Chapter One
Logan POV
I hadn't slept for the last twenty four hours, what so ever. Do you know how frustrating that is for young vampire? Very. I had spent those many hours at the Hounds discussing a treaty. I nearly fell asleep on Isabeau's shoulder. Luckily she elbowed me hard in the stomach every five minutes, which left very intense bruising. I was just there for show. She did most of the talking. Well, basically all of it. I just sat there admiring her. I could have died of exhaustion. But Isabeau insisted we to go to the courts, to rest. I practically passed out thinking about going all the way over there. But Isabeau somehow persuaded me to walk all the way there.
"Isabeau please can we just go back to the Hounds and stay there." I begged as we passed through a small clearing.
"Logan, we're closer to the courts now anyway." She said in a friendly French accent. We were only walking next to each other, but very close. I groaned and she shot me a look that would have made a grown man cry. I just sighed and picked up my pace. The trees became a blur and everything seemed slower. We were about five minutes walking distance, but we would be there in a matter of seconds. That's when I realised I had left Isabeau behind. I stopped leaving skid marks on the ground. A rush of thoughts hit my mind, Phone, Annoyance... Hel-blar. I set off running as fast as I could until I saw Isabeau again. Walking casually as I had left her. I was confused, but didn't bother to ask her why she hadn't come with me.
"Do you want to have a race?" I asked with a charming smile and my hand held out towards her.
"I'm too tired Logan." She growled. I was used to Solange's sudden mood swings, but Isabeau's? Nope. Never. Nothing.
"Okay, we'll walk." I said as I swung around to her side. When I reached for her hand she pulled away and walked faster. I followed behind her, feeling hurt, until we got to the courts. She didn't stop to talk to me. She walked straight down the hall, to the sleeping quarters. Her black hair was out and swayed down her back as she walked and I couldn't help but stare. Her hair swung just above her butt too, which was a huge bonus. I kept staring until I passed a very noisy room. Nicholas and Lucy was my first guess. Probably having a fight. But then I heard moaning and fast passed breathing. I paused at the door for a second, when I realised Nicholas would never let Lucy go to the courts without having an army to protect her. I leant against the door and my vampire senses did the rest.
"Mmm... You taste good Buffy... In more than one way." I could have thrown up right there on the spot. Quinn and his new girlfriend, Hunter. I closed my eyes briefly. There was no point in joking to them about it from the hallway, because they could possibly go louder and then nobody would be sleeping. I stood there with a disgusted look on my face, listening to more moaning until I realised Isabeau was long gone. I jogged up to the room, which Isabeau seemed to stay in the most and walked in. Isabeau was sitting on the edge of the bed taking off her leather jacket. I closed the door behind me and went to sat next her, but as soon as I came in contact with the bed she sprung up and walked around to sit on the side of the bed and take off her leather pants. I should've been worrying about why she was in a crap mood but I couldn't help but watch as she glistened out of her top. She was wearing black lace undergarments. I quickly took off my shirt. She was still sitting on the side of the bed when I crawled up from behind her and put my hands on her hips and made my way up to her shoulders. I moved her hair to the side and started nibbling on her neck. She moaned. I made my way to her ear, before she shook me off, by shoving me on to the other side of the bed.
"I'm not in the mood Logan." She said darkly, before lying down on her side and pulling the sheets and heavy duvet on to her. She quickly drifted off to sleep. Leaving me very confused about her sudden mood swings.