Updated. This chapter reminds me of how much I love torturing Imriska with Tanya.
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After our strange encounter with Irina and Tanya, the two women insisted that we come with them so they could explain some things to us in private. Imriska wasn't at all pleased with the idea, but I refused to go back to the truck with her. She had acted like she was going to go without me but once I had made it clear that I was following the two other women she grudgingly agreed to come along. And so, we all got into what I guessed was Tanya's car based how she gave Irina a scolding look when the other blonde tried to take the driver's seat. In the end, Imriska was stuck in the front with Tanya, which she accepted by scooting over in her seat and trying to become one with the door, while Irina shooed me into the back with her.
All in all the ride was quite peaceful other than a few strange occurrences. Irina tried to get as close to me as possible throughout the drive, which made me a bit uneasy. I wasn't that sure about being near others at all, and someone trying to be so close to me was kind of suffocating. Thankfully, Irina noticed this and backed off. Even though she would start it again a little while after, it was still nice to know that she was at least trying to give me space.
It's more than I could say Tanya was doing for Imriska.
The small blonde was constantly trying to slip her hand into Imriska's, reaching over the gap between the two front seats and gliding her pale hand over the dark haired woman's. Each time the tips of her fingers would graze the slender hand, Imriska would quickly retract her whole arm and hold it to her chest like she was cradling a wounded limb. Tanya looked extremely disappointed every time she was rejected. Imriska had even smacked her hand a few times to get Tanya to leave her alone.
I know it's terrible, but I was having a hard time containing my laughter. Imriska didn't really notice since she was busy fending off Tanya's wandering hands. On the other hand, Irina was quite content making jokes about the situation to make me laugh even more.
"We're here." Irina quietly said right next to my ear. I moved toward the window a little to regain some space and to look out so I could see where we were. I knew we had backtracked from Imriska and I's original destination drastically, but I wanted to know what was going on more than I wanted to go to Alaska.
I nearly choked on the air when I saw the house we were pulling up to. Can you even call it a house? It looked more like a mansion, one of those weirdly shaped ones that had several levels and big windows. Lots of big windows. It looked like one huge pane of glass covered each side of the tall building.
I hadn't realized we were parked until a hand grabbed my elbow softly. Amazingly, I didn't get caught off guard and actually I felt comforted by the contact. It was Irina of course, and she smiled at me before opening the door on her side and pulling me out along with her.
The woods around us were splattered with bright greens that reflected the sun-rays, giving the area a dream-like atmosphere. The air itself seemed to sparkle with the radiance of diamonds and I'm sure I was smiling like an idiot from the effect the place was having on me.
"It's so pretty." I wasn't really directing the comment toward anyone, just getting caught up in the beauty.
"Ester." Irina's melodic voice called to me and I turned toward her. She was holding out her hand for me and I took it in my own at once, not thinking twice about it as she lead us into the strange house. Imriska and Tanya were nowhere in sight, so I guessed they had already gone inside.
We came into a large open room with a staircase leading up to the next level and came several rooms off of it. It was modernly decorated, and I have to say I didn't really like it. My father had tried to make our house as modern looking as possible and I grew to have a deep rooted hatred for the style.
"It's a bit much, isn't it?" Irina asked me. Blushing, I tried to say something to not seem rude but Irina cut me off.
"It's fine. This isn't my house so you can say whatever you want about it."
She grinned at me.
"What do you mean this isn't you-" I was interrupted by a blonde woman stalking into the room. Irina stiffened next to me and she faced her. The woman looked at me and the very foundations of my soul shook as she fitted me with a deadly glare, making me back away in fear. Irina wrapped an arm around me.
"Just because this isn't her house doesn't mean she can insult it in front of its owners." She growled menacingly at me to which Irina returned, letting a deep rumble escape her throat.
I was reminded of a time when I was little and I had seen two stray dogs fight over a piece of meat I had given to one. They had rounded each other and snapped at the other when they tried to get to the meat. They soon fell into a clash of fangs and claws, biting and slashing at each other to gain the upper hand. My mother found me shortly after the fight had started and hurried me away before I could see which dog ended up winning.
And right now I felt like I was the meat between two rival dogs.
The stranger took a few steps towards us and Irina moved me behind her.
"Rosalie! Stop!"
The woman, Rosalie, backed off as a blonde man entered with a scolding look on his face. "You will not start a scene here. Leave the girl alone."
Rosalie glanced at me angrily and then stomped out of the room leaving me in a state of confusion and the after effects of a small heart attack.
"I'm sorry about her." The man said once his attention was free from the crazy blonde. I righted myself as quickly as possible, shuffling away from Irina's protection which she didn't like all that much since she grabbed my arm. I looked back at her and jerked my arm away. I was getting a bit irritated with her unexplained clinginess. I turned back to the man without checking her reaction.
I smiled meekly. "It's fine. I did kind of insult her home, so I deserved it a bit."
"Nonsense, you did no such thing. You have different tastes than us, no one can control that." He smiled, a set of pure white teeth showing. We didn't exchange any words for few seconds before his smile tapered off into apologetic excitement.
"Ah! I'm sorry, I haven't introduced myself. I'm Carlisle Cullen."
I started at the sudden exclamation and the hand he extended for me to shake. I wasn't too keen on being around men with my abuse and almost rape experience from earlier, but I felt like I could trust Carlisle for some reason so I grasped his hand in mine. It was cold.
"I'm Ester."
"Any last name?" I didn't answer. I didn't like to use my last name. He realized this and changed the subject. "Never mind what I said. So, you're the friend of the red eyed girl?"
Imriska was the only person I could think of with red eyes so it was easy to answer that question.
"Yeah, we were traveling together. She's my closest friend." She's also my only friend. I didn't add that thought though.
"Really? We have interrupted your vacation then. Were you going anywhere in particular?" He got more excited as the conversation progressed. It was quite funny to watch how his body language changed to that of small child.
"We were on our way to Alaska."
His eyes widened in surprise and delight and he was about to say something, but he couldn't get one word out before the door behind us opened. Well, more like exploded open and nearly flew off its hinges from the force of the kick used to knock it in.
In the blink of an eye Irina had me in her arms and across the room, as far away from the door as possible and in waltzed the boy who had saved me on the street with Irina.
Carlisle's happy demeanor was gone as soon as he identified the intruder.
"VALENTINE!" He calmed himself as much as he could. "You cannot do that! Have some respect for this house and those in it!"
Valentine wasn't perturbed by Carlisle's yelling in the slightest and gave him a bored look. He took his shoes off and held them out to one of his sides. He looked straight into the blond's eyes and dropped the mud covered sneakers onto the pristine floor, splattering it with the mixture of dirt and rainwater.
"If you want me to respect you and your house, you have to bring Otakar back. That's the only thing that would make me bow down to your rules." He walked up to Carlisle's left side and leaned into his ear. "Until then, go fuck yourself." And then he continued up the stairs and out of sight.
Carlisle stood frozen in his spot, nothing to say. He managed to partially recollect himself and left the room without a word. I turned to Irina for an explanation. Who was Otakar? Why were Rosalie and Valentine such bitches? I didn't get an explanation though.
I got two soft and sexy lips pressed to my own while I was shoved up against the wall.
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