When Darkness Falls

Chapter 38

Making breakfast for a house full of people at nearly ten in the morning doesn't usually strike me as something I'd ever see myself doing.  Then again, if you told me a year ago that I'd be in love and about to watch that person become hybrid food then  I'd probably laugh in your face and tell you to get lost. All of this is so surreal, and I'm not sure how to take it.  Part of me feels as though everyone isn't recognizing how serious this is.  If they did, there's no way they'd all be so calm.  But then again part of me is glad that its quiet rather than pure chaos.

My Phil is going to be dead in a few days.  I'm going to be alone.  All of this is going to happen and here I am making breakfast for the damn additives in the whole big plot that Chris is forcing us to go into. 

Speaking of Chris, he's been stealing Phil away from me.  This morning I woke up to find that Phil was leaving to talk to Chris again.  What the hell could they be talking about that takes up a whole night and-

I glance at the tiny numbers lit up about the stove.

Two hours.  Its been two hours.  Maybe they aren't talking.  Maybe they're doing more..  Maybe Phil's cheating on me. 

No, he wouldn't do that.  Right?  I don't know.  I don't think he'd do it, but what else am I left to assume?  Neither of them tell me where they're going or what they're talking about.  Its also Chris we're talking about here.  He's hit on Phil ever since I first laid eyes on him, so I definitely wouldn't put it beneath him to try and steal Phil from me.

Smoke erupts through the air, and in a split second the fire alarms are shouting ear piercing noises through the once quiet atmosphere. 

My eyes squeeze shut and my hands go to cover my ears.  "Dammit, I burned the eggs!" 

I shake my head, irritated towards my idiocy, before pulling the skillet off of the stove and dumping the remains of the eggs in the trash bin.  The smoke is still lingering and the alarms don't halt their vicious assaults on my over sensitive ears for at least another five minutes.

As I'm frantically rummaging through the kitchen supplies to try and find something to clean the pan with, a voice breaks the silence.  "I thought I sensed something hot, though I'm not sure if its the smoke or the little vampire that's making me breakfast." 

The voice is silky smooth, which is why I'm not slightly surprised when I turn and see Sawyer leaning against the kitchen counter with a smug look on his face.  I just roll my eyes.  "Little?  I'm literally four inches taller than you."  The matter-of-fact tone to my voice isn't hard to miss.

He just flashes me that same smile as he did yesterday, again, absolutely dazzling.  "Well you don't miss obvious details now do you Danny Boy?"

I cringe just hearing that name.  "Ew, could you please refrain from calling me that.  I get enough of the petty nicknames from Chris the hybrid bitch on the daily."  There's another sarcastic smile etching itself on my face, and I go to turn away only to find him right in front of me.  I didn't know werewolves were extra fast too.

"How about Baby?" His face in less than an inch away from mine, his cool minty breath blowing softly on my skin. "Or Daddy?  If you're into that."  He purrs seductively with a grin on his face as hands slowly make their way to my hips and pull me close to him.  Damn he's strong too. 

What is it about all these new vampire/werewolf/witch hybrid things that makes them want to try and get with the only two in the house that are legitimately forced to be faithful.  I wouldn't cheat on Phil either way, but I don't see why they'd try.  We're connected by a magical bond, and I honestly feel sick just from being away from him for as long as its been.