Don't Runaway [Book 2]

Chapter 21

Now I like to say I'm not lost, but... I'm lost. Looking down the hall way and then looking down the other side of the hall way I started to get worried. Why was this house so big? Why could she found a family in a small house where it's easy to find your way around?

At this very moment I wished the little brat was with me or, I shiver, Victor was here to get me to my room to change. Pulling my dress down and lifting the top of it I could find a balance. I should have kept my other clothes on. This is madness. Shaking my head I just continue down the hall until I could find someone.

Almost down the hallway to a staircase I stopped at a door with a big white paper taped to it. Didn't know why I stopped but I did and the note read 'Edea'. Narrowing my eyes I thought it was a little funny and not in a good way. Was this Victor's kind of joke of trapping me in a room or was this is way of saying 'this is your room'.

So many things were running through my head. Thinking that he may have used his vampire speed to pass me and slip into the room or something. Giving a little shiver I reached my hand out to open it before stopping. Slowly the door cracked opened.

"Miss. Edea."

"Beth," I signed in relief. It wasn't Victor.

"I cleaned the room for you and left some clothes. They are Miss. Dawn's so they maybe a little tight on you," she said looking down at my breasts than looked elsewhere. I looked down at my chest and tried to fix it once more.

"It's fine as long as it covers me I don't care," I smiled moving out of her way. For her to get by. Before she left I called out her name, pointed at the door, "Was the note your idea?"

"No ma'am. Victor did that so it would be earlier for you to find it. He said he had a feeling that you would get lost easily here," she smiled. "If you excuse me, I have work to do."

"Oh okay. Thank you." I watched her walk down the hallway as I slowly sank into the bedroom.

Shutting the door and then making my way to the bed I reached behind me to grab the zipper on the red dress. Damn thing, I'm not flexible for this crap. Wiggling my body I finally got the zipper, slowly bring it down until it could no more. Slipping my arms out of the sleeves, I then pulled the dress down, stepping out of the ring that formed around my feet. Bending down I picked up the dress and throw it on the bed.

I then walked around the bed, grabbing underwear, and slipping them on. Once I had it on I glared at the clothes given to me. All that was going through my head was, if I was doing the right thing. Surely my sister never forgot me like I never forgot her. But why does my heart hurt so much.

It may have been that I didn't expect our first meet to be like this. When she looked at me... she didn't give me that warm welcome hug I thought she would have done. She didn't get emotional seeing me, like she did with the brat and asshole. Did she not recognize me? I wouldn't blame her it's been over twelve years since we last saw each other in person. Guilt ran through my body, holding back tears, I should have told her who I was from the beginning and maybe....

Things would have been different.

"Edea?" Surprised, I lifted my head to the speaker who just came through the door, and fell on the floor letting the bed cover my naked body. "What are you doing on the floor?"

"What are you doing here?" I asked hugging close to the bed.

"This is my room," Victor laughed, letting himself in the room and shutting the door behind him. "Do you need help up?"

"No! Get out!" I yelled.

He looked at the bed and slowly his lips curved into a smile. "Are you naked? For me?" he sounded surprised, "What did I do for you to be so kind enough to-"

"Shut up Victor and get your ass out so I can change," I growled, feeling my ear burn of embarrassment, "Or so help me I will beat the living shit out of you."

"How could you do that if you're too embarrassed to get up," he smirked, "and what did I say about cursing?"

I felt a cold shiver run up my back, "You wouldn't," god don't come over here. "Please don't," I found my self say. Holding on to the blanket on the edge I could remember the disgusting pedophile. How he tried to get into the bathroom when I was taking a shower, or the time he found me changing into my PJs and tried to attack me. The monster. I still remember his smile. That disgusting smile.

"I won't," he said giving me a since of ease, "Only because you said please."

Signing in relief I rested my head on the bed, damn bastard, "Thank you."

"I came to say that Dawn would like to see you... once you get dressed that is," he smirked before letting himself out.