit and watch them make our species extinct?" He folds his arms over his chiselled chest, wanting to make his point known that it was either the hunters or themselves.

"You know as well as I do Grayson, there are rules about killing humans. It always comes with consequences that will come our way." Ant ran a hand through his hair in a frustrated manner, as if he was waiting for something to happen or the police to come barging into the house, even though the news just claimed it was an animal attack of some sort. "But I suppose the killing hasn't led its way to us in the end..." He added with a hum as he looked over the TV screen once again as if he was double-checking for his sanity of sorts. He was a worrier and that was clear to anyone who met Ant, he cared for the people he held close, and even if that meant living with rules and regulations he didn't care. He wanted them safe.