The Misfits: (Chapter Two, Part One)
[Paxton's P.O.V.]
When I finally woke up, I coughed hard. When my body tried to sit up as I did so, I felt restraints wrapped around my body. I didn't know where I was. All I could see was a black and a light that barely glowed at the far edge of the room. My eyes tried to adjust to the room, but it was no luck. The back of my head felt like it had been hit with a baseball bat or something of that nature. I wondered why I was taken here, and what they wanted from me. If they were going to rape me, they would of already. So what was it that they wanted. Then my eyes grew tired, all of a sudden and again all I saw was nothingness but this time I heard more voices and fighting, then nothing.
(Chapter Two, Part Two)
[Tristan's P.O.V.]
I could hear the beating heart, this is what had woken me from my sleep. I rubbed my eyes, as I followed the echo of the heart beat that eventually led to Paxton laying on the dining room table. I looked at her curiously then looked to Alexandria who was standing over her. I could tell by Alexandria's expression that, she didn't mean to bring the girl, home but that they needed to.
Alexandria turned to me before I could say anything and spoke in a soft voice not the waken the girl. "Rian and Troy were walking around town around midnight and happened to see the girl get hit upside the head by a couple of rogue vampires. Rian and Troy had followed them, and had found out that the rogues were going to bleed her dry in some stupid ritual. Instead of letting her get bled, they killed the rogues and brought the girl back home. When she wakes up I want you to see what she remembers of last night and if its too much detail, I want you to erase her memory of it. After you do so, I want you to bring her home."
My eyes examined the girl and I tried to tap into her mind when she was asleep. "But I can't even do anything to her now, the mind should be easier to ease into because of her state of rest." I complained.
Alexandria looked at the girl and shook her head softly causing multicolored hair to shake and then land back into place. "I have noticed this as well, but I'd like you to try when she has woken." Then she started heading towards the door to the hallway.
"What happens if I can not read her then as well?" I asked. But Alexandria gave no reply as she walked out the door and down the dark hallway.
I walked closer to the girl, and examined her pale body in the dark lighting of the room. There were candles around the girl and then a few on different surfaces around the room. My mind traveled to what I would of done to the rogues, if I had been the one on patrol last night, and I knew that they would have been massacred. But no use tempting a change in the past, now I just wondered if the girl was as guarded awake as she was asleep.
I watched her for a few hours, then I sat on one of the chairs and peered into the fire just above her hair. My mind went to the same thing it always had every time I was in the room with Paxton. I could see her under my body moaning. My mind imagined how she felt, how her lips and neck tasted. Then I was snapped back to reality when I heard the girl grumble and start to move.
"Are you okay?" I asked the girl as she sat up on the table.
(Chapter Two, Part Three)
[Paxton's P.O.V.]
I saw Tristan only a few feet away from me, and I flew myself off the table knocking over a couple of the candles.
"Why would you do this, I liked you. Why is it when I find someone I think could possible…" My voice trailed off then continued. "That you end up as s freak, who gets his jollies from knocking me unconscious then when someone notices brings me and lays me on your kitchen table."
"Wow Paxton, you have an imagination. I didn't do anything to you. Honest. I was only told to watch over you until you woke up. Now that you have woken up, do you remember anything about who had took you or what they had said to you?" Tristan asked as he examined the me once again after picking up the burning candles and setting them back on the table.
I examined Tristan before I took one of the candles out of his hand and played with the flame with my right hand. My eyes focused on the flame and I could tell that my pupils dulled a little as the memory of what happened a few hours ago happened.
I explained to him what had happened and that there wasn't really anything to go off of beside the voices that I had heard. I explained that the room had a strange smell of rotten meat, and that I could hear mice scampering around on the floor. But that was about it.
Tristan looked at me and shook his head softly before he took the candle away from me. I thought he was going to scan me over to make sure all I had was the bump on my head, but he pulled me into a very protective and almost claiming hug before I heard someone walk into the room. Then he let go of me to look at the girl.