Chapter Sixteen - Not Right

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// Aftermath <3

Maria's POV

I woke up to the gentle sound of a shower, causing me to realise that I was late. I got up slowly, before I approached the bathroom and stepped into the shower, joining them. "I'm sorry that I'm late..." I apologised softly, leaning down to Lark's shoulder as I was stood behind her, and planted a kiss there. She chuckled, turning around to face me. She looked shattered as in exhaustion...

"How long have you been at it?" I asked her, "All night until it went down for another day." she replied. That didn't make any sense. Was she okay? 

I then looked over to Myla, concerned for the both of them, honestly. My thoughts were then popped like a bubble as Lark placed her lips against mine deeply, causing me to return the kiss. I let out a soft moan, closing my eyes for a few seconds to allow myself being taken into a different world, until I suddenly got pushed into the tiled wall. I was brought back into the real world, to find out that Lark was...

"What just happened?" I asked Myla, "She's just tired. That's all." she told me, "Let's take her into the bedroom so she could be comfortable." she added. Why in the fuck was she so casual about this situation? Lark quite literally passed out in the worst possible place!

I watched Myla pick her girlfriend up, stepping out of the shower carefully and I decided to turn off the shower, worried out of my damn mind about Lark. I then went back into the bedroom, watching Myla lay her girlfriend down before she also suddenly zoned out and crashed down onto the bed, on top of Lark. What was fucking happening? What the hell?

Something was obviously not right. 

What was wrong with them? 

All I could do...was to wait it out. Maybe they just needed a snooze...


A couple of hours later, I was sat down in the far corner of the bedroom, anxious but strangely curious. Then, I watched Lark move a little bit. "Lark? Are you okay?" I asked her, "Do you need me to...-"

"Hungry. Actually...I'm starving."

As she spoke, I saw her fangs and they weren't her normal fangs. 

She was in a blood lust. 

"Come here, petal...give me a hug..." she purred at me. "I'll give you a treat afterwards..."

"What about Myla?" I asked her, causing her to look down to see Myla. Then, she looked up to me. "We will worry about her later."

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