My Life's Story
Chapter 8 - Five Minutes of Fame
****Evie****
I woke up feeling somebody playing with my hair. My body didn't hurt like it should and my hand felt fine. I didn't care for the moment. The fingers that gently ran through my hair were so comforting that I pretended to be asleep for a while.
That was until I felt lips touching mine. I opened my eyes to see Lucian leaning over me. I went to sit up, but a headache made me lay back down. Apparently whatever had cured me didn't cure my hangover.
"Were you pretending to be asleep, Evie," Lucian asked me.
"Yes," I answered.
"Why?"
"It was comforting."
"What was comforting," he pressed.
"You were playing with my hair. My mom used to do that when I was upset. It always calmed me."
He just smiled, "Get up, we have things to do."
"Why aren't I in pain like I should be," another wave of said pain engulfed my brain to remind me that not all of it was gone, "Excluding the hangover."
He looked at me sheepishly, "I gave you some of my blood to heal your wounds. I'm surprised you remember what happened."
"Things like that are hard to forget no matter how drunk you are."
"You aren't mad," he asked astonished.
"I didn't really have a choice now did I? Of course, if I did then I would have chosen to suffer rather than have your blood inside my body, but we can't change that now can we. There's no point in getting angry about it."
"What about the other things that happened last night," he questioned.
"I regret every one of them just like I knew I would when I chose to do it."
He looked at me angrily, "Get up, we have things to do."
"Like what," I asked innocently.
"I should beat you for questioning me."
I looked at him appalled, "I was just curious."
"Curiosity killed the cat," he snapped.
"I'm not a cat," I snapped back.
"You sure bitch like one."
I just glared at him. I knew I shouldn't have said this, but I wasn't the type of person who could bite their tongue, "I have the right to bitch." Please don't hit me.
"And how do you figure that," he cooed dangerously.
I was in for it, why couldn't I just keep quiet? "I didn't choose to be here, you took me against my will," I unintentionally screamed.
Before I knew it, he was on top of me. "You're here now, so deal with it. I could always send you with Ryan." I gave him my death glare. "You were being so good, Evie, why did you have to ruin it?"
"Because I hate you," I blurted out before I could stop myself.
"Why do you hate me?"
I tried to move but he held me down. "Like I said, you took me against my will and ruined my life."
"You had no life," he said roughly. "You had no family, no friends, and you were an alcoholic. I gave you something, I helped you."
"What have you given me besides pain? And that I already had," I replied darkly.
Before he could respond, there was a knock on the door. "Enter," Lucian replied, not taking his eyes off of me.
"Turn the TV to channel nine," Marcus said opening the door.
"Why," Lucian asked, finally taking his eyes off of me to look at Marcus.
"Your little pet is a star," he smirked and left the room.
Lucian reached for the remote on the stand, and turned on the TV. He flipped the channel until it reached the one Marcus had told him.
"Evangeline Suriah Parker was reported missing today by one Henery White," One of the anchor people started.
The woman looked like a high-class whore. Her hazel eyes were surrounded by way too much eyeliner. Her pouty lips were injected with collagen and smeared with bright red lipstick. Her hair was obviously dyed blonde judging by the darkness of her eyebrows. It hung in loose tendrils to her shoulders.
"Parker was released from Twelve Central Mental Hospital over a year ago after a four year sentence for the murder of Michael Smith. Smith was believed to be the driver who hit her parents in a hit-and-run car accident several months before," She continued.
Why did the press have to give out so much information? I snuck a glance at Lucian whose dark eyes were wide in shock and his mouth was hanging open at the news.
"She doesn't have any family around here, but she's been a loyal patron for the last six months. I was worried when she didn't show up for a while so I found out where she lived. When she didn't return phone calls, I went down there and talked to her neighbors. The mail was piled up and it seemed that nobody had seen her. I hope nothing bad has happened to her," I heard Henery's voice come from the TV.
Awe, somebody actually did care. I would have to thank him when I got out of here. I glanced at Lucian again, if I ever did.
