Chapter Seven
When Sydney left the house my gaze never left hers, just like how Dimitri's didn't stop staring at me. "What is it?" I asked him when I found myself annoyed. I returned back to where I was sitting across from Dimitri and crossed my arms across my chest. He continued to stare at me. "I know I'm gorgeous, but staring at me won't help me fall in love with you," I retorted. He finally rolled his eyes.
"You know you seem different. I can't place it, but it's a good difference. It's nice seeing you not drunk and depress for once," he pointed out.
"No thanks to you, and your girlfriend," I muttered knowing that he'll hear me. He's a dhampir, like us, he has super hearing. It was around nine when I got home, Sonya drove me home because she proclaimed that Dimitri and I in the same care would result in something being accidentally blown up. I didn't argue because I don't want to spend any more time with him then necessary. While I agree that he's good at his job, I still don't want him anywhere close to me.
When I finally got home I was sitting in my bedroom with a paintbrush in my mouth, and a paint palette in my left hand. For some people yoga is their time for peace and inner connection. For me it's painting and alcohol. Obviously though unless I drink myself numb I won't be able to prevent Jill from feeling the effects of being drunk, so I don't do that anymore.
Finally deciding that I'll paint that particular section yellow, I dipped brush in my palette, and swirled the brush in a bright golden yellow. Lifting up the tool, I dabbed it over the section in small, yet articulate strokes.
When I got to my fifth or something stroke I received a call. Obviously from Jill, I really hate these random phone calls in the middle of the night.
"Hello," I answered in a less than happy tone.
"Hi Adrian," she chirped. God I wonder how she's always so happy. I need to learn how she self medicates herself in this sun. "So, what are you painting?" she suddenly asked me, "It looks like someone," she adds teasingly.
"I am not painting, wait were you in my head?" I asked her annoyed. I hate Spirit Bonds, and I hate the fact that I can't control what she sees or hears. On the other end of the line she giggles. "Yeah, oh and you know, I found what you did for Sydney earlier today really brave," she said.
"I don't know what you're talking about," I answered her.
"Don't even lie. I know it when you do. Anyways, I felt how you felt during the whole conversation. Need I remind you the urge you felt to protect her," she pointed out. I should argue that I didn't feel like protecting Sydney, that the only reason why I did it was because I hate Belikov's guts, but that isn't why. I really did want to protect her, but a part of me hoped that she wanted to give blood too.
A part of me wanted her to maybe indulge in a little vampire fantasy for a little bit. "You're feeling longing," Jill said from the other line. "I'm not," I retort.
"I feel it," she answered.
"You're feeling wrong."
"God Adrian, how many times do I have to tell you that the bond doesn't lie?" she asked me.
"The bond is a liar. I am feeling nothing, and I'm not painting anything either," I argued while putting all my stuff away. "Anyways why did you call me? Did you need something?"
"I felt that it was necessary to call you, you were feeling all over the place, and I was feeling confused," she muttered, and I sighed.
"I'm fine Jill, Spirit is not taking over my body," I assured her. There was silent on the other end, and when she finally spoke she said something I didn't want to hear at all. "It's not that Adrian," she begins, "you told me I'll be able to feel the Spirit when it takes over your body, but this isn't it. It feels different somehow. You feel healed, well a little bit healed anyways," she informed me.
I have to hand it to this kid. She is smart. I do feel healed, not all the way. The heartbreak with Rose still eats my heart, but I think everything is going to be okay, or as okay as slowly going crazy is anyways.
"Oh yeah, I also wanted to apologize about something too," she said in an ashamed tone.
"About what?" I asked her.
"Well you see earlier today when you were talking with Sydney, I heard it all, and I felt it all too. The conversation was so personal, and I feel like a bad guy for watching it. I'm sorry Adrian," she whispered. I sighed knowingly. Of course she would see that. She saw every intense emotion I ever felt since the bond.
"It's fine Jill. Hey while this talk is invigorating and all, but I'm very tired. I'll see you later," I told her. She nodded her head (at least I'm pretty sure she did) and hung up the phone.
Over the next couple of days I continued to send Sydney some tips on dating, but mostly they consists of my views on windmills, and the only thing I would enjoy doing there. Of course, on the day of her date I found myself looking up information on windmills, I mean it can only be so exciting seeing a bunch of metal fans spinning in the air.
Even after researching it, I still don't get it. The only assurance I got that the date between Sydney and Brad went okay was when Jill called me and said that Sydney came back to the dorm dazed. I can only imagine why, and in my imagination Brendan always end up dead.
