The Unexpected

Chapter 8- What To Do?

I sat down on the floor. This was too much, witches and vampires and werewolves, lost family members and 2000 year old men. Where to even start? I have so many questions, each as absurd as the next. Where do you even begin when you find out that fantasy isn't fiction? So I asked the most normal thing I could think of. I turned to Jason. "Can I have something to eat?" He laughed. "Yes. I suppose you may. Not the response I was thinking I would receive but, if you just give me a few minutes, we can fulfill your request." He began to walk down a hallway that I hadn't noticed before. "They did make a point though," he said, without looking back to me. "What?" I said, not really hearing what he was saying.

"I said, they made a point. Your arm is bleeding."

"Yeah, I know. Do you have a bandage or something?"

"I do not have one with me. Usually, I just drink the blood." I shuddered.

"Yeah. How about we not do that?"

"Indeed." He turned on his heel and knocked on a pale pink door that stood out among the black hallway.

"What?" A higher pitched voice shouted from within.

"Darling, do open the door. I have a guest that I wish to introduce you to."

The door opened quick and I was blasted with a bust of wind. In the door way stood a stunning young woman. She could be not much older than 22. She had waist length blonde hair and a very sophisticated sense of style. Her outfit was very simple. She wore dark blue skinny jeans, covered by knee high, black boots. She was wearing a pink cashmere sweater and a large black belt around her very small waist. She had a simple silver bracelet around her wrist.

She looked me up and down then turned to Jason.

"She is bleeding."

"I know. I assume that you have been listening to the commotion around the house, and know who she is."

"I have. You have not picked your words carefully."

"I have said the words that I meant to say. Might I ask where our brother might be?"

"That is a good question, but not one to ask me."

"I am very confused," I interjected, "Do we care to explain what is now going on?"

The blonde turned to me. "I'm Roxie. This here," she pointed lazily to my captor, "is my brother Jason. We are waiting for our darling brother Devon. He doesn't like to be on time." She glared at me as if I was the one causing her apparently insolent brother to be late. A door slammed and I heard footsteps coming down the hallway.

"My ear was itching, you must have been talking about me."

The man who just walked in the room was obviously the stereotypical, behind the scenes, kind of guy. He was well put together but his face held much emotion. He was dressed sharply in a black suit and a deep blue tie. His dark hair was well maintained and expertly flipped to the side. He had a slight stubble and deep brown eyes.

"You're late, as always," Roxie sneered.

"Indeed," he replied. "A situation arose."

"My dear brother, that is what you always say," replied Jason.

"And it is indeed always the case," he replied without a hint of disgust in his voice. He turned to address me. "I hope that my siblings have been as welcoming as I instructed them to. Of course, younger siblings have the tendency to ignore the instructions of those above them. "

"I'm fine," I said, as I instinctively reached up to my shoulder.

"I see," he replied eyeing my hand. "Then I am sure that getting this from upstairs was very much a waste of time." With a flourish, he pulled out a bandage. He reached out to me. Hesitantly, I reached out my arm, wincing as I moved my shoulder.

"Now, Roxie, were you able to get what we need from them."

"No. I have been busy."

"I am sure. How about we go now then?"

"Fine." Roxie sighed and turned on her heel, slamming her door. Her long blonde locks hit me in the face as she whipped past me. Devon put on a grim smile as he turned on his heel and followed after her. I looked up at Jason and saw him looking at me. He was smiling, but it was a very cold, calculated smile.

"What do you want?"

"Well, I'm sure that you already know this, but your arm is still bleeding and the bandage remains unopened. I am sure that you are also aware that you do not have the availability to wrap your arm since you only have use of one hand," he replied in his pompous manner, still staring with his cold smile.

"You are very right. I did already know all of the information that you just shared with me. So might I ask why you decided to remind me of them?" I replied, copying his formal demeanor and cold glare.

"Well, I was wondering if you might want some assistance bandaging your bloody arm." I could almost see his fake kindness slip away when he realized that I was mocking him. I hesitated. I definitely needed help, but I didn't want to ask him for it, or show any sort of vulnerability.

"Fine." I also lost my fake kindness and just simply glared at him. He help out his hand for the bandage and I slammed it into his hand, not breaking eye contact.

"Let us go back upstairs and we can get you some food as well."

"After you," I replied. I followed him after just a moment of hesitation, his clicking heels echoing through the otherwise silent hallway.