Deadly Attractions

Chapter Three: Room Mates, YAY! (NOT!)

Chapter Three: Room Mates, YAY! (NOT!)       

Anya’s POV:

That bastard is always messing with me! Seriously he thinks that he can just do whatever he likes and there isn’t going to be any consequences?! I know that Marcus is going to try to help because that’s his friend but there is no way in hell I’m letting Damien just slide! When this is all over, I will kill him myself! Feeling confident in that thought, I walk into a large kitchen. Wow? This is really big for a cabin I thought. I practically ran to the cupboards and searched for anything edible. DAMN!!!! The bastard was packed with food! He’s a vampire for crying out loud! What the hell was he doing with Nutella???! At that moment I really didn’t care, I grabbed the family size jar and screw off the top, a little too anxious for the sweet taste that will make me nothing but happy. I was about to lick the insides of the jar until it was rudely ripped out of my hand. “What the hell are you doing?! You ever heard of a spoon?!” I looked up to see who the thief was. I gave out an animal growl and tried to grab back the jar. “GIVE ME BACK THE DAMN JAR!” “NOT UNTIL YOU GET A SPOON! AND YOU CANT HAVE ALL OF THIS FAT ASS!!! GO GET A BOWL OR SOMETHING!” I stop struggling with him. “What did you just call me?!” He smirks at me. “A.FAT.ASS!” I give him an evil grin and run for the basket full of utensils. I grab a big knife and chase after him with it. He starts to scream but in a mocking way, like he’s one of those girls in those “Friday the 13th” movies. We start running around the island. I was starting to gain up on him until two strong arms grabbed me around the waist and ended my hunt after the bastard!

“Whoa there. Damien, stop messing with Anya.”  The mysterious arms belonged to Marcus and they were still around my waist even though I stopped running. I looked up at Marcus and tried to remove his arms feeling a bit awkward. He let go reluctantly and looked away from. Being grateful for this space, I take the opportunity to leap at Damien and stab him in the chest. “FUCKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Damien screams out of pain and I stand back watching him fall down to his knees. Okay, let me clarify something here… I am not a blood lusting monster or a violent beast! But, he deserved it!!! Unfortunately for me, I forgot that he’s a vampire and that he will get up any second now and kill me. As if he could read my thoughts, Damien leaps up and grabs me by the throat. I didn’t have any time to react. In a swift movement, he cracks my neck and everything goes black.

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Damien’s POV:

          What.Did.I.Just.Do???!!! I didn’t even have time to think of what just went on. I was being thrown into the air violently then dragged down with a very strong force into the island. I quickly got a glance of a very pissed off Marcus before I was being slammed into more things. “Stop it Marcus! Enough!” He wasn’t listening to me. I don’t he’s going to stop any time soon. He seemed genially pissed and I can guess why… I must of hurt Anya. I decided to focus on Marcus and prevent him from killing me. With all the force that could muster up, I pushed him away from me. He flew into the air hitting the fridge with a loud thump. Damn it! He dented my fridge! Marcus Looked up at me and growled a very beastly noise. Oh no, I am going to die. I looked around the kitchen, trying to find anything that would make Marcus stop his attack on me. My eyes finally laid on Anya and I made a dash for her. I grabbed Anya and Marcus grabbed my leg. “Get the fuck off Marcus!”  He just growled again and turn full vampire. It is not cool when the Vampire king goes all vampire. That means you’re going to die, especially since he’s the most powerful vampire there is. I grabbed onto Anya more for dear life, causing Marcus to growl again and snap my ankle. “Shit Marcus! What the fuck?! You just broke my ankle!” “That’s not the only thing I’ll break if you don’t let go of her now.” Those are the first words he has spoken since he started this fight. Those words were seriously creepy since he had his thick Australian accent and he didn’t even sound human or like a man… He sounded straight up like a beast. A monster that was about to kill his pray. I gulped feeling tariffed now. Instead of letting go Anya I pulled her closer to me, completely having her body on me. Wrong move. Marcus leaps up in the air and ends up behind me. He claws my back. “Bro! Did you just try to grab my spine?!”  Marcus just looks at me blankly and slowly, very slowly, you see him smirking. Oh Hell no! He’s trying to kill me and I don’t think he’s even civil anymore. I take that as my queue to get the hell out of there! And that’s exactly what I do. I make sure I have a strong grip on Anya and I book it out of there. I didn’t even make it to the front door before I see him crouching down in a protective stance. “Give me her, Damien.” “The hell I am!” I hold on tighter to Anya and run for the stairs that lead upstairs. I ran into one of the rooms and locked the door. Shit! The door isn’t going to hold him back. I drag Anya to the bathroom and lock that door as well. I sit down on the edge of the bathtub and think about a way to escape Marcus. I hear banging and then I hear a thump sound. Damn, he got through the first door. Any second now he’ll get through this door. I started to panic. I hold Anya and looked down at her. Something isn’t right. Her face is still. Wait, everything about her is still. No, No, No… Anya is dead? Did I do this to her? Fuck my life! Marcus is trying to kill me because I killed her! Shit! All I did was hold her by the neck and- Awh shit! I snapped her neck! But isn’t she all powerful and crap? Couldn’t she just awaken??? Her father is going to most defiantly kill me! I mean, who do I prefer to kill me? Marcus or the King of Nymphs?!