Wyatt and Wendy

Chapter 18

Wendy

         I never liked the feeling of flashing to places. Every time I landed at my destination, I felt displaced, as if a part of me was missing. But judging by Roxy’s squeals when we landed she loved it. It took me a while to feel complete again and when I did I realized something very wrong with the atmosphere of the room. There was no sense of emergency. Wyatt sat his desk, his eyes fixated on the laptop, and Jake sat gazing at us from the bed. Jake?

 "What is he doing here?" Roxy asked through clenched jaws

 ”Hello to you too Roxanne" Jake said.Roxy inhaled sharply and swore at him, using a word I don’t think I had ever heard before. They glared at each other, "Wyatt" I said trying to get his attention, by the look on Roxy’s face I could tell she was ready to rip out Jake’s throat.

 "He won't answer" Jake said, "Right now let's pretend he isn't here at all"

         "Can we pretend that you aren't here, and then make it reality?” Roxy muttered under her breath her deathly look increasing in severity.

         Jake shifted aside creating a place on the bed for us to sit, I sat but Roxy was too stubborn to do so, "here is the deal I know everything from Annie to your parent's to Timothy Grawvewell ". At the mention of the name I stiffened and looked up at Jake in bewilderment, "he told you?" I asked my voice a small squeak.

         "Wendy are you ok?" Roxy asked finally sitting down, she placed a hand on my shoulder and another on my lap.

 My heart rate slowly increased and beads of sweat collected along my hairline.  The memories began to flood in like waves coming upon a shore, little by little, then all at once.

 Two years ago

          Sweat dripped down my face stinging my eyes and staining my shirt. I placed my soccer ball and water bottle on the counter violating every rule my mother had about the kitchen. Nothing but food on the counter, especially nothing sports related. "Nice game" my boyfriend Timmy said giving me a lingering peck on the lips. We had been outside practising for soccer season so he could finally make our school's soccer team after a failed effort the previous year.

        I opened the fridge and groaned “there is nothing to eat" he raised his left brow "you sure?" I asked, he nodded and rubbed his neck "I love the way it feels and I know you will never hurt me".

        This is what made our relationship so great, he knew I was a vampire/wizard so there were no secrets between us. I didn't have to hide the most important part of me away from him.

        I took his hand and ascended the stairs dragging him behind me. I stepped into my room and immediately pushed him into a wall and met my lips with his. At the begging of the year when I was crushing on him, I had told my friends he had perfectly kissable lips, and I had not been wrong, they were soft like butter. I slid my hand under his shirt and traced the crevices of his abs a shiver running through me, they were perfect, he was perfect. He moved his hands up from my waist and slid it up to my shoulders. He pushed me backwards his lips still on mine and we landed on my bed. He rolled around and I landed on top of him. I strayed from his lips to his neck, planting a trail of soft kisses along the side. I could hear the blood coursing through his veins. I opened my mouth, my fangs lengthening I leaned in closer and punctured his skin as I had done plenty of times before. Blood rushed into my mouth flooding me with pleasure. Timmy moaned and tightened his hold on me.

        I pierced my fangs deeper into his neck, trying to satisfy the burning sensation within me an overwhelming amount of blood flooding my mouth... "Wendy" he called weakly, I narrowed my eyes to look at him. His eyes were fear stricken his lips partly parted, and his face was slowly losing colour. The once tight clutch he had on me loosened, his hand felt limp against my back.