Translucent (Legacies FF)

4.

"Y'know what, instead of doing this silly movie marathon thing, there's a party up at the old mill. Wanna go?" Penelope stands in the doorway to my room. "Milton will be there."

"Fine, but only to make life here more breathable." I sling my leather jacket on my leather jacket and a crimson tank top that hugged every one of my curves.

"Come on, the party's just starting." Penelope leads the way down to the mill and snags two beers from the cooler. Rafael and a new guy are talking with the wolves who are showing off what they learnt in gym class, while MG is talking to some random girls who had been here a while.

"I think I'm going to do something reckless." I take the last swig of my beer and hand it back over to Penelope.

"Ooh, okay, don't have too much fun."

I walk over to MG and hang on his shoulder. He looks back at me and grins. "What exactly are you doing?"

"Dragging you out to the dancefloor."

"Rafael, Landon, and Steven, this is Taylor Salvatore, daughter of Damon Salvatore." Grabbing Milton's hand, I keep him on the dancefloor long enough to show him just how many parties I'd been to. Turns out he's been missing out on the whole package. He grabs my hips and pulls my hind end against his front as the music becomes an erotic beat. My hips move to the newer rhythm, grinding on him as his lips join themselves to my throat. Fangs pierce my skin and I let out an involuntary moan which causes him to freeze and pull away suddenly.

"You're not scared?" His red eyes bore into my blue ones. "I'm a predator, Taylor."

"So am I. We all are."

"You're like me, aren't you?"

"Sadly, I'm not quite sure, but for right now, I am. I didn't ask for immortality or any of this freaky vision-seeing shit."

Rafael, Lizzie, and Josie talk in hushed whispers across the floor before pushing through the crowd to get to us. Milton stops for a moment and turns towards them.

"Have you seen Landon?" Josie asks.

"Not since the start of the party. Why?" I cross my arms.

"He's not here and he's not up at the house. You don't think he's in the woods, do you?" Rafael questions.

"Have you tried to track him by scent?" MG slips an arm around my waist, pulling me closer to him.

"He's new, Milton. Only the older wolves know how to track. Besides, it'll take too long if they don't know his scent. We have to find him before-" A loud male scream echoes through the forest before being silenced by a growl; most likely a wolf.

"Hope?" MG questions.

"Yeah. Sounds like her."

"That's gotta be joyful."

"Shut up." I punch his chest playfully.