Bitten

Chapter Twelve: Tan Frock.

Tiberius

I sit on the couch reading my copy of The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde, for the millionth time. I still remember my first time reading this book like it was yesterday rather than almost 100 years ago.

Suddenly Serena walks through the door in a state of distress.

Closing my book, I take my feet down from the coffee table and sit up straight.

When she notices me shift she glares dangers into me.

"What is it now sister?" I ask with udder annoyance. It is always something with her.

"I saw her today," she says.

Despite knowing exactly who she is talking about, I dissimulate by asking her who she is referring to.

"Rosalie!" She shouts.

I clench my jaw in hopes to fool her into thinking I am surprised.

"Oh... I see. And what did she have to say?" I ask.

"She wanted to know why I wanted you to stay away from her," she states crossing her arms over her chest.

I want to smile but I dare not for she would surely inconvenience me with force of lecture.

"Yes, and what did you say?" I ask.

"I told her what I knew would make her stay away," my face falls slightly, she notices and smirks, "that you were a terrible person who doesn't deserve a sweet, innocent girl like her. All of which is true of course. You are a hideous beast Tiberius, much like me. And people like us don't get happy endings," she states.

I want to stake her right here but I know she is right. Everything she is saying is true. But I can't help my emotions.

I sigh and look away towards the large glass window. The first taste of November snow falls to the ground but melts immediately after touching the Earths still warm surface.

"Tiberius, I know you said you needed to do this for her, but you can't keep at it. The more she sees you the more likely she is to remember what really happened to her parents that night. What you are," Serena says, her voice softer now.

I close my eyes, trying my hardest not to lash out in my usual way.

"Leave me sister," I say coldly as I watch each snowflake fall to its death and melt against the sultry ground.

I hear her jolt up the stairs in a flash. I only let out the breath I've been holding once I hear her bedroom door close.

Rosalie
Wednesday

I sit in my room, studying myself in the mirror of my vanity. Serena is on her way to pick me up, we are catching a movie at three o'clock.

I'd be lying if I said I wasn't secretly hoping I might somehow get to see Tiberius. I thought after what Serena said I would want to stay away from him, but I don't. In fact, I want to see him even more now. There are so many questions I want to ask him. Starting with why Serena would say such hideous things about him.