All Your Fault

Chapter Thirteen

My heartbeat thundered like a stampede echoing throughout my head, I groaned, shoving my face deeper into my pillow. My arms felt heavy and filled with pins and needles as I dragged them out from under my body. My dress stuck to my skin in the stale sweat that coated my body. My hair stuck to my face and I spat some curly strands out of my mouth, frowning as I tasted hairspray—it wasn't surprising it felt like Andrea had used two bottles on my hair.

Pulling myself unladylike out of my bed, my skirt rising up my thighs more than decent, I ignored it, stumbling to the bathroom. Man I was wasted last night wasn't I. I struggled to remember what happened, my thoughts coated in dusty cobwebs. I decided to wait that battle out until I've had a huge glass of ice water, two Ibuprofen, and two Tylenol to knock out this headache that lay rampant against my swollen brain cells.

I grimaced as I caught my reflection in the mirror, squinting against the harsh lights of the bathroom. My eyeliner was smeared under my eyes, giving me the look of being punched in the face; god knows it felt like it. My hair had achieved a more rat's nest look than was usual and my dress was bunched up around my thighs, a huge tear in the middle, Andrea was going to have me hanged. I groaned again as my head pounded unmercilessly behind my eyes, what happened last night?

I shed my clothes and stumbled into the shower, just letting the hot water rush away the stale sweat, lingering perfume, and smudged make-up as I struggled to remember last night. I leaned my head against the cool tile, when the images sharpened and flashed across my brain. I cried out, curling into the floor as my mind was assaulted with image after terrifying image.

"of course, he always got everything. Stupid demon. The women, the car, the powers."

"you didn't actually think I was interested in you did you? An uptight child, it was luck that I bumped into you at the bookstore. His smell was all over you, but I couldn't resist."

He lied, he tricked me, and I felt utterly betrayed and dimwitted for even falling for it.

"What are you?" I stumbled as his eyes lost the white, the jade bleeding until it filled each eye.

"Me? I'm just a minor demon who's going to enjoy killing you." He smirked.

"Demon?" I echoed, completely confused, he must be really smashed.

"Oh he didn't tell you? This is going to be a joy" he grinned manically, my mind flashed to the night of my kidnapping.

Claws extended from his fingers, his tongue flickered out like reptiles.

An inhuman growl resonated through the alley as darkness claimed my vision and the last thing I remember thinking was I hoped I didn't ruin the dress, I really liked it.

I bit my lip, the copper taste of blood jerking me out of my memories, gasping for air, clawing at the side of the tub. I ran frantic hands through my hair, scrubbing out the hairspray, and jumped out of the tub. I hurriedly drug on clothes, my mind not on the task at hand, but about what I was going to say to Dorian after I stormed over to his work. I was going to kill him, mangle his body, destroy him; how could he lie to me. I scoffed at that thought, how could he not, he was a demon. I should be cowering in a corner, begging for my life, but he pissed me off. Why didn't I see it before, the flash of gold in his dark eyes, the glimpses of his sharp teeth when he sneered, his cords of muscles. He was the epitmum of dangerous…and I had let him into my life. How stupid could I be?

I flew out the door, almost forgetting my shoes, before I stalked back in and drug on my boots. I threw a wad of cash at the cabby and told him to hurry, I clutched the seat as he swerved in and out of traffic, narrowly missing catastrophic almost accidents, a flurry of horns followed in our wake. When the metal building caught my attention, my nerves started to get the best of me; I stuttered a thanks to the cabby as he greedily counted his money. The walls were just as white as I remembered as I pushed passed the noisy, buxom, red-lipped secretary and slammed open Dorian's door.

"I'm so sorry Mr. Petrov, this…thing pushed her way in here. I'll get security immediately." She drug a hand up and down his arm.

My nostrils flared and I almost gagged on the cloud of perfume she destroyed the air with, my eyes narrowed at him as he glared at me from behind his mahogany desk.

"You," I growled, "have some explaining to do." My fists unclenched and clenched at my sides as held back the urge to throw the chair through the expensive glass windows.

His jaw clenched, "Carlene, please leave. Do not call security, I'll handle this stupid girl." His voice was rough, low, authoritative, it made me nervous.

"Okay." She purred in his ear, I had an itch to remove that perfect head of hers as she glared scathingly at me, I curled my lip in disgust.

He strode out from behind his desk, stalked towards me, he stood towering over me. His massive frame crowding me, his dark eyes flashing gold; he snarled in the back of his throat. His hand gripped my shoulder tightly, "You…" he began in a dark voice before I choked, images flashing before my eyes in such a rapid procession I struggled to keep up, before it slowed into one image, an image I saw through my own eyes.

The putrid smell of decaying flesh and human waste burned my nose underneath the black veil covering half of my face. I paid no heed to it as I picked my way across the once lush green hill now marred by the puddles of blood and mutilated bodies. My boots sunk into the blood-drenched ground, my black cloak swirled around my knees; Rip my black stallion ambled his way behind me his tail twitching.

When we had cleared the battle site, I swung up into Rip's saddle, my cloak up around my face. A heavy mist began to fall, blanketing the road in a damp fog. I gripped the reigns in my black gloved hands and squeezed my thighs together, urging Rip into a gallop.

My breath was sucked from my lungs as I was yanked from the image into reality, I gagged, finding myself on one knees dry heaving onto the wooden floor. A sheen of sweat coated my face, my hand trembled gripping my knees, I fell back onto my backside, still gasping for the sweet air.

Dorian stared down at me, his mouth grim, arms crossed over his chest, eyes flickering. "What did you see?" he asked quietly.

My chest heaved, I swallowed dryly, "you wouldn't believe me." I bit out, pushing a hand through my still damp hair.

He made his way back to his chair, leaning back in it, untied boots crossed on his desk, "Try me."

A/N:  I dont know if i want to leave the flashback part in there. it was a spur of the moment idea.  Feedback on the idea would be greatly appreciated.

Keep or get rid of??