There was a picture of me, taken from the security camera at Henery's bar. My long black hair surrounded my face. My ice-blue eyes glared into the camera as if looking through it to the guard watching the monitor in the security station. I always did that on purpose while walking into the bar just to piss off the person watching the tape.
"If you know anything about Parker's whereabouts, you can contact us at this number." The number flashed on the screen in big white writing. It took up most of the space allowed so even the blind could see it and call the hotline with my whereabouts. Too bad nobody who would call knew where I was.
After thirty seconds, the anchor people moved on to more pressing issues. Lucian turned off the television and stared at me. I couldn't read the look on his face, but whatever he was thinking, it wasn't good.
The cat was out of the bag now. He knew the secrets that I didn't tell him; that I didn't want him to know. It was none of his business what had happened before he kidnapped me.
Lucian looked over at me, his eyes full of wonder, "You call me a monster?"
I gave him my "oh no you didn't" look, "First of all I don't kidnap and rape girls. Second of all, he deserved everything he got. And third of all, it's not my fault that he was too much of a pussy to take on a sixteen year old girl armed with nothing but an aluminum baseball bat," at this point I was shouting, "I didn't mean to kill him, I just wanted to beat him up a bit."
"Why didn't you tell me, and why didn't you tell me your full name was Evangeline?"
"You never asked," I hissed.
At least Henery cared enough to report me missing. I was probably what kept his bar in business. I wondered how my cat was. He was probably pissed that nobody was letting him in the house. It wouldn't surprise me if he had other places to hang out with other people to feed him. Cats were selfish like that.
"Now I know that what happened with Ryan's pet wasn't abnormal for you. You just don't seem like the type to have violent tendencies," Lucian commented.
"I wasn't until my parents were killed," I answered in a low voice.
I felt Lucian's lips on mine once again, bringing me out of my depressed thoughts. I tried to fight back, but his body held me down. I tried to turn my head, but he grabbed my face and continued to kiss me.
As usual, it tasted like candy. His breath was hot on mine, the bare muscles of his chest flexing with every movement. His lips were soft as they caressed my mouth. His tongue danced inside the cavern enticing mine to join it.
What the hell was I thinking?
I tried to struggle, again with no avail. I had no choice but to take it like a whore. Except I wasn't willing and I wasn't getting paid. Why couldn't he just get a prostitute? They'll do anything for the right price. Maybe he didn't want to waste the money, but then again he could just kill them. I was so going to hell for even thinking the way I do, let alone the crimes I had committed.
I was so distracted by my thoughts, that I didn't notice my panties being pulled down. I snapped out of it when he sat me up to take off the lace shirt I adorned.
"Hey," I protested, more like mumbled, seeing he was still kissing me. I tried to struggle, but he only held me tighter, pulling away only to completely remove the fabric that covered my body.
He continued to kiss me, his hands roaming my skin. I tried to push him away but he grabbed my wrists and slammed them above my head. I let out a gasp at the quick movement and tried to struggle even more.
"Stop it," He said in his scary voice. Only after last night, it didn't scare me anymore.
My attempts to get free of his grasp didn't waver. He reached for the headboard and clamped cold metal around my wrists. I tried pulling against the handcuffs, but they wouldn't budge. The headboard was too strong for my puny body to break. My hands were tied - literally.
"I told you to stop," he said gruffly. I may have been on the kinky side, but only when I was willing. I continued to struggle with the handcuffs. "Stop it," he said in a scarier voice.
I stopped out of sheer shock like the first time he had used his scary voice. He began to kiss me once again, both hands now free to roam my body. His kisses moved from my face and down my neck to caress my breasts. My body unwittingly lifted into his embrace. I could feel the heat flowing to my groin although I had no interest in this task. Just as he was about to violate me with his phallus, the door opened revealing Marcus. I never thought I would be almost happy to see him.
"What!" Lucian demanded, in his very scary voice.
"Sorry, Lucian," Marcus said breathless, "You have a message, he said it was urgent. He wouldn't talk to anybody but you."
Lucian glared at him, and then turned to me, "We'll finish this when I get back," He said kissing me. He got up and hastily donned his robe, leaving my body exposed on the bed. Walking past Marcus, he left the room and us alone.
