Lucy
We were alone, in the clearing of the forest. Not exactly safe, especially when it's 2am. Prime time for a young vampire like Nicholas Drake.
"Stay away from me," I snarled instinctively at Nicholas. He frowned. "Lucky, you're going to trip yourself in those high heels."
"For your information, I will not. I have been wearing these f-" I tripped over a tree branch and fell flat onto the muddy grass, face first.
Ouch. And also? Absolutely charming to be flashing my underwear at the man who had dumped me, not?
Not.
He grinned that grin I loved so much. Against my will, my heart thudded and his grin twisted into the smirk he always showed me when he won in our kissing competition.
"I'll stake you," I muttered and to prove my point, I pulled out a stake hidden under my dress, strapped to my waist. I may not be the best woman of choice when it came to dressing up, but I was a pro at staking vampires. Especially a Drake.
Nicholas stumbled a step backward and I suppressed a smile. It was cute of him, like the Nicholas I knew.
Then I recalled what Solange told me earlier.
"You have something to tell me?" I lowered my stake and Nicholas let out a breath, even though vampires technically did not have the need to breathe like, you know, humans.
He took a huge step forward. "Yes," he said uncertainly, a little too formal for my liking.
I dropped myself onto a clean spot on the grass and inclined for him to do the same. He did.
"So, about those Hel-Blar..."
Nicholas
This was too easy to be true. She wasn't trying to kill me like what Hunter was doing to Quinn as I could hear, or Kieran and Solange who were being ridiculously shy around each other (not that I'm complaining).
But I guess that's what I love about Lucy. She knew better than anyone the seriousness of situations when she notices one. And she has thankfully deduced that the Hel-Blar were more of a threat than me.
I really wanted to just give her a good, long catching-up kiss. But that would have to wait.
"So, about those Hel-Blar..." Lucy prompted me with a suspicious glance. I cleared my throat and had just lifted my upper lip to begin when there was rustling in the trees. My instincts made me push Lucy down and cover her protectively on all fours before I saw who it was.
Vanessa.
Lucy
I don't need that asshole's protection. But I have to admit, it feels almost normal for this to happen. Hell, the last time he did this was during the Battle of Violet Hill.
Then I saw who the threat was.
Or to me she looked like a threat, at least. Nicholas just looked stunned.
"Vanessa? What are you doing here?" his voice was as shocked as his expression. He looked even paler than a vampire should, almost transparent.
Only one question floated about my mind warningly: Who was this damned vampire? She certainly was fangy, I must say. More fangy than Solange, and that spoke a lot.
"Nick," the vampire grinned, flashing her fangs as though a human wasn't present - as if I wasn't present. Who did she think she was calling Nick? The blood rushed to my head, and I heard Nicholas swallow thickly.
That vampire - Vanessa - finally turned to me with a raised eyebrow in amusement. "Human," she said simply then dismissed me as though I wasn't important.
Bloody hell.
Nicholas got off me in a heartbeat and looked like he was stuck between something and it struck me.
Holy shit... he had another girl! Of course he wouldn't be loyal if he was the one who shut me out!
"Shit, Nicky, shit!" I cried, not caring about the burning tears falling, forming, and rolling down my flushed cheeks repeatedly, not necessarily in that order. A part of me screamed that this was inappropriate for Lucky Moon Hamilton. Another part of me told me I didn't care; I was hurt for too long, too much to.
"Lucy..." he looked pained, because he could not move towards me, because his arm was wrapped around that wrench vampire's! Glaring at the two hatefully, I threw the stake I had threatened with Nicholas earlier. Only this time, I aimed it at the female bitch.
She dodged it skilfully as I turned my back on two vampires and ran. They probably weren't tempted in the slightest for the chase, since I probably smelled of yucky perfume, too much make-up, and salty tears.
Best of all, they had each other and me? All I had was a torn-up dress and nobody.
Christabel
Before Lucy's car even came to a halt outside the house, I knew there was trouble. She smelled of so much anger, yet it was like pizza to me. Strangely enough, I haven't gotten used to my vamp life even after three years, since the only one to actually guide me was Isabeau, and she wasn't exactly always around.
I shut Wuthering Heights and got up from the sofa, then dragged my feet up the stairs. Even if I crawled, vampire speed let me reach my room within ten seconds.
What my vampire powers didn't warn me about was the appearance of my boyfriend (more like ex, if he was even counted a boyfriend, seeing that there were always things happening).
Connor
I gulped as I heard the silent footsteps approaching the room. In fact, I could smell her. Christabel. Three years meant nothing; her rhythm was etched in my brain, saved in a locked file with just about infinity back-ups even I had no idea how to unlock in order to Delete it.
Not like I wanted to.
"Ah!" she jumped a little when she saw me. When I say little, I meant, what, 3 feet? Christabel almost hit the ceiling, but somehow, she managed not to.
"Hey," I tried for an easy smile. Instead, I felt my lips crack at the force. I realised I haven't smiled in a long time.
"C-Connor?" she said uncertainly.
Great. At least she hasn't forgotten me. That's a step forward, right? Well, even if I'm stuck in the same spot, it's better than taking a step backwards.
"How are you?"
"Umm... Okay."
"That's good."
"How about you?"
"Fine."
"Oh."
The conversation died down awkwardly. Before I could beg for Christabel's forgiveness, the smell hit me.
My first thought; Hel-Blar. Then I paused. No, no; it wasn't Hel-Blar, nor was it Na-foir. It was a fainter, deadlier and supposedly impossible to differentiate from those of a human. Except that the Drakes had been training to track this smell for three years. Plus, it smelled like Lucy, whom I been sniffing around with for a time much longer than those.
Haugbui.
I'm making things so dramatic /self-kick
Haugbui is a variation of Draugr. You can google it (though the images may be gross).
