I'm back from an extremely LONG Hiatus I know. But I promise I'm back for . So I won't bore you any longer because we both know why you really here. So on wit the fic……………..
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Spencer waved as she watched Kyla step into a beautiful black Ashton Martin quickly disappearing from view. "Is she gone yet?" Carmen asked stepping out from one of the paintings.
"Is there something you want to tell me, Carmen? Maybe, something going along the lines of I don't know, why you just up and left leaving me and Kyla alone while you went to go do your non-existent work!" Carmen sighed covering her face with her hands. Spencer folded her arms glaring at the Latina.
"I like her, alright? I really like her." "You have a funny way of showing it." Carmen frowned. "You have more of a chance with her then I actually do Spencer." "What the hell are you talking about?" Carmen rolled her eyes standing up.
"You don't have to act like you don't know what I'm talking about, Spencer. I'm not completely stupid. We both know that you like Kyla…." Spencer chuckled. "Wow, wow, wait there Car. You think I have a thing for your future girlfriend. I'll admit the girls gorgeous but, trust me when I say it wouldn't work out." Carmen stared at the blonde hard.
"Seriously?" she begged. Spencer laughed. "Honest to god Car. I have no intention of sleeping with your future wife." That earned Spencer a smack on the back of her head. "Just because I told you I like her doesn't immediately give you the right to start talking about a non-existent future."
Spencer put her hands up in surrender a smirk on her face. "Whatever you say…..." she murmured. "What was that?" Carmen asked. "O, nothing you need to know." The Latina stared at her best friend suspiciously.
Sometimes she really did wish she could look into that conniving blondes head and see what exactly she was planning. Then again there were a lot of thing in Spencer's head she would never want to see. A devious smirk appeared on Carmen's face.
"You know Spencer, she has a sister." "O don't even go there Santiago." Carmen's smirk only became bigger. "If you would like I could give Kyla a call and we could probably set up a blind date between you and her sister." Spencer glared at the brunette death written in her eyes. "You so much as suggest it and you will not live to see the light of day." "Now you know how it feels, Spencer. At least I was nice enough to say Kyla's sister and not Aiden." Spencer groaned rubbing her temples. "Please don't mention that idiot's name. It gives me a headache."
Aiden Dennison was Paula's definition for the perfect boyfriend and more than once she had tried to set up a date between the two disregarding the fact that well…..her daughter was gay and no jockstrap could change that. Aiden being Aiden after many rejections could not get it through his skull that Spencer wasn't interested and would never be interested. Because of this of course Spencer had a stereotypical self-centered, ego-maniac of a stalker. And it seemed that a restraining order just wouldn't work either.
"Mr. C told me he sent you more roses this week." "You were talking to my father?" "He gives good advice." Spencer stared at Carmen in utter and total confusion. "Anyways, he said that Aiden would never take the hint unless somebody knocked it into him. My suggestion is to get a baseball bat and sock it to him and or we can you a body builder of a girlfriend to kick his ass." Spencer smiled.
"I think I'll go with the baseball bat." Carmen chuckled along with her blonde friend. "So anyway, I should be getting out of here. My mom wants me to take in my little sis again this week. She either comes with me or gets to spend an entire week in foster care." Spencer gave the brunette a warm hug. "You need anything just call me. And you know you're always welcomed at my house." Carmen grinned. "Yeah, I know. I practically live there Spence. I'll call you later."
Spencer watched the artist disappear leaving her with the job of locking up. She looked down at her watch. "8:00 already?" She rose grabbing her leather jacket and keys. In a few minutes she had the entire studio locked. She stepped into her car headed for home.
"You don't look too happy to be here." Ashley didn't have to look up to know the voice of her father. His wild bleach blond hair, gold eyes, and mischievous smile were forever engraved in her mind. "Am I so easy to read?" "No. But, you do have a certain way of making your feelings known to others when you don't want anyone around." "I don't know whether I should be flattered or insulted." Raiffe grinned. "Take it anyway you like Ashley. Either way I know you'll remain pissed off."
Ashley looked up at her father meeting his all too familiar gold eyes. He was dressed in a black dress shirt and faded jeans his tiger claw necklace gripping his neck as usual. He had his usual grin on his face. The same grin her mother was so madly in love with. It sickened Ashley to no end. It was because of that damn grin that she was born in the first place and the same reason her mother was a shell of the woman she was once before.
"How has your mother been?" "Why don't you ask her yourself?" Ashley countered smoothly. Raiffe frowned looking down at his hands. "Your mother's a damn good liar. She'd tell me that she's just fine and then start talking about you two." "She doesn't want to worry you." "About what?" Ashley chuckled.
This of course was usually a bad sign. Raiffe not being home enough would have never known the difference. Kyla watched from a distance alerting the guards just incase Ashley decided to lash out. The Darkness was very unpredictable.
"She knows where you've been spending your nights….where you've wasted your years. She knows of all the other children who are going to come along wanting the thrown only to end up dead by my hands. She knows about it all. And she despises you for it." "And you?"
Ashley's eyes flashed dangerously. Raiffe raised his hands up in surrender. He chuckled. "Alright I get the point. You definitely have earned you name. Even over the seas they speak of you." Ashley settled down focusing her gaze elsewhere. "I can understand the animosity towards me, Ashley. But, I am still your father." "Unfortunately." Raiffe growled. "If not for me you would never have a chance at the thrown."
Ashley laughed pushing herself off the tree she was leaned against. Her gold orbs blazed. Young vampires hid behind the stronger as they stared at the pissed off princess. "You really think that it is your blood that could really keep me from that thrown? O, how little do you know of me father. Your right, your blood is needed." She laughed again the area becoming chillier. "Your blood would only need to be spilled and the thrown would be mine, your grace." She gave a mock bow. Without another word she stepped into the shadows completely disappearing. "Kyla..?" Raiffe called.
