Hello, again. I'm sorry I haven't updated. I promise to update more regularly. This is a short chapter, just to help me get back into the story.
MMWD
"Ohmygod. Dylan!" Bliss screamed, sprinting toward him, her discarded portfolio clattering to the pavement. "What're you doing here? I missed you so much." Stepping closer, she threw her arms around his thin body.
But Dylan didn't return the hug. His body was as stiff as granite and the hard lines of his face matched his haunted eyes. He was clad in a thread thin t-shirt that looked as if it had been through more than it was made for.
Once Bliss got over her shock enough that her mind could function, she realized that Dylan was just... just standing there. "What's wrong? Are you ok?" Her hands roamed over him frantically, searching for any sign of harm.
"What happened to you?" Bliss questioned, relief from finally finding him clear in her voice.
Since getting Dylan to talk seemed next to impossible, she took him to her Forsythe's condo (where he takes his familiars) so that they weren't stand there in the middle of the street. Getting the keys to the condo was easy-peasy. Especially because the parentals were away on a business trip, or something like that. All Bliss had to do was steal the key from his bedside table drawer.
Once Dylan was calm, or at least calmer, Bliss tried to talk to him. He was unresponsive. An hour and a half later, a quarter to 12, he started to relax. Bliss had been sitting quietly beside him, hoping that her presence was enough to soothe him.
"Dylan," Bliss began slowly, cautiously. "what happened to you?"
"Iāā I don't know. I don't remember. I tried, but, I just... I can't. It's too much. I can't."
He shuddered, his eyes on the ceiling, his face an expression of stone.
Bliss had been watching him in sad silence, but at this point she took him into her arms, ignoring his protests. Gradually, he came to put his arms slowly about her.
Bliss softly stroked his back, murmuring words of comfort.
The next morning, Bliss walked out of the condo wearing her crumpled outfit from the night before. The only thing fresh were the bags under her bloodshot eyes. It was no wonder she didn't spy Schluyer, standing in the street, silently watching her exit the condo with a most curious expression on her doll-like face.
"Hey, Bliss!" Schulyer called out, rushing through the hall towards her. Once she finally got there, she said slyly, "Sooo, I saw you this morning. In a condo. Or rather, coming out of one. Might I spy a Walk of Shame?"
Bliss smiled, trying to mask her discomfort at the question and succeeding. Mostly. "You caught me! Ha ha. It was, uh, my new familiar. You know us vampires, we like our blood!" She cleared her throat loudly.
Schulyer raised a dainty eyebrow at her nervousness. "Who, might I ask, is your new familiar?"
"No one you know," Bliss replied quickly. Maybe a little too quickly.
Schulyer shrugged. "If you say so."
Humming a jaunty tune, Schulyer skipped through the Madison Hotel using her incredible speed. She sped past elaborate chandeliers and sophisticatedly dressed customers, not wanting anyone to see her there.
After taking a long flight of stairs, she reached the right hallway and easily found her door. There, stood a single stunning rose standing in a slender, crystal vase. Schulyer smiled in anticipation and picked it up, fingering its waxy petals.
She slid the key into the slot and the tiny light flashed green. She raised the rose to her face and inhaled deeply. Taking a deep breath, she swung the door open.
Inside, waiting for her, was a handsome Jack Force. There, on his face, was a sweet, small smile that melted her heart. In his hand was a large bouquet of the same rose that occupied her hand. Schuyler's breath caught at the striking sight of him.
He began to walk towards her, laying the bouquet on a nearby table. With that same smile still on his perfectly sculpted lips, he plucked the rose from her hands and wrapped his arms around her small form.
Letting out a sigh of contentment, Schulyer relaxed into his strong body, reveling in the hidden strength of it. Pulling his head back, Jack laid his lips on hers. After their kiss, his arms retreated as he tugged her hand towards the voluminous bed.
"Kingsley? Kingsley? Where are you?" Mimi was irritated tonight. She couldn't find Jack, and hadn't seen him all day. They were supposed to be bonded soon. Couldn't he be the least bit courteous and tell her where he was going to be?
Whatever. It didn't matter. Tonight, she was going to blow off some steam.
"Yeah, what do you want?"
"Kingsley, don't be like that. Wanna go out tonight? Maybe to a club?"
"Depends. Is Schulyer coming?"
"Eww. No. You like that freak?" Mimi was disgusted. Would would like a depressing thing like Schulyer Van Allen?
She could practically hear him shrugging over the phone. "Yeah, so what? She's unique." His tone was defensive. Mimi flipped her hair in annoyance.
"Whatever. Do you want to go out or not? We're not girlfriends, and I don't want to hear about all your gushy crush feelings for the little charity case of the Duchesne."
"Hmph. Yeah, sure."
"Good."
Strutting from her car to the club in six inch heels, Mimi was hot. In a skin tight, but still classy, electric blue dress and blood red lips, she would be the belle of the club. She saw Kingsley waiting for her by the entrance, nonchalantly chatting up the buff man with the list. Once he saw her, he raised his eyebrows and whistled a catcall. Mimi smiled flirtatiously.
Kinglsey, clothed in a jeans and a black dress shirt, yelled out at her, "Damn, Mimi. You look like a hooker! Wooo!"
Narrowing her eyes, Mimi grabbed his arm and dragged his laughing self inside, being automatically let inside by the buff guard. Once they were inside they club Kinglsey separated from her, leaving her alone. This didn't matter to Mimi, because men of all kinds were already flocking to her sides. While flirting with them, an Italian man ran his tan hand up her milky, half exposed thigh. Mimi snatched his hand up and pulled him to her, latching her red lips to his welcoming ones.
She broke away, pulling his towards the dance floor, leaving all her disappointed admirers to finds other women to fawn over. The colorful, flashing lights shined bright on their energetic bodies. They danced, their vein pulsing with the sexy beat, their forms moving in time with one another. Mimi switched from man to man, each of them forgetting their former partner and leaving them to dance with her instead. Their hands explored her body as she danced, seeming to hypnotize them with the seductive movements of her body.
Hours of dancing later, Mimi came out of the humid, noisy club with a man on each arm; apparently, they were brothers. Kingsley forgotten, she led them to her car, licking her lips in anticipation of her evening snack. "Yum."
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