XIV. The Beach

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Sol

I walked my way to the beach. It's a good exercise though. Behind my back is a bag with all the extra clothes that that I'll be using later.

I decided to go early to tour myself on the shore. It's the first time in my life that I've been close to a sea like this.

Since no one's with me yet, I can't check in the hotel of the Le Blancs, I'm gonna need Robyn to be here with me so I guess I need to find a place for my bag without someone to take it away.

I walked along the shore, not feeling any of the sunlight hitting on my skin. The air goes through my sweatshirt enough to feel the breeze.

Something immediately caught my eye. Very few people are in the area at the moment and I doubt that anyone cares about what I'm seeing right now.

Without hesitation, I walk towards the couple making out on the large rock, knowing that the guy is someone more familiar to me.

"And I always thought you weren't a salt and sun fan." I started to talk while sitting on the rock close to it

He lifted his head away from the girl, when an odor passed through my nose as a bite started to go noticeable. A bite where blood drips.

It caught more of my attention when he bit his wrist and gave it away to the innocent girl's mouth before he compelled her to forget everything.

"I chose to live in this place. Gotta be used to it." He said as I watched the girl run away.

"You kissed Robyn, and who knows what else happened, not more than a week ago and now I'm seeing you here sucking someone else's lips in daylight?" I stated.

"As you can see, it's not what I want from the girl." He looked at me with his thumb wiping the blood from his lips.

I sarcastically smiled before answering, "Let me rephrase that, feeding from the girl."

From what I said, the idea of Red actually doing the same thing to Robyn was distracting.

"What do you care about what happened with me and Rob anyway?" He asked brushing his hair with his fingers as it got messy again from the direction of the wind.

"She's my friend."

He smirked, "She's just a girl who knows your secret before you told her."

It was his other way of saying that Robyn isn't actually a friend.

I tilted my head before asking him, "And you have friends? Aside from those who you compel to be."

"I've lived long enough to not revolve my world around people who will soon die." He answered factly, when a hand touched my shoulder.

I leaned to the person and saw Kev, "Come on. Your company could join us." He said.

I raised my brow by his term, "Apparently, my company has his own world." And there I started walking.

"Actually," the voice made me naturally roll my eyes before I faced her.

"We'll be joining, with or without your permission." She added before dragging along her twin and Stan.

"Hi." Rob greeted me, but her eyes are directed to the three who's walking behind me.

I smiled before looking at the building that we're standing in front of. The Le Blancs must be really rich to have this. I wonder who's gonna be the heir.

"Was this part of the plan?" Meg whispered to me.

I stuck my tongue to my cheek.

"Sun's down, don't waste the moment." With that said, Rob untied and removed her wrap dress revealing her red bikini. She undeniably has the perfect tan.

Kev and Zack ran to the beach shirtless.

"Don't get eaten by sharks." I heard Halle said.

"The only thing that should be eaten is your ego." Meg calmly backfired.

"My ego? Really?" Halle started walking closer to Meg before Stan went in between.

"Girls, let's have fun. Shall we?" He stopped the both of them.

Meg sighed deeply before removing her robe and walked to the beach to join the others, "Let's go."

And I'm left with a red headed perv, a suppressing angry cheerleader, and a friendless bloodsucker who's chilling on the sand chair with his Ray Bans.

I removed my sweatshirt on the spot to reveal my bikini top. It feels good to have your arms exposed without anyone caring about it.

Stan, of course, whistled. And in response, I held out my middle finger and smiled.

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