the beautiful grave (book II)

virgin eyes

Please tell, what do you guys think of Damon and Alec so far?
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krista

Dinner with the Leighton's was a spirited event, unlike the way it'd be back home. Meal time at the Red residence consisted of only one member: me. Here, if you weren't in the room, everybody would be disappointed in you. Ergo, why Helena had rushed home.

     Helena was, along with the rest of her family, gorgeous. With high and sharp cheekbones that could only be familiarized with razorblades and full Angelina Jolie lips, I looked like a tramp compared to her. She had a wonderful voice as well, husky and seductive all at once.

     She thought that I wouldn't pick up on her peeking at me from behind her (unnatural) blonde hair, so I stuck my tongue out to let her know. She nearly ploughed her face right into her food.

     Alec glared at me, picking at his food angrily as Damon patted my knee, sympathetic. I shuddered from his touch, but only because I wasn't used to not having any burns.

     Where had they gone, honestly?

     "So, Krista," Helena was practically bouncing in her seat. She was like a hyperactive puppy. "How long will you be here for? If you're staying the night you can totally have my bed."

     Alec turned his scowl on her instead, making her somehow slump in her chair. That wasn't very nice, she was just trying to be friendly.

     "No thanks. Hopefully my family will be picking me up soon." As if in afterthought, I added, "However the hell I ended up here anyway."

     Gabriel chewed on the inside of his lips, forgetting we had food all around us, apparently.

     "You really don't remember anything, do you?"

     Alec had told them about my memory loss and, at first, they were unwilling to believe, but then somehow stopped caring. As frequently as they showed they didn't care about it, I knew they did. They were enjoying my company, because they were outcasts in their own neighborhood.

     I think Helena liked me, that perhaps I didn't upset her expectations. She said I was sweet and polite, but I was definitely just as stubborn as magazines and my parents say.

     I think Damon liked me too, not as much as his sister, but he was friendly with me nonetheless. He was a lot nicer than Alec, who, whenever he spoke to me, his voice dripped with venom and disdain.

     Gabriel was hard to read, however. I could never tell if he was joking or not when he said something. Every word he spoke sounded like a question.

     "No," I said, shuffling my carrots around my plate. Had I ever liked vegetables? "The last thing I remember doing was making a photo album with Elliot, my best friend." For some reason, I felt like adding that piece of information for Damon.

     Angered, I ate a slice of beef. It was cooked well, but I wouldn't dare tell Alec that. He was the chef of the family. I didn't feel like giving him anything else to be smug over. I didn't even doubt he'd poison my food.

     Beside me, Damon sipped his drink, a smile forming on his pink and peachy lips.

     "And this was when?" Gabriel questioned further.

     "August 13th. I recall that because my mother's birthday was the week before." Just that insignificant detail made me realize that I'd missed my own birthday. September was done and dusted. It was nearly Christmas now.