Heart Vacancy

Chapter 8

"Buckle up, cause its going to be a bumpy ride." Kola said, shifting the handle. The car suddenly shook rapidly. Cynthia looked out the side window and saw the tires turn inwards transforming into rockets. Rising higher, everyone buckled up bracing for impact. The car flew upwards, repeating the process the way Cynthia first came in from the begging. Once they entered the dark whole, they were instantly on the other side of Haven falling down. Damien's arms crossed over his hard chest still annoyed by the fact he has to go to the theater. Cynthia just realized that he was still shirtless and also noticed something she hadn't seen. His tattoo on his right arm. Black lines curled here and there while the edges were sharp and edgy. It was hot on him. Cynthia had the sudden urge to trace the lines with her fingers, but she quickly pushed the thoughts aside.

"Like the view." Damien said, his eyes looking straight at Cynthia catching her glare. An awkward silence was amongst Aaliyah,Beth, and Valin. Embarrassed, Cynthia's face started to glow red, until she had and idea.

"Your tattoo, it's fascinating. Sorry if my starring made you feel uncomfortable." Cynthia said, smugness hidden in her voice. Damien rolled his eyes at her. Surprisingly he didn't say he was going to punish her for talking back.

"Nonsense. You can never make me feel uncomfortable. Now shut up like the rest of the girls." Damien snapped, now focused outside the window.

An idea finally hit her. He thinks that she can't make him uncomfortable? Ha. This prince is going to be very surprised. Although Cynthia never had a mate in her life, she knew exactly how to attract males, it was to tease. That's it! Her answer to attract him! Teasing was the answer! She wants to show him exactly what he is missing and so throughout the whole four months, there will only be nothing but teasing until he begs her for him to be with her. It was absolutely perfect. Or so she thinks...

Looking out, Cynthia saw that it was night. Strange.Back from the castle it was morning, now it's night? Haven simply was confusing. Flying cars zipped and zoomed they were all the same car as Kolas. Tall buildings reached the sky,people in suits, dresses, or homeless were underneath them. Everything was designed as if they were in the 1920's which captured Cynthia's attention. Never has she seen anything like it, it has only been in her world big dresses, riding horses, and be properly mannered. Suddenly the car fell roughly to ground making the girls jolt forward.

"We're here. Now get out." Kola said.

The girls looked at her confused by her rudeness but it only made her laugh.

"Guys I'm just pushing your buttons. Haha. But no you seriously need to get out. We're here." Kola said jokingly.

Damien and the girls got out of the car to see a big store that flashed colorful letters that read : "Glamo Designers". Interesting name. Cynthia eyes scanned the building until her eyes caught something truly lovely. Her eyes grew wide with excitement. In the display window, a sparkly red dress that was long and silky, shined in Cynthia's eyes. Without even thinking about it she went inside. Going in there were people talking amongst one another or smoking a cigar. But Cynthia could careless what everyone else was doing, she needed that red dress. Her hand grabbed the dress and ever so nonchalant she walked out of the shop. Alarm bells suddenly bursted into her ears. What was happening? A woman behind the counter pointed a rifle at her , having a cigaret in between her lips. But Cynthia wasn't afraid. Still thinking that she is a princess, she only came towards the gun.

"How dare you point a weapon at me, I have you know that I am..." Before Cynthia could finish that sentence The woman pulled the trigger making a loud bang. It all happened to fast, the bullet was aiming to her head. She screamed from the blow, closing her eyes in fear. But she felt nothing. Cynthia was very much human but why didn't she feel the bullet? Seeing with her very own eyes that its was aiming at her. Opening her eyes Damien stood in front of her, he had saved her from the bullet and stood over her like a shield. The old woman was just as shocked as Cynthia. No blood was shed, he stood perfectly fine. From behind Cynthia could hear his low deep growl and fury. Without a warning Damien forcefully flipped the gun now aiming at the woman and fired without any hesitation. Screams came from some woman in the store but they abruptly stopped when Damien shot one of them. Silence and fear all came from the store.

"Now that I have all your attention. I'm prince Damien and we came to get these girls some fucking dress for theater. So I suggest you all shut the hell up and go back to whatever the fuck you were doing, before I blow another one of your heads." Damien scowled, making everyone do as he said. Cynthia and the girls beside the door were shocked at Damien. Damien was truly brutal and heartless. Just because he has the title of a prince he doesn't give a damn in the world. Cynthia being shocked, looked at him horrified.

"You killed that woman... How could you..." Cynthia stopped her sentence once Damien turned to her.

"From what I remember I just saved your life. So the least you could do is thank me and go put on that dress." Damien snapped. Cynthia twirled around to the dressing room where she could get in her dress. All the other girls did the same. Aaliyah picked out a rosy pink dress that went up to her knees. Beth on the other hand picked a big yellow frilly dress with ruffles trailing down. Valin picked out the most plainest dress ever. It was all black with straps connected to the back. Cynthia truly believes that she was having the better dress, however when she peaked her head out she saw Beth asking for help from Damien if he could zip the back for her. Oh that slut. Cynthia never thought she would ever have this feeling before but she was actually jealous. Cynthia knew exactly her plan but she won't let her win. Quickly she unzipped the back of her dress after she just got done zipping it up. Waiting until Beth was finally zipped up in her dress, Cynthia poked her head out.

"Damien. Uhh could you help me with this dress?" Cynthia said, trying to act all shy. Damien slouched his shoulders annoyed and went over to help Cynthia.

"Turn around." Damien ordered and Cynthia did as she was told. Considering the small space in the dressing room they were very close together. Her heart was beating out of her chest when she felt his warm gentle hands touch her back. This gave her the memory of when she was in his room, how his strong body was up against hers. His warm breath in her ear. Such thoughts made her have the lustful feeling wash over her. She needed to get her mind on something else.

"How did you not die.. from the bullet? You seemed as though you had never gotten shot in the first place and there is no wound on you. Not a single drop of blood left your body." Cynthia asked as Damien was zipping her dress.

"It's none of your concern." Damien said only focused on the zipper. Shortly after his comment Cynthia was fully zipped up. Cynthia turned around and purposely moved closer against him. Now face to face. He breathed in through his noes and his ice eyes scanning her. She looked right back at them they down to his lips.

From that moment they were so close that they could kiss but she quickly broke the trance.

"Thanks." She said and left out of the dressing room. That was a close one, too close.