Supernatural Lovebite

Chapter 9

Sooooooo, this is probably going to be kind of short, but hey!!! I left you a nice cliffhanger, promising much much more to come later >:) Now read, enjoy, vote, comment, fan! :D

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Chapter 9:

            “Amy!” I shouted desperately.

            I clenched the steering wheel tightly, trying to make her find reason. She harrumphed and stuck her nose in the air, holding her heels in her right hand tightly. I shivered as an icy blast of air hit me in the face from through the window.

            “Get in the car! It’s freezing!” I exclaimed.

            She yelled, “No! I’m not getting in that stupid car with you!”

            I sighed. I glanced down at her bare feet, and winced, wondering how frozen the ground was.

            I huffed impatiently and got out of the car, following her. I shrugged out of my jacket and draped it over her shoulders.

            “What are you doing?!” She shrieked in outrage.

            Stubbornly, I replied, “Well, if you’re not gonna get in the damn car, I might as well walk you home.”

            She gave me a death glare and proceeded to stomp forward, only to cry out in pain.

            “Ouch!”

            I was at her side in a second. “What’s wrong?”

            Amy glanced down at her bare feet, clutching her left foot. “Nothing, I just stepped on some glass and . . . Why am even talking to you?!”

            I wanted to chuckle at her outburst, but knew it wasn’t the right time. “C’mere, let me see.”

            “No!” She huffed.

            I rolled my eyes as she took a few steps away from me, only to wince and rest her weight on her right leg. Before I could I ask her, I bent down swooping her up in my arms, princess style.

            She gasped. “WHAT THE HELL?!”

            “Carrying you back to my car,” I stated obviously.

            “LET GO OF ME, YOU MANWHORE! YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!!!” She yelled angrily, pounding my chest were her small fists.

            I stumbled and nearly dropped her; I forgot how strong that chick could be.

            “Calm down, I’m just gonna drive you home, dammit! Why do you have to make this so freaking complicated?!” My voice grew louder as my agitation got closer to the edge.

            Amy went stiff at my outburst, but soon retorted, “Says the guy who’s freaking waiter says ‘It was my pleasure, Monique.’ I mean what the hell?!”

            Though I vaguely noticed her perfect imitation of Francis’s voice, I really was concentrating on the grating sound of her voice. Usually high and light, it was now gruff and hurt. It was obvious she was trying to shroud her pain behind furious anger, but I could see through.

            “I’m sorry,” I murmured gently.

            Amy opened her mouth to screech, but went silent at my genuine apology.

            “What?”

            I sighed. “I’m sorry, Amy.”

            She was dangerously silent, until she let out a half-assed attempt at an angry harrumph. After a few minutes surrounded by icy and numbing and frosty air, we were soon enclosed in a blanket of warmth.

            I heard the teensy sigh escaping Amy’s pouty, parted lips. Her eyelids closed over her bright green orbs and her posture soon relaxed. She melted into the seat, and how I wished it was me she melted into. To into my thoughts, I was unaware of the desire in my mind.

            Suddenly, she yawned, quite unattractively actually, and I broke from my trance. I buckled up and drifted down the empty streets. Before I could chastise myself for being a pussy when it came to her damned seat, Amy whispered:

            “Why?”

            My eyes darted towards hers. “Huh? Why what?”

            Her voice was still soft, seeming very vulnerable. A sudden wave of emotion urged me to protect her, to make that side never needed to come out. I shook it off, blaming it on the abrupt change in temperature.

            “Why did Francis call me Monique? I thought you guys broke up . . . or . . . ?!”

            Her luminous green eyes widened and started to turn red.

            “No, no, no!” I exclaimed, “We are broken up! It’s over, done, finito!”

            Amy let out a breathe of relief. “Then why . . . ?”

            A blush claimed my cheeks. “I . . . Well, I made reservations for us a couple weeks back, but when we broke up, I decided to save it for maybe me and some random chick . . . When I asked you out, I decided why not? I’m sorry.”

            I dropped my head, keeping my eyes on the road at the same time. Embarrassment clutched at my veins.

            “So it’s not because it was a huge trick on making me go out with you?” She mumbled sweetly.

            Shock scribbled on my face. “SAY WHAT?! Of course not, Amy! I might be low enough to sleep with random girls, but I would never be that much of an ass!”

            A little giggle escaped her and I wanted to collapse with relief. A smirking expression crossed her face and she pouted innocently at me.

            “I don’t know. You are a big asshole.”

            I gasped with mock hurt, glad that she was back to her usual self. “Ouch! But does that mean I’m forgiven?”

            A devious smile claimed her pink lips. “Of course, baby . . . but . . .”

            Nervousness clenched around my throat. “But?”

            “I’ll get you back.”

            Her lilting, yet sinister laughter filled the car, freezing the blood in my arteries and made the butterflies in my stomach bat away in my stomach like acid.

            Holy. Freaking. Shit.

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Told you it was short :( But Amy's ... ways ... are goign to fix that ;)