When I woke up the next morning, I was alone. Devin never came to bed last night and it kind of upset me. I shouldn't have slept with Chris but he tempted me. I sighed and got out of bed, going into the bathroom and taking a quick shower. Once I finished, I brushed my teeth and went to get dressed in sweats and one of Devin's baggy shirts, before going downstairs.
Devin was passed out on the couch. I stood there, wondering if I should wake him up. As I moved forward, reaching out to touch him, he jumped up, suddenly awake. He looked at me before glaring. I frowned and looked down. "I'm sorry.."
"No you're not." he said, getting up and stumbling into the kitchen.
I followed. "Dev, please. Can you just talk to me?"
He stopped and turned to look at me. "No. I'm mad at you right now."
"I understand. I know I shouldn't have slept with Chris but I couldn't.."
"Couldn't what? And don't say you couldn't help it because you fucking could have, Kerstin. Chris doesn't own you. You could have said no!"
I was crying now. I couldn't speak, he was right. Chris didn't own me and I could have said no. I should have said no. But I didn't. Devin scoffed and walked past me, purposely pushing his shoulder against mine, making me stumble a little, as he walked through the living room and upstairs. I heard our bedroom door slam shut and I jumped.
"Devin's still pissed off?" Ryan asked, coming into the kitchen.
I sniffled, wiping my tears away, and nodded. I sat down at the dining room table, placing a hand on my forehead. I was getting a headache, probably from getting upset. I heard a thud and looked down, Ryan had placed a mug of coffee in front of me.
"Thanks..." I said.
"Don't cry. Let him have his moment and then he'll be back to normal." Ryan said, sitting down.
"Ryan?" I asked.
"Hmmm?" he hummed from his spot beside me. He was dumping blood into a coffee mug. It was making me queasy.
"Did you ever think you'd be back here? I mean...as a vampire again?" I said.
"Honestly, yes and no. I didn't think I, or any of the guys, would be turned again but I had a feeling Chris was still watching us, mostly you." he said.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"I just had a funny feeling a few weeks before it all happened. Like we were all being tracked or something, you know?" he said, sipping his blood. It left a stain on his upper lip, like a milkstache.
I giggled. "You have a mustache."
He wiped his upper lip and smiled. "Be happy."
I sighed. "There's nothing 'happy' about being here. At least I have you guys." I said.
"Exactly." he said, chuckling.
Devin came back into the kitchen, all dressed up. I didn't look at him, just stared into my black coffee. "Where are you going?" Ryan asked.
"Out." Devin said, pulling a blood packet out of the fridge.
"Where too?" he asked.
"Just out. I'll be back later." Devin replied, ripping the top of the packet off and downing it before walking out.
He slammed the front door, making me jump, and I sighed again, getting up. Ryan watched me but didn't say anything. I dumped my coffee out and grabbed a water bottle. "I'm going to go lay down." I said.
