Is it love: Peter Bartholy

Chapter 8 Part 2 - Peter pov

Peter Pov

Fucking cursed. FUCKING CURSED! What am I going to do? I walked around frustrated, not knowing where to put myself. All I had was that damn book in my hands. I had left everything else, phone, backpack, EVERYTHING,  back at the library. A part of me wanted to go straight to Nicolae. I wanted to hit him! Another other part reminded me that I need to tell him about our uninvited guests. but, doing that, would mean leaving Ziva here, alone.

In the midst of growling at my own indecisiveness, I saw Ziva and Sarah leaving the campus grounds... together. They were not heading towards the manor. Damn you Osbourne! Where are you taking her? I need her back at the manor, not out sightseeing! Not with hunters lurking around. Some wouldn't hesitate to do the unthinkable just to get at their intended target. My body moved as if on its own, with one need: to follow.

My mood darkened even more as I watched her head inside the Osbourn Residence. Of all places, Of Course Sarah would take her there! Not only would I not be able to go inside but the protective wards around the place was enough to hinder any unnatural or natural prying ears from listening.

Taking a deep breath, I waited a minute before tapping the door. The slow turn of the knob told me she already know it was one of us. Sarah opened the door and stared daggers at me. to which I only put on a small smile and try to say something....nice.

"Hell.."

Sarah- "You're not welcome here! Go Away!"

Or not.. her hissed voice made me tighten every muscle in my face to prevent from twitching. This was going to be harder than I thought. Just as she was about to slam the door in my face I rushed out what I had to say.

"Make sure Ziva gets back to the manor safely."

She stopped closing the door, just as I finished. Her eyes narrowed slits and showing just as much as contempt and disdain as I felt, looking at her.

"Please?"

Sarah - "And why would I ever do anything for the likes of you?"

She spat making me drop my polite smile. So much for trying to act civil.

"Because ..."

Sarah - "If I had half a mind I wouldn't even let her go anywhere near your... place. She doesn't even understand the danger she might be in by just staying! I heard that threat. "

I gritted my teeth as she continued her rant. I tried to focused on the faint scent of spring flowers that still lingered. Trying to let it calm me despite the added frustration. So she had heard at least that much. Slowly the pit in my stomach started growing again.

"You won't tell her."

My voiced was oddly calm but reeked with warning. I glanced into the background, trying to decipher if she was hiding close by, or within hearing range.

Sarah - "We will see about that!"

Sarah huffed as my attention fell back on her.

"No we won't. Because she's human, you won't risk it. If you did, I will tell him."

I turned around and walked away while she mumbled profanities at me. I knew that hinting towards him was a bit on the drastic side but I needed to make my point clear. If anyone ever told her about us, it would be over.

I walked til I heard the harsh closing of the door before I turned around and went for the buildings corner. Climbing up the side of the buildings side, getting onto Sarah roof had been a snap. How many times have I seen Drogo do this? Too many, that I would care to count. I quickly settled in, leaning up against the slanted rooftop.