IMPRESS. [Book 1]

Chapter Forty: The War Is Among Us.

IMPRESS.

Chapter Forty: The War Is Among Us.

{montage of the IMPRESS boys up top & sorry for any errors that pop up in the chapter, if there are any}

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"NO- NO- I stopped-" his kisses were growing violent the more I tried to push his face away, "I stopped being yours when you chose to kill me, Zac."

His lips stopped moving against my neck and left my skin, leaving wet kiss marks from my chin to the nape of my neck.

Zac's shoulders had tensed at my stern tone of voice and he lifted his head so those darkening orbs of his were studying mine.

"Did death not treat you any manners?" Zac scornfully questioned, "you shall address me as master unless you want to meet your end again."

Oh, my God.

I can't believe this.

Why did he carry so much pride? Well, that's an easy question to answer. The idiot is a narcissistic prick.

"I'm not calling you anything!" I frustratedly yelled, shoving his hands away from my waist, "death did tell me one thing, Zac..." I rose a solitary finger before jabbing his chest, "you don't deserve happiness. You are a spiteful, intolerable, homicidal maniac with nothing better to do than torture and abuse girls and boys."

Zac crossed his arms with a humoured smirk forming on his face and his crisp, white shirt creasing at his muscles flexing and rippling beneath his clothes.

It hurts that his good looks were being wasted by his ugly personality.

"And all you do is stand there smiling like a bitch, instead of, I don't know, apologising, asking yourself how I woke up or maybe even admitting that you missed my company?" I threw my hands up in exasperation and dropped them, allowing one hand to rest on my forehead as I broke eye-contact with him.

The sound of clapping bounced off my walls and echoed throughout my bedroom, I slowly turned my head and watched Zac mockingly applaud me until he made it back to his cushioned seat in the corner of my room, surrounded by a pile of drained bodies.

He swiftly sat down and clutched the arms of his seat. "You could get into big trouble for yelling at your future king Natalya and I admire you for that."

He admires me for yelling at him? How very lovely.

"You aren't afraid to say it like it is, are you? I like that about you too, I see why Xavier likes you-"

Well, if Xavier liked me so much he wouldn't have watched me die, he would have tried to save me? So I smell a lot of bullshit right now.

"Wha-"

"And Chris, and Derek, and Xander. God Natalya, you've been quite the whore haven't you?" Zac insulted with both jealousy and hostility underlying his speech.

His hurtful words hit me and made my memory pull my mind into imagining a traumatic time in my past where Fredrick would repeatedly call me a whore, a slut right before he tried to-

"Aw, what's wrong babe, you lost track of how many of my friends you've been fucking behind my back!?" Zac spoke loudly and harshly.

But the thick skin I had grown having been around his cruel heart for so long, made no reaction to his words visible on my face.

Visually I wasn't affected but emotionally I was.

Mother used to tell me that the reason certain individuals bullied specific individuals was because they were either insecure about themselves or jealous of others. She would always remind me when I came crying from any mean vampire that would try attack me when Harrison wasn't present.