The Vampire King

4. Marfa

The Vampire King

4. Marfa

Valentino:

I'm having the most boring days of my life.

Like, my life wasn't already boring.

I can say, I'm not as drunk as Marfa.

I can and should use this chance.

And, talk her out.

But, I also feel sorry for her.

Damn.

Why do I feel sorry for her?

She's grinding on me.

And, I held her hips tightly to stop the friction.

I opened my mouth to ask her something. But, she grabbed my face and pressed her lips on mine.

I've been sexually inactive since the say I met Alyona. It's been years.

Blame me, that I responded to her eagerly.

Suddenly, her phone started ringing.

She searched for her phone in her jeans pocket and extracted it.

The caller ID said.

фзцю

What?

What does this even mean?

She answered the call and started talking in a language I don't know.

I know every fucking language that people talk on this mother fucking earth.

What is this language?

Is it the language of their Coven?

Like, their ancient language?

Fuck.

How am I gonna know, who is she talking to and what is she talking.

I better not make a single noice.

It could be Marva.

She disconnected the call angrily and started mumbling something.

"I don't understand you." I said, a lil louder.

She looked at me and recognition crossed her face. "I hate my brother."

I cocked my head to a side. "What did he do?"

"He is asking me to leave from here, right now." She pouted.

I raised my eyebrows. "But, you just got here."

"I know." She fell on me and rested her chin on my shoulder.

I rubbed her back.