A Taste You Can't Escape

~9~

You all grabbed what was needed. Phones, keys, and wallets. Before you knew it the three of you were speeding down the road windows and roofs open to feel the wind blow past.

Just as you pull up to the school and park your car a vaguely familiar scent meets you and your defense automatically goes up.

Y/N: Rose...

Rose: Yeah?

Y/N: Get behind me.

Rose: Uh why?

Y/N: Just do it.

You say quiet and stern and she does as she's told. Henry lags behind to intently watch the scene unfold.

He mind links you.

Henry: What's going on?

Y/N: Shh

You respond back as your head and eyes shake taking in everything around you sound, movement, anything out of the ordinary.

Malcolm: I see my little devil brought me a snack.

The deep disembodied voice surrounds you and stops behind you where Rose is before you hurriedly turn and remain in front of Rose.

Y/N: What do you want, Malcolm?

Malcolm: Oh, well isn't it obvious...

He makes himself known in front of you.

Malcolm: I want what's mine. You.

Y/N: Over my dead body. I belong to no one.

Malcolm: Oh but yet that little mark on your neck says otherwise.

You roll your eyes.

Y/N: A simple brand doesn't determine shit.

Malcolm: Hmmm... maybe not to you but to the rest of the vampire world it does.

Y/N: Which vampire doesn't know you did this against my own will before I floored you and escaped your ass.

Malcolm: You can't push me away forever, princess. I'll always be back.

Y/N: Watch me!

You meet his cold gaze with a threatening one of your own before Henry came between the two of you.

Henry: Okay, first of all, who the hell are you?

He pokes Malcolm's chest aggressively and Malcolm glares down at where Henry's finger poked him.

Malcolm: Evidently my little slave brought me two snacks.

He grazes his tongue over his fangs.

Y/N: Don't even think about it Malcolm, I'll gladly beat your ass again.

Rose: I want to see that...

You send her a telepathic message even though she won't be able to respond.

Y/N: Not after the fact you called me a ferocious blood-hungry beast last time you saw me get aggressive.

Rose: Don't tell me you're going to hold that against me forever?

Y/N: No, just for the next few weeks.

Henry: Let me ask you again. Who the hell are you?

His voice grows colder and darker.

Malcolm: Malcolm.

He says flatly.

Henry: What do you want with Y/N?