Blazed Book 1 Of 2 (Completed)

Chapter 8

Daemon glared furiously at Blair from across the dining table. Louis sat at the end of the table with his hands neatly folded. His eyes hesitant to land on Daemon who was occupied with burning holes into Blair's forehead. A heavy silence in the room, neither Blair or Louis could find any words.

"So why is he here," Daemon hissed. He chose to cut the silence and fill it with scornful words. "I don't want to see him."

"I thought you wanted to move on," Blair retorted. A glint of amusement in her eyes. She was aware it would only piss him off more. That's why she did it. That way he would hear her out better. "Here is where it starts. In order to move on there has to be effort Daemon."

"She's right," Louis interrupted. His eyes warily placed on Daemon. "If you're interested in music at all you need to put your part into it. I know it's a huge risk and a lot of money, but if we succeed we can pay it back in no time."

"That's the thing," Daemon yelled. "If we succeed; there is no definite answer. What if we don't succeed, then what? We'll be poor, unlike you I have nobody to fall back on."

"Unlike me?"

Daemon crossed his lean legs. "I am not willing to take any risks."

"Are you that insecure about yourself. Do you not believe you can achieve your goal?"

"I am not; I am just smart. I can't just say yes to this crazy suggestion and spend what little I have on some dream that may or may not happen!" Daemon sneered. "And you're a complete dumbass if you believe it will."

"So what if I believe?" Louis smirks. "At least I'm not afraid. I'm willing to start a new life and throw what remains away. You're too chicken to even do that."

"I am not a chicken, pretty boy. I will not be involved in these childish dreams. Such a risk isn't worth it at all."

"Pretty boy," Louis scoffs. "If anyone's a pretty boy it's you. You act all high and mighty, but you're a complete softie inside. You don't know what hard work is because you've never done it. You want everything to come easy to you, but life isn't like that," Louis yelled. His eyes wide and hard.

Daemon kept a tight look. His iris dark and cloudy, his lips pressed tight. He was all kinds of furious. "Get out."

"Gladly," Louis retorts. "And before I go I'd like to say that I have nobody. I have nobody to fall back on, because I am an orphan."

Louis gets up and starts out the door. His steps strong and rapid. The studio shook from the force of the door. For a while Blair and Daemon stayed still. Their soft breaths were the only noise within their home. Neither of them spoke or even moved.

Blair looked down at her shaking hands. She had not realized they were shaking, had no idea her heart was beating rapidly. She didn't even know she was crying until a salty tear ran down her cheek and dripped onto the back of her trembling hands. She wasn't sure when she had gone soft, she hasn't cried since her father passed. She couldn't understand why she was crying now.

"Blair."

She refused to look up. Blair had no intention of showing her weak side. It was the worst thing she could possibly do. She didn't need Daemon looking at her with pity; after all it was only temporary and he made it clear. He wasn't interested in forming a friendship with her and neither was she. With little hesitance Blair stood abruptly. Her lips trembling as she forced back the sob that wanted to escape her. Her strides were fast, but not fast enough.

"Blair," Daemon called stiffly. His hand clamped on her wrist. "What's...up?"

Blair could tell Daemon wasn't comfortable with his actions. He clearly didn't know how to deal with any sort of negative emotion. She didn't expect him to. It wasn't his job. She wiped her eyes quickly and yanked her wrist away. Her voice going back to its natural tone. She was satisfied with the convincing way she managed to push him away.