"I know where she's going. Out of all due respect dad, you can't just stepping back into our lives like that. You've been gone for years and Ashley has already blocked you out of her mind." Kyla turned around entering the shadows in which Ashley had entered disappearing also.
Spencer stepped into the dark house silence greeting her. She sighed pulling off her jacket walking towards the kitchen. As usual she found money on the table without a note. This was a sign that her parents wouldn't be returning at any time tonight. She'd be surprised if they actually showed up tomorrow. She grabbed the money and a glass bottle of coca-cola out of the fridge making her way up the steps to her room.
As usual her room was covered with canvases and unfinished paintings. She sat down on the bed sipping her coca-cola silently. Her eyes drifted to a picture of Clay that rested on her nightstand. She was constantly counting the hours, the minutes that he was gone. It didn't make a difference. There was no use for counting because he was gone forever. The counting passed the time. She got up out of the bed trading her clothes for her favorite blue tank top and black boxers. With coke in hand she stepped out onto her balcony, the sky as usual greeting her. She leaned over the metal railing staring out to the sea. Her eyes scanned the blue water watching as it crashed onto shore.
Ashley watched from the dark beach at the figure that stood on the balcony. The girl from what she could smell from the house was at the moment all alone. There were other scents in the house but, they were quite faint. The brunette shoved her hands in her pockets. Kyla's scent lingered on the blonde. Ashley grinned. 'She's laying claim to something that isn't even hers. This human doesn't even know that she is under Kyla's protection.' Ashley frowned.
Her gold orbs picked up on more movement. She snarled when the scent of alcohol touched her nose. Her eyes found two drunken robbers nearing the house. One thing Ashley hated were men who weren't very good at there crime. For one thing she really didn't have the patience to deal with Kyla's wrath if the brunette found out she had stood by and done nothing. The robbers were successful in getting the door open. Without hesitation Ashley made her way towards the beach house leaving not a print in the sand.
Spencer stepped back into her room closing the balcony door behind her. She flipped off the lights and slipped under her sheets. She tried her best to fall asleep to the sound of waves but, another sound pulled her out of bed. She could clearly hear the sound of her mother's favorite vase now broken downstairs. She furrowed her brow. For precaution she grabbed her baseball bat. She silently thanked Glen for giving it to her. It was a steel bat signed by the great Derek Jeter himself (sorry I'm a Yankees fan).
She slowly and quietly stalked out of her room looking over the balcony of the beach house. Nothing. She heard another crash. This time it came from the kitchen. She tiptoed down the steps slowly making her way towards the kitchen. She could clearly hear now the sound of muffled voices. There was another crash. Spencer could waste no more time. She stepped into the dark kitchen deciding against turning the lights on. Her eyes widened considerably when she saw the scene before her.
Two men laid sprawled on the kitchen floor a dark figure standing over them. The backdoor was open the wind from the sea coming in. "Who are you?" Spencer asked. She regretted her words. Great balls of gold stared back at her with such intensity that she took a few steps back. The figure took a step forward the darkness masking their features.
"Don't come any closure." She brought the metal bat in front of her. The figure chuckled. The laugh poured through Spencer's being dropping her defenses for just a second. That's all the figure needed. Without the least amount of effort the bat was snatched out of Spencer's hand and broken in half. Spencer looked down at the broken bat that was now in two pieces on the floor. The blonde stared back into burning pools. The figure slowly stalked towards Spencer.
"Were you going to hit me with that?" The sultry voice of a woman filled the blonde's ear. She couldn't think. She couldn't respond. She couldn't move. Burning orbs kept her still. "What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?" Amusement was heard clearly in the intruder's voice. Spencer shivered still stuck in her spot unable to move. Her deadly savior was only inches away now. Her face was still hidden in darkness.
"No….I…..I wasn't" Spencer stuttered out. A cold hand rested on her cheek now sliding down to her neck resting on her chest. She whimpered. Spencer could see the woman smirk in the darkness.
"Now, say it like you mean it. I believe you had every intention of hitting me with that bat. I'd think you'd treat the very person who saved you better than that." "You….you saved me?" The woman chuckled her hand moving further down Spencer's chest running in between her breast resting in her right hip. She was brought forward abruptly. She gasped.
"Indeed I did. You of all people should know that nothing is for free. I saved you life and I would like something in return." Spencer swallowed hard. She was hoping the payment this woman wished for was not what she was thinking. "What kind of payment?" she dared. The woman grinned. "The emotional kind. The mental kind. The physical kind." Her voice became so husky.
She began to pull the blonde forward. Spencer couldn't resist. She found her eyes closing. What sort of control did this woman have over her? Spencer heard the creak of the front door. "Spencer?" she heard her fathers voice clearly. "Seems we've been interrupted. Until next time, Spencer."
Spencer opened her eyes and was greeted with thin air. The lights were flicked on and her father stood in the entrance of the doorway worry written in his features. Spencer ran to her father grabbing him into a tight hug. He held her close kissing the top of her head. "Sweetie are you okay?" His brown eyes found the broken bat and then the two unconscious men that lay on the floor. "OMG, Spencer!" he pushed her to the side grabbing the house phone immediately dialing 911.
Spencer looked at the bat that lay on the floor. She had hoped that when her father walked through the door that the events that had taken place were just a figment of her imagination. Gold orbs burned in her mind. She held her head in her hands. The woman's husky voice filled her head. 'Until next time, Spencer.'
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Sorry I took so long, I plan on making it up to u guys. More longer chapters. Until next time……….
Lets be nothing……I heard it last forever……
-DarkHues