Demon By Day (Sequel To Demon By Night)

Chapter 2- What Can I Say? Watermelon Vodka Is Addicting!

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Chapter 2- What Can I Say? Watermelon Vodka Is Addicting!

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Bailey's POV

I sat silently on the couch. Not moving... I sighed, and pursed my lips, running a hand through my hair. My eyes darted over to the glass of vodka, and the larger bottle on the table. I took it in my hand, raising the rim of the glass to my lips. The watermelon flavored alcohol burned in my throat, but still felt good. It melted the stress away. I told myself that I would stop after the first cup, but it was now my third, and the clear Smirnoff bottle had yet to be placed back in the cupboard.

The boys had left over an hour ago, wondering the streets, looking for my husband. My husband who I was furious at. What the hell was he thinking?! Oh wait, thats right... He wasn't. You would expect me to be the one loosing control and snapping, but instead it was Harry.

Our conversation earlier this evening replayed in my mind. He had stated how bad his lust for human blood had become, but I ignored it, when I shouldn't have. The problem was a lot worse than I thought.

I heard footsteps coming up the porch stairs, and I smelt human blood, mixed with the scent of a familiar someone. The anger inside my body boiled, and I stood up, the small cup still in hand.

Harry walked into the room, a famous smirk I had seen so many times before plastered on his face. He pulled off his jacket, revealing a blood stained white V-Neck. Well, that explains the stench of human blood.

I glared at him in return, my fingers tightening around the crystal cup.

"Hey, Bailey." He hotly whispered.

Was he really going to come into our house, and act as if nothing happened? Act as if he didn't kill a girl? Act as if he didn't take an innocent life right front of me, and not to mention his best friends? I narrowed my eyes at him, my anger getting the best of me. My blood was boiling, and the alcohol I had consumed earlier was only heightening it. I did the only thing I could think of, I threw the glass at him. It surged through the air, heading straight for Harry's face.

He chained his neck to the side, watching as the glass flew past him, and collided with the wall. The shattered pieces fell to the ground, and what was left of the vodka streamed downwards.

Harry's laugh echoed through the living room, and I glanced at him. "Nice throw, baby." Harry grabbed the hem of his V-Neck, and pulled it over his head, throwing it to the floor.

I traced over his abs with my eyes, as he stalked closer. His paper airplane necklace swung back and forth over his collar bones. I raked over his body, bare torso, and jeans adorning his lower hips, the waist band of his Calvin Klein boxers peeking over.

Harry was now right in front of me. He took the bottle of Smirnoff off of the table, and brought the spout to his lips.

I watched as he sucked the liquid out of the bottle, unable to stop the dirty thoughts from running in my mind. I could just imagine his lips pressed to mine, the same way they were to the glass flask. I let out a bothered sigh as he smirked.

His hand placed itself on the small of my back, pulling me into him. His towering height caused me to lean back, bowing myself under him.

A scowl made its way onto my face, and I tried to shove him away. "Don't touch me!"

He growled, and pulled me closer into him. If his hand wasn't supporting me, I would have fallen backwards by now. His height made me feel like a small child, I was only up to his shoulders. "Your my wife, Bailey. I'll touch you wherever I want, whenever I want. Do you hear me?"