Not One In Eight

18. Let's Put Her in a Cage!

"I say we lock her in a cage." Sam suggested earning him two head slaps, quite a few nasty glares and two, might I say, very hard punches by Van and I.

"You guys we needed to be serious. This is a life or death matter. We can't let a very important member of the groups, the coven and the pack, to be hurt in anyway." Francis said in his rightful position. Strong and true as an eagle.

"Plus David would skin our hides if she were hurt. The new, confident and strong David is not one to be trifled with," Fay-Fay said and I laughed in my head. Trifled, totally a word a kid in this century would use.

I even saw some of Matt's pack looking at her confused. Well, you can't always pick your henchman. Plus, that's what he gets for having a pack of football players.

"She's going to need bodyguards. At least four with her. And that also means at least one girl, in case you need to use the ladies room or you know other things. But it'd also look really weird if you were randomly walking around town with a bunch of hulking boys." Reose said smiling. She's nice, a bit of a mamma's girl but nice.

So we sat, discussing. Everyone seemed engrossed in our conversation. Even I did, but I wasn't.

Every five second I would look to the clock silently hoping David would bust the door in a second. He'd rush right over to me, taking my small body into his. I'd buried my head into his shoulder. Then we'd kiss and he'd silently take me to his room. There our bodies would meld and-what? Wow, I'm getting way ahead of myself.

But I miss him. Whenever he's far away, even like five feet I feel an ach in my side. I just want him to be okay and by my side. Please let my David, my love, my soul mate, be okay.

"Emmalie, Emmalie? Are you okay?" Finn asked.

"Or are you just dreaming?" Danni begged.

"Are you not okay?" van pled with me, knowing that if something was wrong there might be a chance of losing me.

"No I'm fine, don't worry. Just daydreaming." I answered coming out of my reverie.

David's POV

Where the hell did that guy go? One minute he's here fighting me, the next he's leaving some cryptic hint. Then he disappears. Yeah, thanks a whole lot Mr............

Samuel a seductive female voice whispered coaxingly in my head but I ignored it. I ran as fast as I could, trying to sniff out her scent. At least she had one of her flea- I mean weres with her. Its repulsive smell seems to mask her intoxicating one.

I first tried Emmalie's house. No luck. Then I tried my house, still no luck. So I got over my unwanting desire to stay away from the pack house and what do you know, she's there.

I bust through the door, and they are in the middle of a conversation. I don't even acknowledge them and head straight to Emmalie, my Emmalie. I pick her and she takes her head and buries it into my shoulder. Then we kissed and I silently began to take her back. To her home. So that I could talk to her.

Maybe I want to do other things but she's not ready for that so I'll wait. But I need to ask her, maybe she does have some kind of info that could help us.

"And where do you think you're going with her?" I asked a voice that I could pick out of in a crowd of millions. Finn. My brother. My betrayer.

"To her house." I stated simply smiling at her.

"Finn, the pack and the coven both agreed that she'd have at least four people with her at all time. And one has to be a girl. You know because if she had to use the bathroom or got her-"Finn started but Fayette cut him off.

"What Finn's trying to say is that we care for her too. And her safety is a concern for us as well. If you don't abide to our rules then we won't abide to your rules." Fayette said, lightning striking as if to prove her point was solid. And she was right.

Emmalie's POV

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Give it to Fay-Fay to make my safety dramatic.

"Can we at least keep them at non hearing distance. I can project to them if need be." David asked, his voice low and barely audible.

I really don't want to be under such tight security. I mean no privacy, not going to be any fun. But I didn't get why David wanted us alone. Maybe he didn't want the guys staring at us if we started to make out, or if we started to do more.

Ugggg, I really need to get that though off my mind. It's probably just my hormonally levels being spiked and the levels of testosterone rising so that that a sex drive is established. Ooooo, look at me. I know a lot of big fancy words and explanations. How smart am I?

"Fine. Is everyone in agreement?" Francis asked and everyone nodded. Well Finn didn't exactly but still. David gave me a curious look Like he was trying to figure me out.

It's kind of a little late to be trying to figure me out. Oh well, I guess he's just queer that way. No I don't mean gay queer, cause that's just offensive but like a weird queer.

But anyway let's get back on topic.

So David picked me off my feet and carried me home, to my home. You know the house I live in. Usually. At least we'll be alone, sorta.

David POV

As we left I could faintly make out the strained sounds of my brother and Danni quarreling.

"I saw the way you were looking at her!" Danni yelled and Emmalie drifted into a blissful sleep, right in my arms. So I decided to stay for a bit.

"Well I can look at her!" No you can't.

"She's with David! You can't! She made her decision!" Danni yelled when I heard light footsteps and Reose stepped in. Thank god. Maybe they'll stop fighting.

"Stop it you two! Dad, stop making googly eyes at Emmalie," yes please stop, " and mom, you need to stop lecturing him. He'll never listen if you continue to do this fighting thing."

"But I love her." Finn whispered meekly.

"Well so does everyone else. She seems to attract supernaturals like a magnet. Look she has those dogs, I mean weres that she used to associate with. There's something off about her." That's all I needed. I took off running, all the way back to her house. I placed her on her bed. I lied down next to her and soon enough she was curled into me. Using me like a pillow or stuffed animal. I love it when she's asleep, she just looks so, peaceful.

But I need to wake her up. I need to know who her father is. Maybe that'll clear some things up.

"Emmalie, it's time to wake up."'

"Huh, what? Mom, I don't want to get up. I don't care if we have to meet the president of the united states. I'm not getting up and wearing that pink mini skirt. I have more pride than that." She mummered but I continued to try to coax her out of dream land until she finally looked up. I looked into her innocent eyes.

"Good morning and what is going on?" she asked getting straight to the point. No small talk for her.

"Emmalie, what was you father's name?"

"You woke me up to ask me that? Why?"

"Just answer it and I'll tell you."

"Okay, Lucas Thames? Why did you need to know that?" she asked confused but I wasn't even paying attention.

Lucas Thames? I can't be. But it is.

Oh my god, she's in more danger than I thought.