Cursed To Be His Bride ✔️

Chapter Eight: Lisa

Edward had been acting weird―not that he was ever normal.

It was just that I didn't know what to expect anymore.

A vampire? Blood sucking monster? Bite marks on my parent's corpse—yeah, I remembered seeing them at the mortuary after the accident; had to confirm if they were really the Browns.

It was an awful day.

I felt a cringe forming on my face and a singe in my throat at the memory of their pale bodies lying completely drained out of life. The odor had almost made me swallow the vomit, singeing my throat.

The memories swung inside my mind choking me till I was breathless. The strangling that I'd been able to avoid was now clear as a day around my neck.

Exactly why I always avoided reminiscing my past! But they weren’t my problem right now, Edward was.

How could I trust him? Did he even worth my faith? Who knew about the dirty secrets he might be keeping? But most of all, what about that paper work?

The water splashed on my face washed off the drowsiness and anxiety. I appreciated how my skin quivered at the touch of coldness the water held.

The thought of Edward's hand in mine drifted into my memories creating unrest in the region.

I didn't want his thoughts snooping into my mind just the way he'd snooped into my house. I was mad, mad at how much ease he'd furnished me.

I wanted to hate him. I wanted to hate him so bad.

"Lisa!" Jenna called.

I checked myself once more in the mirror to ensure I wasn't having the same nest on my head again.

Much to my surprise, my hair was totally fine and needed no brushing. Probably because I didn't have any sleep the night before.

Well, who could really fall asleep with a blood sucking creature two doors away?

I wondered how Jenna would react to this—though I had to keep this from her, for her sake.

"Lisa!" She called again, this time with a bit manly tone. That happened when she was mad or annoyed.

I quickly made my way downstairs without another thought holding me back.

Even though I wanted to act normal, but after that encounter the night before with him and the confrontation, I didn't know how to act normal.

I was basically misunderstanding the meaning of normal. It means a human, right? A regular one who don't have fangs or super speed or the appetite to satisfy with blood?

I wondered.

He seemed fine, chatting with Jenna at the table as if he'd not just threatened her only niece.

His facial expressions were tough; smiling yet warned, trying to read the person before him. And not to mention incredibly handsome―then again, he was a vampire with a predatory, inhuman beauty—I was right about that since day one.

But he was dead, wasn't he? Wait! Was that how it worked or there was some other way of transformation, like they showed you in the movies?

Oh good lord! I had questions.

"Lisa, we were talking about you." Edward distracted.

Was I gawping at them?

"Really? Surprise me." I budged my gaze to anywhere except for his awfully pale face.

Thank God he couldn't read my reflections! Wait, could he?

"Edward's taking us to a trip." Jenna caught my attention from across the table.