Don't Call Me Angel [Book 4] (#Wattys2017)

Chapter 7

Laughter filled the room. A cold shiver ran down my back, making me want to get up and step away from him but my body couldn't. Had he gone crazed. Had he not believed me with I said that we were endanger.

Did he still believe I was the threat?

Does it matter?

Maybe it didn't and maybe it did.

"What makes you think-"

"I'm not the enemy here, if I was you would have been already dead," I said over his words.

His face grow dark making his eyes darker. Bending down to my level, my heart began to beat loudly against my ribs. "Don't do that again," he growled under him breath.

Looking into his eyes, "Do what?"

"Talking over me."

"Then listen and trust me, you stubborn male," I returned the growl like tone. "My niece had informed me of a man kidnapping people like us. In this area."

"Like us? I'm nothing like you."

I looked at him not understanding what he was talking about.

Drifting my eyes elsewhere, staring at the floor, I sighed. "You and your daughter are in trouble. All I ask is that you come with me. We can provide you shelter, food, clothing, anything. You'll be safe-"

"We don't need it," he said turning away and walking towards the table.

Looking at him, "I promise you, you will be in good hands."

"Enough!" he yelled slamming the bowl. "Your people are nothing but trouble. And if what you said is true then you are the one who brought this problem towards us. You should have just left."

Both his hands were firmly on the table with his shoulders arched up he took a deep breath. I could see his muscles through his shirt. His shoulders wide, his hips narrow, and his... his rump was in perfect shape. Just enough to squeeze, to dig nails into when being embraced during the night.

His hips twisted, making quickly look up at him. His finger were in his dark hair, his eyes closed. I felt myself hold my breath at the sight of him. He looked so young, so handsome, but yet... he opened his eyes. Those eyes looked like they have seen a hundred years and more.Maybe what father said about Witches were true.

"That problem you believe I brought, I didn't bring it. It was already here."

"We can mange without your help, vampire."

Looking away I turned towards the steps, "Very well then." I stopped with one foot on the bottom step. "Since you are to stubborn, I have no chose but to stay until that man is arrested."

"Did you not just hear me? We don't need you," he flatly said.

With a smile, "I heard you. But that doesn't mean I'll listen."

"Get out of my house," he growled.

Narrowing my eye, "Gladly".

Marching up the stairs, carefully not hurting my wing. The male witch followed. Making my way to the front door the child still in the kitchen, doing dished, turned around. With a hand already on the door knob the child had spoke, "Are you leaving all ready?" She looked disappointed.

Turning towards her, with my hand still on the door," No child, I need to fed."

"Can make you something!" She cheerful announced jumping off the stool to the ice box.

"I'm sorry but I can't eat regular foods at this moment. I will be back."

"I know what you are but the sun?"

"I'll be alright," I gently spoke opening the door, "Maybe we can have a picnic at noon. It's a nice day."

"Really," the child's smile brightened her face.

The girl's father stepped out of the hall into the door frame with his arms crossed. His grim face pierced my heart. Wanting to place a hand over my heart I couldn't do it. It would only prove that this male was... could be... mine. Or was it that this was the first male who had eyes on me. I must not confuse myself.

Many of the males I knew had eyes on a woman they loved. You could tell. But him. No, his eyes maybe on me, but not for the same reason as those I have seen.

"Yes," forcing a smile, opening the door wider to let myself, I took a step outside. I head into the woods.

Using my senses, I slowly scanned the lands. Used my nose like a dog to find a sent of an animal. In the end of a long search I was able to hid into a tree and wait for a deer to come. Feeling my fangs ache for the touch of flesh I berried my teeth into the sweet warm skin.

With a light groan, I rolled my eyes to the back of my head. Sucking in deep, I taking all I can and could take from him. Ripping my fangs from his neck, I panted and shiver at how good it felt. How warm, and smooth it flowed down my throat.

It was far different than the bag of the blood I was used to. Extending out my wings I flexed them, no longer feeling any more pain in the one wing, but the blood was still not enough. I need more.

If you read my feed bored or the prologue of Book 5/4.5 "Don't Bite" you will know why I put Book 5 or 4.5 (idk) because I believe it will be half the side of the other books in the series. If you know my "Deal series," it should be the same length, I believe. "Don't Bite" will be changed to Book 4.5 then being 5 because it does not move the story forward. So its mostly a side story. I want to get it over with while I write this book because I want to continue the story then put in a paused state. "Don't Bite" is in the timeline between Book 3 and 4 and again does not continue forward showing the new villain that premiers in this story. WARNING updates for "Don't Bite" maybe and will be slow. Once Book 4 is done I will start the next book that's not this but "Don't Say a Word" Book 6 (or 5 now [idk]). Anymore questions of the subject just PM me.