Marcus grinned at me mischievously, stalking over to my supine form. I glared at him, he was so lucky I was tied up. He sat on the bed next to me, tracing my breasts with his index finger, "Well well, Evangeline."
"It's Evie," I cut him off.
"I will call you what I want," he hissed, dragging his hand down my body to caress my inner thigh. I struggled against the handcuffs "Your lucky Lucian is on his way back," he smirked, covering me up with the blankets to make an excuse of why he was in the room.
"I have to leave for a few days," Lucian said while pulling out a duffle bag and packing clothes. He hadn't bothered yet to put any on besides his robe.
"What do we do with her," Marcus asked, gesturing toward me.
"I can't bring her with me so I guess I'll have to leave her with you," Lucian replied.
Wait a damn minuet. There was no way I was spending a few days with him. A few hours are enough to make me want to kill myself. Marcus grinned at me behind Lucian's back.
"I know I can't control you, but for my sake don't hurt her," Lucian said sensing Marcus's smile.
"Very well, brother, but if you want I could break her for you."
"No, it's going to take a lot to break her. Besides, I'm starting to like her feistiness. If you damage her, what I did to Lucas would feel like a back massage compared to what I would do to you. Brother or not," He added darkly.
Marcus looked horrified. Whoever Lucas was, he obviously didn't have a very good ending. I had no idea why I was silent, but I couldn't hold it in any more, "Hey what about me," I asked.
"What about you," Lucian replied distracted.
"That was my question, jackass," I snapped and pulled against the handcuffs.
Lucian smirked, leaving his task of packing and pulled the blankets off of me, once again exposing my naked body. "Damn you look good tied up like that," he purred.
"I'll tell Shane you'll be a few minutes," Marcus said leaving.
Lucian pounced on me like a fat kid on chocolate cake. He kissed me viscously, his hands expertly teasing my body. I was powerless to stop him. His candy coated kisses distracted me out of my thoughts of escape. Why was I melting into him?
I gasped as he entered me, removing every thought process that I had. Why did this feel so good? A moan escaped my lips before I could stop it. My body instinctively moved against his before I could control it.
"What did you do to me," I moaned.
"Nothing," was the gruff reply.
I reached my peak, causing him to reach his. "Seriously what did you do to me?" I asked.
"Nothing except handcuff you," he replied finally dressing in actual clothes.
"So you didn't use any poisons or vampire magic?"
"I can't help it that I'm attractive and a natural at seduction. Other than that, it was all you."
"Well it's still your fault," I said trying to convince myself that it was Lucian who put some sort of spell on me.
Lucian's only reply was a chuckle, a kiss, then he un-cuffed me. I glared at him. "I have to go, Evie. Be careful around Marcus for both our sakes."
"Where are you going?"
"I have to take care of a Deusos and you can't go because it's too dangerous."
"What do you mean Deusos?"
"This particular one was sent to kill me. I'm who you would call 'Lucifer's right hand man.' A Deusos is an organization that is trying to over throw him. They look upon their leader as a god. It's a play on the word Deus, the Latin word for god. I really don't have the time to elaborate."
"Lucifer, you mean the Devil?"
"He's not what Christianity makes him out to be."
"Really, is he better or worse?"
"It's all in the eye of the beholder, and whether or not you're friend or foe."
"Is there a God?"
"I suppose so, I never met him."
"Or her," I added. Lucian looked at me as if I've grown another head. "So when can I meet him?"
"I don't know, Evie, you are in need of some major obedience classes and I don't think he'll tolerate you."
"I'll be good I promise," He eyed me. "Well, as good as I can be."
"That isn't saying much." I gave him a pouty look. "I'll see what I can do," he chuckled, starting out of the room. I grabbed his arm and pulled him into a hug. I think I was going crazy.
"Don't be gone too long," I pleaded. Facing him on his worst day was way better than Marcus on his best.
"I'll try not to. Be careful, Evie, Marcus isn't as forgiving as I am."
"I'll try, but he hates me."
"He doesn't hate you, he just thinks I'm too soft on you," Lucian chuckled, kissed my forehead, and left.
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