Making Good Impressions

Chapter 8: Scent

When I turned into the living room Nivae and Quil were sitting on the couch cuddling. I smiled at the both of them and they smiled back. Well Quil smiled only for a moment and then his nose started to flare. He moved out of his cuddle and was standing by me a moment later. He inhaled deeply and with suddenness started to shake. He glared at me saying "Where have you been?" Sweat was running down his face, pouring.

"Don't want to do that in here Amar." I said while placing a hand on his vibrating shoulder. I took him by the hand and walked him outside. Once we were outside and Nivae couldn't hear or see us I spoke calmly, but was turn upside down on the inside. "I was with Alexander." The look of disbelief washed quickly over his face

"That's a sick joke right?" He demanded.

"No." I said putting my head down. “It’s not like we can choose are ones right?" I said defeated. I didn't want hurt him, the way he did me the way he will do Nivae, but he had to understand. "Just like you said the other day this guy might be my one and I'm sticking around to find out if you like it or not." Quil's shaking intensified.

"He is a vampire," He struggled keeping his voice down." You are the great-granddaughter of Palin, why must you shame his name?"

"I'm not shaming anything just because I'm the great-granddaughter it doesn't mean I'm not Fallen also!" I snapped. Maybe that's why my name is Fallen, I always fall in love with the wrong people, always fall into the wrong hands, and always falling on my face.

"You hold a high stander in the werewolf courts Fallen, why must you do this?" He asked a little quieter remembering who he was talking to.

"I might hold a very high stander, but you are forgetting one thing, I'm human also." I told him quietly.

"Right a pathetic human girl that wants to always be right." Did he just call me pathetic and he was the one begging at my door the other day for me to take him back? No, he must have got that wrong the only pathetic person in this world was him, how dare he?

"You must, have forgotten something," I whispered. "I'm the granddaughter of the last alpha werewolf how dare you say that to me. Also, my cousin is the new alpha. You shall never speak to me again like that. Have I made myself clear?" I hissed at him.

He held a grudge on his face but nodded, "Yes ma'am." He told me.

"Good, now let's go back to your girlfriend." We walked back into the house there was a lot of tension in the air around us. I went up to my room to get clothes to shower --- I didn't want Quil to be sitting in discomfort with my love's scent on me. I know it seems crazy that I would care about Quil's  feelings but he did have a point. By dating the enemy I was setting myself up to be hated. As  I got in the shower I lathered my hair and body with soap -- so if one of Amar's friends dropped by they wouldn't smell their distaste.

I loved his smell, he smelled like sweet apples and a hint of the unknown man musk that had my hormones on loose.

I rinsed the soap off and just stood there in the hot water letting it pound on my back. The hot water melted the knots of tension , I seemed to calm down as the muscles unwounded. As I  relaxed in the water I seemed to go in a trance. I heard every litte drop of water as they splashed against my skin. Trickle, trickle, trickle the water pounded. My hair seemed to feel heavier than before and I started to tremble to shake. The water was still as hot as before but I was a deadly cold. I got out the shower and wrapped myself up in the towel trying to trap some of the heat from excaping my pours on my skin.

I sat down on the floor and started to shake. Was I going into a shock? I shook for about twenty minutes on the floor of my room bathroom and fell limply to the side. There I laid wrapped up and sleep on my bathroom floor.