My Dark Prince

Chapter 9

Guys I am so freaking sorry I'm uploading THIS late! Fuck its been a year! Y'all probably have lost interest in my story my now :( but imma upload anyway. My comp crashed first and then so many things just came up. It was just yesterday when the urge to start writing hit me again! Man I can think of a hundred ways to make this story better! Hope you guys like it!

Seconds passed and my body was still frozen in my place, staring at what my eyes just showed me. This had to be some sort of joke right? I felt mixed emotions and confusion pulsing through my whole body. I could hear Peter telling me to snap out of it but his voice seemed far away. No, that couldn't be Keath. It just couldn't. My eyes started to get moist as I continued to stare at the picture. 

Peter's fist came down on the table. "For Christ's sake Sasha answer me dammit!"

I finally tore my eyes away and looked at a very annoyed but worried Pete. "I have to go" I barely got the words out. I was choked. None of this was making sense. I needed some answers. NOW. I shut the book and got up, speeding out of the library. I could hear Peter calling and chasing after me but I couldn't stop. I had to go. I banged into one of Rebecca's whores sending her crashing on the floor. She screamed and cussed but I still didn't care. I reached the parking lot panting. Where the hell was my werewolf chauffeur? There was no way I was staying in school. Not after this, not until I got some answers. I clutched the book tightly to my chest as I scanned the parking lot. No sign of him. Oh man seriously what the fuck. 

I hurried out of school deciding to take the bus. I got into the first one I found and seated myself at the back, leaning against the window. I looked at the book's cover. It was black with some symbols on it. Very old as the edges were disintegrating and the pages were yellow and loose. I opened it to the table of contents. The topics sounded so weird. All crap about circles and spells ad demons. Must be an ancient grimoire or something. I flipped through the pages not understanding a word. Half the stuff wasn't even in english! Why in the world was a book like this in our library in the first place?

I searched for the page with Keath's picture. I scanned it really good this time. It was definitely him. A maimed tortured version of the beautiful man I saw in the painting. I felt an awful ache inside me.  Apparently it was a piece of newspaper attached to the book, not the part of the book itself. It was attached to a page about summoning a Demon for lust. Creepy! Now why would anyone wanna do that? Humans ain't enough? I shook my head in disbelief. Well I was definitely going to talk to Keath about this, provided he doesn't snap my neck or something first. I shut the book and leaned my head against the window pane, closing my eyes. Any moving vehicule always made me drowsy. I slowly drifted off.

"Hey kid wake up!" I felt a pair of hands violently shake me up. What the hell. I drowsily stared up at an annoyed conductor. "End of da ride kiddo. Move it!" How rude! I staggered up and clutching my book I was stumbled out of the bus. Oh well ateast my stop had come. But then I froze. Umm.....WHAT was my stop? Oh. Fuck.

Jesus fucking christ! I need a brain transplant! Argh! I didn't know where Keath had taken me! How I could I know how to get there? I always rode home to Karen's by bus. The conductor usually knew my stop, only thing it wasn't the same conductor today. I was so deep in that book I hadn't even realised that! I saw the bus pulling away. Oh fuck I had to get back on. I ran after it screaming, but in vain. I'm pretty sure the conductor heard me though. Bastard. I took a few deep breaths and took in my surroundings. I was on some kind of highway no doubt. Damn lonely too. Lots of trees and grass on either side of the road. No lamposts so clearly it was going to be pitch dark  in exactly two hours. I had no clue which way to go or where I even was. 'This is frigging perfect' I though to myself glancing at my watch.

There was also something creepy about where I was. Everything was so still. No wind, no crickets, so rustIing of leaves. Weird. I sat down on the bench near the bus stand in hopelessness. Maybe Keath was flying above or something. Huh. Yeah right. Dream on useless girl. I pulled up my knees to my chest and buried my face in them. I remained like that for a long time, until a cold hand on my shoulder jolted me up.

Okay so this was small, and it kinda sucked I guess and I wrote after so long! Didn't wanna add on too much. Anyway, what you guys think? Should I go on?