"Woo, let's get this party started,"
Splash! Water sprays every which way as someone jumps into Sia's pool. Yeah, we are having a pool party with booze and crazy drunks. What can I say? I am a college-age guy.
"Dude, get out of your head. It's party time."
I laugh at Sia and jump in the pool. As soon as I surface, I'm swamped with slutty girls. Normally, I would have loved it, but all I can think about now is that girl. The one that steals my breath with one look. The one that owns my heart. The one that doesn't fawn all over me. The one that acts like I don't exist.
"Sorry, girls. I'm taken."
Blondie licks her bottom lip and moves a little closer.
"Let me know when you dump her. I will be waiting."
I roll my eyes a little disgusted. I look straight in her eyes.
"Never gonna happen. She will always have my heart."
The amount of venom in my voice shocks even me. I know it was a bit harsh, but it was enough to get the point across.
"Damn man, that was awesome. Did you see the look on their faces? It was priceless."
I laugh at that. Leave it to Sia to get all excited over something so simple.
"Whatever, man. I just told them the truth. Someone else already owns my heart."
"Damn, dude, that is just too fucking beautiful."
Sia wipes a fake tear away and starts laughing.
"Whatever, man. One day, you will be saying the same damn thing."
"Sure."
I walk away and grab a towel. I dry off and go inside. Why do I have to feel this way? I don't think I will ever see her again. If I do, it will be a miracle.
"I guess you got your miracle."
I spin around in surprise. How did she know what I was thinking?
"It's you."
I know I sound like an idiot, but I don't care.
"Yeah, it's me. And yes, I can read your mind."
Wait, what?
"Wait, what?"
"Geez, now you're just speaking your mind. Can we go somewhere we won't be overheard? We need to talk."
"Um, yeah, ok."
I lead her upstairs to my room and shut the door. When I turn around, she is looking around it with a blank look on her face.
"So what did you want to talk about?"
"Don't rush me. First things first. My name is Lillian Porter. I am a witch and an agent for the WSA, or Witches Spy Agency. Oh and your life is in danger. Apparently, you have cost someone from my world a ton of money, and if you win in two weeks at the championships, they will lose even more."
"Wait, what do you mean my life is in danger?"
"Just that your life is in danger. Keep up. Ok, where was I? Oh yeah, I was sent to protect you and make sure you make it to the championships. Now do you have any questions?"
Hell yeah I do.
"Who wants me dead?"
Might as well start with the basics. Hell, I can ask her out after this is all over with.
*******
(Lillian's POV)Thank God that's over. It took me two fucking hours to answer all his questions. I can tell he is already in love with me. I'm not really surprised, though. He is my mate. I can't let him know that, though. He would have a harder time walking away once this is all over with. Maybe I should have told him that I'm half vampire. Don't ask me how I am even possible. I really don't know. Jarvis promised he'd explain it when I was ready. Of course, that was twelve years ago. I was nine years old and I had finally realized how different I was from the other kids.
"Hey, you ok?"
The concern in his voice makes me smile.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Just thinking. You should go to sleep, Ryder."
"What about you?"
Seriously, this guy is killing me with concern.
"I will be fine. I don't need as much sleep as humans do. In fact, I can go days without sleep."
"Oh ok. Night, baby."
He yawns and his eyes close as he falls to sleep. I wonder if he knows what that does to me. I already want to mate with him. If he continues to call me 'baby', I won't be able to walk away. I might not even last one week, much less two. Damn, I need to think about something else. I wonder what his blood would taste like. Shit! That's even worse. I think I died and went to hell. How am I even gonna make it through the night?
YOU ARE READING
To Hell And back
Paranormal21 year old Lillian Porter has powers. When she was younger, she just wanted to fit in. When she was fourteen, she changed. Whether for the better or the worst, she may never know. 22 year old Ryder Black has been in the arena since he was twelve. Y...