Say Her Name

Chapter 4: Arabella

Chapter 4: Arabella

Axel

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"Wraps her lips round the Mexican coke

Makes you wish that you were the bottle

Takes a sip of your soul and it sounds like...

Just might have tapped into your mind and soul"

~Arctic Monkeys

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Axel

I looked around trying to find the source of the voice but was only met with darkness.

Axel

Her voice seemed familiar, cherry sweet with a hint of love.

AXEL!

My eyes snapped open bringing me back to this plane. My heart was almost palpitating out of my chest as I looked around to make sure I was alone. The light shone through the gaps of the blinds making it easier to inspect my bedroom. I was half expecting to see the redheaded vamp but there was no sign of her.

Maybe I dreamed it all up? But how did I get back here?

I rested my head on my hands as I dug through my memories of last night. The night came rushing back as scenes of the fight flashed before my eyes. The pain in my stomach after being kicked continuously down on the floor, the echoing of the gun, and the clicking noise of heels.

It did happen. She was there. I don't know how she did it but I'm sure she brought me back. The curious part is...

I got off my bed and walked to my mirror looking at myself. There was nothing. No bruises, no cuts, it was as if last night never happened. The only thing that proved I was there was my now crooked nose that looked as if it was healed for months.

I touched my nose tentatively but there was no pain. Things like this seem to happen to me a lot. I never get sick, when I would scrape myself it would be gone by the next day. Even my scars healed incredibly fast according to the doctors. I should have died... twice. But I healed too fast.

But this... this is a new record. I've never healed this fast, especially with injuries like last night. I felt the crack on my ribs, felt my punctured lungs, felt myself gasping for air, felt my broken arm, and wouldn't be surprised if there was a concussion. But nothing.

Something is up, and I know it has to do with that girl from the club. I'm not sure how I know, I just have this feeling.

All hell is gonna break loose thanks to that blood-tinted smile and amber eyes. And I get front row seats to the chaos.

***

It's been a week since I had the beating of my life. Things have been calm and no one knows or seems to care enough that I'm alive. But if there is one thing that makes The Wolf an honest man, is his promises. He's never broken a promise not even life or death ones. I truly am free.

But I'm not.

I can feel her, I know it's her. I don't know what she wants but she visits me at night. I pretended to sleep one night and I felt her in my room, her presence is meant to be known even when she's trying to be discreet. I haven't seen her but I know it's her.

I want to go back to the club, I want to see her again and thank her. Yet something seems to stop me, I can't shake that feeling that if I pursue her I will get involved in something that has no escape. I don't want to be stuck with another Wolf, but today... today I will see her.