Eternal

Part 5

Seven days. It'd been a full calendar week since you'd heard from Josh. At first you were sad. Near devastated, to put it bluntly. Then you decided that anger and pettiness was your ideal route. You were just the flavor of the week to him, literally. He got his fill and then took you to a nice dinner and ghosted you. Part of you wanted to start going to the club again, partly to drink and dance your feelings away, but deep down, it was mostly to find a stranger to hold your body and make Josh jealous if he was there.

Instead, you stayed in with Jameson, deciding that the idea of seeing the vampire with his arms wrapped around somebody else was too nauseating to bear. Your dreams were still strange, the swirling screaming black shadows seemed to have backed away, but were still circling, still watching.

Still, when your phone pinged from its spot on the couch on the seventh day, giving the cat who was laying on the device a startle, there was a small flutter in your stomach, only to be crushed as you fished your phone from under Jameson's belly and seeing it was just a spam email notification. You tossed your forkful of pasta down into the bowl, letting the metal clatter and clang against the ceramic bowl, feeling pathetic that yet again, you were wallowing over some guy. You'd decided you'd had enough, getting up and stomping to your bedroom, darting to your closet and towards the back where you kept your more risqué clothing.

You slipped out of the oversized t-shirt you wore as pajamas, shimmying into the tight black mini skirt and pulling your lacy bustier top out of the closet too. You made sure to do a sultry, smokey look for your makeup, and spritzed your most femme fatale perfume on your neck, wrists and ankles. Once you fastened your strappy heels, you stood up, going to your vanity mirror and fluffing your hair. In your peripheral, you caught movement in the corner of your bedroom. An icy bolt of fear shot through your body as you tried to act normal, grabbing your bag off the vanity table and beginning to move quickly to the door.

"Where do you think you're going?" you stopped, the ice in your veins turning to bubbling hot anger as Josh's voice called out to you. "I asked you a question, love." you spun on your heel, walking towards the man who emerged from the shadows.

"Don't you fucking call me 'love', asshole." you pointed a finger at him, jabbing him in the chest. "You don't speak to me for a fucking week and break into my apartment the one night I decide to go out and get over you? How dare you?"

"As I've told you, you're mine." Josh grabbed the wrist of the hand that was poking his chest. "There is no getting over me, love." his emphasis on your pet name made your blood boil even more, and tried to pry your arm away from him, but he only tugged you in further. Your chest was pressed against his, his other arm winding around your back, pressing you against him. "I was away on business. But if you were craving my attention, I do believe even these modern cell phones work both ways, do they not?"

"Forgive me, but I thought you were more 'old-fashioned', and would give a girl a call after a few days."

"After the way you left me high and dry in the back of the car?"

"Oh, were you thirsty?" you gave him a fake pout. "Couldn't find another blood bag for seven days?" Josh bemusedly rolled his eyes.

"If you're jealous, then let me put your nerves to rest." he murmured, looking into your eyes. "I have not seen, nor fed from another since you." you stopped trying to pull away from him, gritting your teeth as he stared you down, an honest, unbothered look on his face. You hated the small feeling of joy in your heart at the admission, knowing he felt it in your pulse the way his thumb rubbed against your wrist. Your stubbornness reared at the small smirk on his face and you tried tugging away again.

"Well that's lovely, but if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go out and have a good night." you pushed yourself away from him, and turned, briskly walking out of the room. Josh followed, hot on your heels.