Chapter Eight
Davie saved my life? What would he want to do with my life? There was no way he could have done that. He was a vampire. They all wanted me dead.
I shot up and stared at Davie. His eyes sparkling in the light. “Y-you saved my life?” I asked, looking around. It was just me and him in the room. The walls red, the carpet black. Skulls hanging from the bedpost. This wasn’t Davie’s room…was it?
“I redecorated your room for you…” Davie said, keeping his voice faint. He knew exactly how I wanted it. And he couldn’t have read my mind. I never thought about it.
“I don’t read people’s minds on purpose.” he muttered. Again, he read my mind. So if I was to have any feelings for him, that could just be him. Controlling my emotions.
“Pfft. Like I’d control your emotions. I’d get killed. And you know, there is a way to prevent that. You’re a shape shifter. Just block it out.” Davie sighed.
“And if you happened to have feelings for me, it wouldn’t matter. That’s forbidden. If you remember that old rule…” his eyes gleamed purple, then faded back to that silvery gray color.
“Oh, and thanks for saving my life.” I said, loud enough to where only he could hear it.
“No problem. I’d do it any day.” Davie stood up, and started to walk away.
“Oh, Davie, wait…” I started to stand before I was pushed back down by two hands.
“Uh, I don’t think so. Jacob said you needed rest. And so did your…apparent other brother.” he winked at me and walked out the door.
Now I was left alone with my thoughts. Didn’t read my thoughts on purpose? Didn’t want to control my emotions? Forbidden love? And that constant voice in the back of my head saying he could be the one….
Lies. No. He wasn’t the one. He couldn’t be. I thought back on the first time I questioned the “Forbidden Love”.
“No! No no no!” Jake slung the remote across the room. “That’s forbidden, don’t you understand!”
“But, Jake, why?”
“You don’t want to mix the vampire and shape shifter!!” Jake slammed his fist on the table so hard I thought it was going to split right in two. At that point I refused to speak any more. But my mind wasn’t going to stay contained in one small corner for long.
“But what if the vampire and shifter love each other??”
“Then they’ll be killed. If they love each other so much, they can spend eternity with each other.” Jake’s voice was escalating. “And why do you want to know?”
Why did I want to know? I had to think about that question. Was my feelings for Davie changing? Or was I just grateful that he saved my life? I was hoping it was the second option. I didn’t want to be killed just for falling in love with the wrong kind. I just had to think about that. I’d be killed if I got with him.
A vigorous knock on the door. “Synyra, it’s Jake. Let me in.” My heart jumped, and my breath caught in my throat. Had he read my thoughts?
Knock knock knock! “Synyra!”
I cleared my throat. Mustering up all the strength I could get to sound somewhat clear.
“Come in.”
“Hey, kiddo, how you feeling?” Jake asked, as he made his way over to my bed and sat down.
“Oh, you know.” I chuckled half-heartedly to make it seem as though how I felt was no big deal. “Confused. Confused on how….Davie saved my life if all I did was faint.”
Jake felt around the back of my head until he found a sore spot. I cringed.
“When you landed, you busted your head open. You bled quite a bit. David was the one who applied pressure to the wound. And…tried to do CPR.” He shrugged.
“And I busted my head open how? When did I fall?”
Jake ran his fingers through my hair. “Lets see. A few minutes after you quit responding to anyone, you fell. And you fell on one of Lance’s machines. And you wound up with a moderate concussion I think.”
Andrew? Andy? The one who was supposedly my brother?
“And yes. Andrew is…our brother. But don’t worry about it-” I interrupted him mid-sentence.
“Wait…wait wait wait. Davie is a vampire, and there was blood present. One, why did he not bite me, and two, how long was I out?”
Jake sighed. “David is apparently more…attached to you than I thought, otherwise he would’ve gone for the bite. And you were out for about….two days.”
I couldn’t help but laugh. I thought my sides would split with how hard I was laughing. And then I saw Davie.
“Hey, princess.” he said, barely over a whisper. He kept his eyes locked on the ground. Kicking wearily at the carpet. Had he lost sleep over me? Was he that worried?
“Um, hey.” I replied, watching his actions. He was tired, obviously. I looked beside me. If he had to, he could sleep next to me. There was plenty of room for him.
What was I saying? Of course he couldn’t! Jake was splatter me all over the walls. What was becoming of me? Love? Lust? Friendship? All of the above?
Neither, I decided with his eyes, now a brownish-black color peering down at me. Reading my thoughts again? I shook my head. No. No. He couldn’t hear that.
“Hey, your brother. Uh, Andrew. He wants to know, when you’re rested up, if you’d like to go on a trip with him….”
“Are you joking?” I asked, my voice a shrill. “I’d love to go with him!”
The sound of my own voice made my head pound. I winced and settled back down into the pillow.
“I’ll go.” Davie whispered, standing up. He ran his fingers through my hair. Normally, I would object, but there was something about this. Not just because I was weak.
His lips touched my forehead. He kissed it? My eyes closed and opened again. This time he was standing over me.
“You need to get some sleep.” he whispered, then turned and walked out. The door closing behind him.
Now I was left with my thoughts. Swimming aimlessly with no direction. All focused on Andy and Davie.
I tried to shake the images free from my mind, but I couldn’t. This was going to be a harder trip than I thought.
