Our Deathly Love

Natasha

"She is going to tare us apart with her bare hands. Mark my words, this is not going to end well," Rose said her green eyes flashing as she applied another coat of red gloss over her already stained lips.

Biting my own I thought about her words and what was happening.

Natasha, the Queen of the freaking Vampires, was coming to dinner, and as far as I was told she was not coming alone; no, she was bringing along unnamed others.

Great, just what I wanted, me under the same roof as a hoard of Vampires. Vincent would have done well to have mentioned this before, so would have Fredrick, must have slipped their minds.

I had just gotten comfortable with Fredrick, now I had to face my fear head on I suppose. I know I have been trying to look past what people are and look more into who they are, but damn a girl can only try so hard, right?

Sick, a word that made a lot of sense to me at the moment.

I was sick.

I was sick.

I was sick.

It was as simple as that.

Wait, no, it never is that simple. Nothing is ever that simple, is it?

I could not help but have a feeling of dread wash over me. I was so confused, this was not right, something was not right, but I was unsure as to what it exactly was.

"She is not going to kill us, if anything she will just yell at Fredrick and me, and complain, nothing to worry about, nothing at all." Vincent replied, but something was off in his tone, something was not right with what he was saying, it did not feel right. His voice had been tented, as if filled with false hope, almost worry.

Why would he be worried?

Vincent was very emotional, that was just how he acted, so he might have been over dramatic. Hell, I had hoped he was being a drama queen, but Fredrick's behavior was no laughing matter.

Unlike Vincent, Fredrick was able to hide his emotions, he was cool and calculated, he was what one would expect of a Vampire, of course when not involving Phillipe. The Fredrick that had been waiting at the house when Tristan, Jasper, and I had arrived 45 minutes ago, was not right. This Fredrick was twitchy, jumpy, and took the time we were using to worry to pace the room like a caged animal. Something was off, something neither of them wanted to tell us.

The entire household was here, most of us were in the living room, dressed far too up for a Thursday, wondering what the hell was going to happen. Chloe, Tristan, and Jasper unfortunately were preoccupied at the moment leaving me feeling awkward.

Jasper was fixing the pantry hinges which had somehow broken in the mayhem of the preparation of dinner, Tristan was doing his best to assist Chloe in what ever she needed to finish up.

I was growing annoyed Fredrick was scaring me, I needed to know what the hell was going on.

"Fredrick, I think you need a cigarette break, right?" I said quickly grabbing the worried Vampire's arm, pulling him away from the crowd, I led him to the back of the house and out the back door.

I allowed him a moment to light up, something I knew in that moment he really-really-really needed. As soon as the first puff of smoke left his lips, I started.

"What the hell is going on? Vincent and you are scaring the shit out of everyone. What is going on that we need to know about? Why is she visiting us, and what has you so god'damn fidgety?" I asked rambling almost.