Bitten {Book 1} ✔

Chapter Eleven

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The girl's blank stare is locked on me.

Lifeless.

Dead.

Her neck is open raw, blood slowly drips down her chest.

"Damn it, Abigail," he snarls, "haven't you heard of knocking."

Wes bends down and picks the girl with ease. Her body is flung over his shoulder she makes no notion to run away.

"You —" the words are caught in my throat. My breath catches as a delicate sound makes its way to my ears. I can hear her soft heartbeat and shallow breathing so I know she is alive.

"Learn some manners."

"I-I'm sorry, I didn't expect you to be — "

Killing? feasting?

I have no idea what to say after that so I let the silence engulf us. My human habits take over and I run my fingers through my hair and with my other hand take my glasses off.

"I was not excepting you to be here anytime soon," Wes drops the girl on a twin size bed and turns to look at me.

The place is looking more like a home but it is a place that I wouldn't want to live in.

"Yeah, neither did I but things change and I need your help." My eyes stay on the girl that hasn't made any movement.

"What change? The humans left your apartment for their sake?" He smiles at me and I know that that would make him happy to know that they are gone.

"No, not exactly," I sigh, "they are staying to live with me," the words come out rush and hush that I am hoping he did not hear them or understand.

"They're what?" He hisses at me with darkened eyes, "Is he trying to sign their death certificates?" 

My mouth fills with bile.

"Back off, they're my friends I'm not going to hurt them," his eyes narrow.

"You're becoming territorial with them."

"What? No, I'm not."

"Go after her," his head nods towards the girl on the bed.

"No," I take a step back.

"Abigail, breathe," he orders.

I take a deep breath trying to prove him wrong but the smell of blood; rust and salt, hits me my fangs grow and I feel them on my bottom lip. I can't control myself I am by the girl's side in a flash lowering myself to her neck where the blood is oozing out of her slowly. 

Opening my mouth wide my mouth waters when a pain at my side sends me flying. Hitting the boxes as the objects within them jingle on the way down. My body barely touches the ground when I push myself up and hiss at Wes.

He is standing in front of the girl crouching ready to come at me, his eyes are crimson and burning into mine, his fangs biting over his bottom lip ready to bite down on whoever gets near him.

"You see how I change! I am claiming what's mine, you do the same when you talk about those two. The only difference is that my eyes go the normal red when yours turn into the mesmerizing hue of violet."

Not wanting to listen I let whatever is inside of me take over. I lunge at him catching him by surprise. He recovers quickly and moves out of my way before I can take him down. Stopping myself before I crash into a wall I turn to look at him, his mouth set in a stern frown as my lips curling around my teeth I feel like a wild animal that's going to survival mode, "move aside."