Black Roses
Chapter 3: Decisions, Decisions
Damien listened as Arabella talked to Justin. He had to be truthful: He found Arabella to be really attractive. More than he should. His dark eyes looked towards the big book on his kitchen counter. It was a spell book. Deciding he should put a gaurding spell on the house so Arabella and her brother couldn't leave. Damien got up and walked over to the book, flipping the pages. "Let's see..." He stopped on a page and studied the spell. "Lock this door to the house, so Arabella and Justin St. Mare can't get out." Damien said softly. He could feel the spell working. Damien sighed as he made his way to the last room on the right. Pulling his shirt over his head, he revealed his chiseled chest and abs and laid down on his bed. Letting sleep invade his body.
Arabella opened the door to the room, after telling Justin to wait inside. She quickly looked to the left and right, before slipping her heels off to not make noise. Walking softly, she checked the livingroom and kitchen for any signs for Damien. She turned around and walked back to Justin. "Come on. We're leaving." She whispered. Justin's light brown eyes had doubt in them. "Ara, I'm not so sure this is the best idea..." "Do you want to leave or not?" She whispered-yelled. Justin rolled his eyes and walked out. "How are we going to get back?" Justin asked, annoyed. Arabella looked at Justin then thought for a second. To be honest, she hadn't thought that far yet. "Aw come on Arabella! Don't tell me that we might be stuck without transportation." Justin said, exasperated. "Okay. I'm going to go get his car keyes. I know he has more than 1 car. Stay here." Arabella turned around only to feel her younger brother following her. "Obvisiously, you missed the 'stay here' part." she hissed. "Yeah yeah whatever. Let's go." Arabella turned back around and walked down the hall-Justin following her the whole way- until she found Damien's room.
He was sprawled across the bed with no shirt on. Arabella couldn't help but look at his toned body. Licking her lips, she crept into his room careful to not make any noise. He groaned and turned over onto his stomach. Arabella could see the indention of keyes in his back pocket. Swallowing her fear she carefully crawled onto his bed. Arabella reached her hand toward his pocket. She slowly pulled at the cool metal. Flashing her eyes up every second, she watched Damien. The keyes were almost out of her hand when she felt a bigger calloused grip hers. Arabella sucked in a startled breath as her eyes met Damien's chocolate eyes. "Bell-" Justin started already making his way toward her, but was cut off by Damien closing the door in his face and locking it. Arabella looked at the door and then back at Damien.
"How did you do that?" She whispered, amazed. "I'm telekinetic." Damien answered, smoothly. "Now what do you think you were doing?" Arabella tried to shake his hand off her wrist. "I-I um I was just uh..." Damien raised one eyebrow. "Just what? Trying to steal my car keyes?" Arabella gave up. "Yeah you caught me. Big deal. I want my brother out of here." Her wrist was begging to get hotter in a pleasant way, for Damien still held her wrist within his hand. "Sorry Miss , but that's not going to happen unless I get what I want first." Arabella waited for him to continue. "I want you to bring back the Hybrids." His eyes were hard and he meant buisness. "No! I can't-" "Yes you can." She stared into his eyes. "How?" "Your Great Grandfather was apart of the vanquishing. If you and I say a spell they can come back." "Do you know how many witches and wizards it took to vanquish them all? We don't have enough power! Besides the Council Leaders-" "Wouldn't know until it was too late." Damien cut her off.
"I don't know...If they find out it was me, they would kill me and Justin. I can't let that happen." Damien sighed and stood up. "Well you better think of something. I'm giving you until tomorrow morning." He stated as he walked to his closet. "That's less than 12 hours." Arabella argued. Damien slipped on a white v neck tee, that hugged his chest and abs. "I guess you better start thinking." Arabella frowned and looked out the window. Damien studied her for a second. "You wear a size 2 or 3 am I right?" "3. Why?" "You're gonna be here for awhile. Might aswell get you some clothes. You and your pesky little brother." Damien unlocked the door and stepped out. Arabella could hear his footsteps going down the hallway. As soon as the door closed, she sighed in relief."Justin?" Arabella called as she went back to the room. "Are you okay? What'd he do?" Justin asked. She smiled and messed his hair. "Yea and no he didn't. Why dont you go watch TV? I'm about to take a shower. " Arabella suggested as an excuse to be alone and think.
