Dark Horizons

Chapter sixteen

Dark Horizons

Chapter sixteen

"Hey, Demitri. I am sorry I got so mad at you this morning, it was just a slip of the tongue." I said as I took his hand. He smiled at me.

"Its alright. I would have been upset, too." he replied looking into my eyes. I smiled at him then looked away.

"So how was your walk?" He asked. I heard some suspicion in his voice.

"Peaceful." I lied.

"Thats not what Damon told me. A demon jogger? If you ran into a demon then they wanted something from you." he stated raising his eyebrows at me.

"Thats weird, he just continued running." I explained.

"Your lying. I can tell. You won't look me in the eyes and you have this tone in your voice, your scared." He stated. I didn't know how he knew that I was scared.

"Please, I am not scared." I argued. My lying was becoming less and lees convincing. It was starting to sound like I was asking questions.

"Pam, tell me what happened." He said looking down at me with a stern look in his eyes. I shook my head. I knew I couldn't, Dex had specifically told me not to tell anyone.

"I honestly can't." I said forcefully. I didn't know if he would listen or not but I had to tell him something.

"Please. Did they threaten you?" He asked sounding like an over protective brother. I gave him the smallest nod I could and saw his jaw tighten.

"I aplogize but I have to go speak with Damon." He uttered before he bolted out of the room.

I sat on his bed for a second then layed down. That boy was gonna get me killed. He heard me say I couldn't tell him and then rushed off to go tell Damon someone threatened me. I closed my eyes and thought about what had happened. I could still hear Dexters deep, mocking tone. What's worse was that I could still feel the slight touch of his lips against mine. I was just drifting off when i heard the door slam open.

"Who were they?!" Damon shouted at me. I bolted up and saw Damon rushing over to me with Demitri following closely behind.

"No one." I lied. I knew they knew I was lying since I had confessed to someone threatening me.

"Stop lying to me! This has become a situation that could get you harmed. You need to tell us what happened!" he exclaimed as he began pacing. I was scared by his yelling and cowered into Demitri.

"I-I just can't tell you." I wimpered. Demitri put his arm around me and turned to Damon.

"You need to listen to this girl. You are scaring her! She can't tell you, leave it alone." He growled. He sounded like the protective older brother I never had. Damon punched the wall creating a rather large dent and a explosive sound. I jumped.

"She can't just tell me no. She is my responsibility." He said sounding like he was going to yell, again.

"I am my own responsibility." I sneered. I didn't like that they were talking about me like I wasn't there. Espeacially since they were acting like I was a child who couldn't take care of herself.

"Pam, I'm sorry, but I'm just worried about you." he sighed as he approached me. He seemed to have calmed down but I still took a step away from him as he approached.

"Sorry." I murmured as I looked down and shuffled towards him uncomfortably.

"Its okay. Well, Demitri and I need to go out so just hang out with Ian today, I guess." He said quietly, shrugging. I nodded. Damon turned to Demitri and they walked out. Demitri gave me a small wave.

"Ill talk to him, don't worry. I'll call Ian up, too." He said softly before closing the door. I shuffled over to Damons bed and flopped down pulling the covers over my head.

After a few minutes the bed shifted and I peeked out. I could see Ians glossy brown hair and smiled to myself. I watched him as he looked down at me. He smiled a bit and then pulled the covers away.

"Hey! I could have been naked!" I exclaimed causing him to chuckle.

"Oh you wouldn't be. I know you, your uncomfortable being naked in the shower." He snickered. I held back a laugh because it was true.

"Forget you then." I said sticking my tongue out at him.

"Your so immature. Now, get up, we are going out." He said taking my hand and pulling me out of the big bed. I laughed as I followed him to the door.

It was there, surrounded by things I wasn't familiar with, that I realized how much I had missed Ian. He was the most real and nostaligic thing. I had missed laughing with him.

"Where are we going?" I asked while I pulled on some vans that were laying around. Isabelle and Alex had packed bags before they came so I was borrowing their shoes and such.

"Your house. I'm tired of seeing you in the awkward fitting clothing." he laughed. We walked outside into the brisk November air. It was around the fifteenth and I was exciting because my birthday was coming up, I didn't know how wrong I was to be excited for it.

"Home? Weird." I said. It was weird because I hadn't thought about it since demitri told me my parents died. Even though Damon had told me he would take me I hadn't really given it that much thought.

We walked to the house and I stared at it in awe. It seemed to tower over me and cast a dark shadow. I walked in and was over come by the familiar scent of rose candles and lavender perfume. The candles were mine, but the perfume had been my mothers. I felt some tears sting in my eyes as I remebered her stern way of loving me. My father was almost never around and with my mother she always seemed reluctant to say she loved me.

"So, um, just pack up the stuff you need and I'll be back in thirty minutes." Ian said uncomfortably. As much as I wanted him to stay I knew he would much rather leave. So, I just nodded to him sand watched him walk out closing the door gently behind him.

I walled throughout the house turning on lights and brushing over old pictures. I finally made my way to my room and opened my dresser. They drawers were extremely messy and clothes spilled out onto the floor when I opened it. I smiled as I picked up a shirt that I had ripped up in a particulary weird stage of fashion. I threw it into a pile in the corner of my room by my bed, that's where I threw all of my old clothes.

I opened my closet and ran my hands over all of my old dance costumes. A pastel pink and blue tutu stuck out from the rest. I smiled as I felt the rough tulle between my fingers. The dress was from when I was the lead flower in the Nutcracker. I turned and looked at my wall, it was full of old pictures of Isabelle, Alex, and I. They had written on my wall with chalk in their sloppy hand writing. I smiled remembering all of the sleepovers and jokes and laughs. Suddenly, a shadow flashed across my wall.

I turned and looked. My room was small and messy, anywhere to hide was already filled with clothes, school work, and assorted pieces of junk I wouldn't organize. I knew there was no where for someone to hide and shrugged the shadow off because I always thought the house was haunted.

Then, I heard a chuckle, I was pretty sure ghosts couldn't chuckle. Espcially since I knew the chuckle, I knew it well. I turned around again, expecting to see Demitri or Damon but knowing who it really was. My heart stopped beating for a second when I met his eyes, Dexter.

A/N I know it took a long time for me to upload but I was having trouble with my story. Now, I am ready to write chapter seventeen! :D this was the closest I could get to a cliffhanger but bear with me! Oh, and I willl be going on a week long vacation soon so there might be a week when there isn't uploads...sorry. Anwayssss

What do you think?

I know I have to many ideas thrown out there but in the end I will tie it all together! :D