Sharp Teeth ↟ Alec Lightwood

[xviii] you'd pass for a prune

I could barely process the news. And decided to simply ignore it. Like I did with the rest of my problems.

The only issue? My ill temper.

Being a werewolf I had urges, urges to rip people to shreds, and right now I wanted nothing more than to barge into that kitchen and tear Lydia apart limb from limb. But that was probably a bad idea.

Instead, I concentrated all my anger on someone else.

And I was going to satisfy this urge.

I started heading towards the door when the sound of my name stopped me in my tracks. I spun round to see Damian, he was still holding ice to his cheek, and searching my face for any homicidal instincts. I bet he found something.

"I heard about Simon." He spoke, concerned. "I'm really sorry."

I scowled. "Really? Weren't you the one threatening him just a few days ago?"

Damian dropped his head. "I know. I screwed up. I was just trying to get back into the pack and Theo set those conditions, I didn't mean for it go that far. I swear."

He seemed sincere, and if I hadn't know better I might have believed him. "Well it did. And now he's dead." I started turning away but he placed a hand on my arm, stopping me.

"Mia you can't possibly blame me for this." He protested.

"Maybe not. But you know who I can blame? That bloodsucking bitch you slept with." I snapped, causing him to let go of my shoulder. "Have a good day." Aka I hope you rot in hell.

And with that, I stormed through the door.

•••

"Hello bitch." I greeted, walking into the dimply lit room. It wasn't hard breaking into the hotel Dumort, and following a vampire's scent was as easy as stealing candy from a baby. They stunk real bad of dead person.

I flashed the vampire in front of me a fake smile. She was lounging on a large red sofa, perfectly comfortable, drinking something red - blood - I assumed.

Camille's head snapped in my direction at the sound of my voice, a faint grin appeared when she saw me. "Well look who's here. The little wolf."

I scowled at her pet name. "This little wolf is ready to send you straight back to the hell you came from."

Camille stood up to face me, letting out a laugh. "You think you can scare me? I'm hundreds of years old."

"Oh, I can tell. One more wrinkle and you'd pass for a prune." I smirked.

Camille scowled at that, she clearly didn't like being insulted. Too bad. "What are you doing here?" She questioned, annoyed. "Did someone leave your cage open?"

I narrowed my eyes at her. Dog jokes? Seriously? These people had no originality. "Actually it seems like your ugly ass teeth found their way into my best friends neck."

Her smile widened. "Oh, that was your friend?" She feigned obliviousness. "Why I had no idea."

"Quit lying bitch." I warned. "You'll pay for what you did to Simon."

"Is that why you came here? To make empty threats?" She scoffed, laughing it off.

"I can assure you they're not empty." I swore. This bloodsucker was going to pay for killing my best friend.