Sinister

Chapter 15

I'm getting really tired of all these people showing up uninvited. Louis happens to be one of Harry's old friends from when... I guess he was a child. Which means that he is also not human himself. You wouldn't be able to tell if he was human or not just by looking at him. His hair was brown and swooped into a quiff. His eyes were a soft blue color. He had a crooked smile which brought out his face in beauty. He didn't dress like Harry. He was more laid back and casual. Vans tv shirt, skinny jeans that weren't so skinny, Vans shoes. If I didn't know Harry as well as I do I would think he is a teenager.

"I'm Blair," I said introducing myself, finally. He smiled, kissing my hand softly. I was trying to find out what he was. He isn't human I know that for sure. Is he some kind of wizard? Vampire? Werewolf? He doesn't have a mark. But he does have tattoos. and plenty of them. Just like Harry.

"Blair," he whispered. "It's nice to meet you. Sorry for barging in like this." He let go of my hand walking over to the kitchen again. "I tried to call. I even stopped by your apartment a little bit as well but you weren't home."

"Yeah," I hesitated. "Wasn't home."

"Really? I thought you might have been watching the Olympics." he was cheeky. Something that has bugged me through out my years of teaching high school students.

"What do you want?" I finally asked, crossing my arms in annoyance. Louis smiled, looking at pictures on the walls around my apartment. He stopped at one of me and Ben as kids, holding flowers we had picked for our mother. He smiled, exhaling as he circled around towards me.

"I already said I needed to get ahold of Harry," he shrugged. "If you're going to be a bitch about me being here, I'll take him somewhere else."

"As a matter of fact-" I was cut off by Harry walking in, zipping up a leather jacket.

"Let's go asshole," Harry cursed, walking through my front door. He didn't seem to pleased with the fact Louis had showed up unexpected. I wasn't to fond of the thought either.

"Nice to meet you," Louis sarcastically spoke. He followed Harry out the door, slamming it shut behind him. I didn't know wether to be pissed at Louis or at myself for letting him talk to me like that? He had some nerve talking to me like that.

I stormed off into the kitchen, opening the fridge to pull myself out a beer. I popped the lid off, letting my lips wrap around the glass rim of the bottle. The burning sensation of alcohol ran down my throat, refreshing my thoughts and thirst.

I almost kissed Harry again. There isn't a doubt in my mind that I want to kiss him. I lust for his lips. His touch. I lust for the intensity of everything he does as we kiss. I crave every part of him. His dark hair. His chapped lips. The swirls of ink marking his toned arms. Everything about him makes me want more of him. And the only think I can think as these thoughts buzz through my body is fear. I don't want to lust for him like I do. I know that things like this turn into something much more worse than a kiss and a hug. He's a dangerous man. And yet I want more of him.

My thoughts were brought to a halt when my phone rang. I almost forgot I even had a phone with everything happening. "Hello?"

"Miss Hazel," I heard a voice say from the other end. "Yes this is Mrs. Judd from Seattle High School. Starting tomorrow I'm going to need you to take over the Greek Mythology class."

"What about Mr. Fosters art class?"

"We have brought back an old teacher to teach that class," Mrs. Judd explained. "And... tragedy has happened to Mr. Len of the Greek mythology class." I took a sip of my beer, leaving against the kitchen counter.

"What happened?" I hesitated.

Mrs. Judd exhaled loud enough for me to get the message of what had happened... wasn't small. "He was murdered. Mauled by some kind animal." Animal? What kind of killer animal comes this close to the city?

"I'll be there tomorrow. Don't worry Mrs. Judd." She thanked me over and over again until I finally let her go. I stood there, crossing one foot over the other as I thought to myself.

What kind of animal would kill? What animal has that kind of strength to kill. We aren't close enough to the forest to have any things such as Moutain lions or bears of any kind.

I quickly run back to my room, pull on some tight jeans and a sweater that was laying on my ground. I grabbed my keys, heading for the front door. That is, until my phone rang again.

"Hello?" I asked, closing the door behind me. It was raining outside like always.

"Where are you going?" Harry's voice came through the other end. "I told you to stay home Blair."

"I'm just going out with Sophie. I start teaching tomorrow so I need to get some new clothes." okay, I was lying. I wasn't going to meet Sophie nor was I going to be getting clothes. I had to drive to the next town out to get more information on what happened to Mr. Len. "Don't worry."

"Don't say that," he scolded. "Because no matter how many times you tell me not to worry, I'm going to worry." In a way I knew what he was saying was true. It gave me a comfortable yet.. unsettling feeling about the way he said it.

"What did you and Larry talk about?"

"Louis," he corrected. "Nothing. He just wanted to know how I was. He asked how you were doing too."

"Me?" I was confused at the fact Louis asked how I was. I don't even know the guy. "Why me?"

"Just making sure you are okay. I mean he isn't a marked on but he lost his family to the enemy that is trying to hurt us."

"Who's trying to hurt us Harry?" I stood right in front of my car, taking in the deep breaths of cold air. My nose felt like ice.

"Please don't worry about it," he replied softly. "Just.. have a good day okay? And be safe." I hung up the phone, clutching it in my hands.

I shook my head, trying not to think of things that would catch me off the guard of what I need to do.

I hopped into my car, started it up, pulled out of the apartment complex and zoom out of town. There has to be some answers to what's going on out here.