Justin nodded, worriedly and left the room. Arabella sighed and walked into a bathroom down the hall. Turning around, she found a closet filled with big white towels. She grabbed one and took her clothes off. She turned the water on and stood in the shower, thinking. After about a 30 minute shower she walked out. "Shit..." She said realizing she had nothing to change into. Arabella wrapped herself in the towel and walked to Damien's room. Why not piss him off and wear his clothes?" She thought. She grabbed a pair of his boxer briefs and a gray tee shirt. Arabella walked back to the bathroom and got dressed, rolling the boxer briefs up until they fit her right. She slipped the gray tee on. It was big on her, too big. Her left shoulder was bare as the shirt fell from her small shoulders. She towel dried her hair and put it in a sloppy bun. By the time she was finished she heard the front door open. Faint voices came from the livingroom and Arabella rushed out to Justin.
"Justin-" Arabella started, but was interupted by Damien. "He's eating. I got take-out." Damien said as he handed her Low Mein and an egg roll. Arabella furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. "What ar-" The sound of Justin's voice cut her off this time. "Come over here and eat." He said, cooly as if to say "Trust me". She walked toward the breakfast counter and sat next to Justin, narrowing her eyes in suspicion. Why was Damien being so nice all of the sudden? "I see you're wearing my clothes." Damien observed as he scoop some noodle into his mouth. "And?" Arabella asked rudely, not touching her food. He smiled and winked. "Looks good on you." Arabella rolled her eyes and pushed from the table. Why was he acting like this? All flirty and sweet. Secretly she liked this.
She walked to the room and ploppled down on the bed. Arabella's mind was buzzing with billions of questions. Should she or shouldn't she help Damien? Will the Council Leaders find out? What are Damien's true motives to bring them back? Her thoughts were interupted when the door closed. "What?" Arabella flat out asked. Damien smirked. "Have you thought about it any?" She sat up, with a frustrated expression. "Yes Damien! Now what do you want?" "Calm down, Miss . I just wanted to give you your clothes." Arabella stood up and crossed her arms. "I don't believe that was the only thing you wanted." He smiled and stepped forward. "Smart, witch. What do you know of the Hybrids?"
"Not much. They were good, but then turned evil and The Council Leaders vanquished them." "Thats the cover up story. The Hybrids were very powerful and The Council Leaders envied them. So they attacked us and we retalliated. They made it seem like we were evil. They had the most powerful witches and wizards say a vanquishing spell with them. That was the end of it. Arabella The Council Leaders feared that the hybrids would overthrow them. After all they were more powerful and wise. I'm the last kind of the Hybrids. My father never got the chance to tell me what The Council Leaders were hiding. I need your help Arabella. Please." Arabella's mouth dropped open. Her cinnamon colored eyes were wide with shock and disbelief. It made sense to her. She nodded her head slowly. "I'll help you, but what if we get caught?" Damien smiled. "Then I guess we stick together and fight." It seemed like a plan to Arabella. She never really liked The Council Leaders. Damien held his hand out and smirked. "Partners?"
She looked up into his chocolate eyes and placed her hand in his. "Partners." She said with a shake of their hands. A moment went by and they were still holding hands. Arabella's cheek flamed, giving them a rosy color. "Um. I better get some sleep." Arabella said, letting go of his hand. "Yeah its late." Damien said. "Good night." He walked to the door. "Goodnight Arabella." He said as he shut the door. After about a minute Arabella remembered Justin. "Justin!" She yanked the door open, ran to the living room and found Justin Sound asleep on the couch. She laid an afghan over him and smoothed his hair. "Sweet dreams, little brother." Yawning, she walked back to her room and buried herself under the covers and drifted off into a deep sleep.