Hiiii there. So originally this was going to be the final chapter, but then it got mega long. and i still have mroe to write and as it is getting close to dissretation length i didnt want to bombard people with it so i decided to split it up. The next chapters going to change everything, blood, fire smexy vamps. what more could you want. Also tahnk you to the people that favourited. made me feel all warm and tingly inside. loves xoxo
I sat on Archie's bed and stared at the wall. I tried to pass it as being lost in thought but it was really a pathetic attempt to get out of having to go down to the beach. I hate beaches at the best of times; this one sucked the most. No pun intended. I couldn't however get Isabella's dream out of my head. I heard movement out on the landing, of people going to and from MY room. I wasn't quite sure as to why my mother was so determined to get her offspring out of the house but she was like a blood hound. The footsteps became louder, there was someone stood out my door. Waiting. I rolled my eyes. I moved over to the door, opened it and rested against the frame.
"Hi."
I kept staring.
"Mom said you'd take me down to the beach."
"Yes."
"Well, that was like two hours ago and Devon's text me to say they're..." I shut the door on her. What a skeez. There was a knock on the door. She was persistent I'll give her that. I swung the door back open.
"Yes?" It was Chesington stood there. Smashing.
"I thought you said you were off out?" His huge presence took up the entire doorway.
"Well...I..." He was nothing like Dad had been. I mean Dad had been a large man but he wasn't mean.
"Your Mom and I would like some time to ourselves." He stood there waiting for me to react. I grabbed my bag that was balanced at the end of Archie's bed.
"She's not my Mum." I pushed passed him out the hall, down the stairs and out the front door. Not that it was a sore point or anything. I waited at the end of the drive, the exact same point I'd watched David stand between the house and the car before the police rolled up. What had that been about? I heard feet approaching up the gravel.
"Nice shoes." I looked down. They were just plain black pumps. I looked back up but she'd already begun down the road. Oh this was going to be fun. We walked in silence until we got down into the town. It was lunch time and the streets were fairly busy. The shops were all open and across the golden sands were clusters of people enjoying the sun. Isabella spotted them before I did and picked up speed. She managed to pull off looking cute whilst running. I really hated her. I, on the other hand, sloped behind. She received hugs as she got to the group. She'd known them for like two hours. How was that even...I shook my head and carried on. Why bother getting worked up about something that was out of my hands. The air turned icy as I got there. I saw Devon. With Isabella. And two other girls. And a black eye. Well the last part cheered me up. I stood there like a lemon for a while. The isolation was horrid. I breathed in the warm air that was being blown around the beach by the sea breeze. I was beginning to become stifling .My bag began to vibrate. I picked out my phone and frowned. A text from an unknown number. I rested against the low wall along the side of the beach and opened the message.
Survived the party? Come over and play some time. Dwayne gets bored.
Marco
I smiled. I scrolled down to reply but then sat staring at the blank screen. What was I going to say? I was so frustrated, the only people I could relate to in any form since moving here were dead and murderous. What does that make me? I shoved the phone back in bag and stood up. All the little stalls were open along the board walk. I remembered dragging Archie along them the first night we had been here. It had seemed so long ago and so much had happened since then. It all seemed so much tattier and grungy without anyone there. There was a jewellery stall. All the bangles and pendants and earrings were organised on multitudes of black velvet cushions. They glinted in the mid day sun. I took back my previous statement; I wanted to touch all of them, to feel the cool metal in my fingers, the hard stones. To one side there was a bracelet. It was silver discs linked together, and each of the discs was a small red stone. It made the most delicate noise as the pieces clinked together as I picked it up.
"How much?" The stall owner was an old man, who I'd clearly disturbed from reading his paper. He sighed and stooped up, groaning at the effort and stared at the bracelet.
"$20" A man of many words, clearly. I handed over the money and slipped the bracelet on straight away, admiring it flash in the brightness of the day. My gaze went back over to the beach.I stood watching them from a distance. I knew it was time to leave. As my father said, only boring people get bored. I saw no sense in sticking around a place I wasn't welcome and did not want to be. The sun was directly above me as I walked the path back from the town to Clarissa's house. No creepy policeman. No rain. No David. The climb seemed to take forever, but I eventually found myself at the end of the drive way. I presumed Mother and Chesington were still there, a joy I did not want to spend my afternoon indulging in. I lifted my face towards the sun. The light was dappled by the trees, though the warmth seemed to still filter through. I stayed like that until the continuous heat was too much to bear. I had The Rivieras' song playing in my head, or was it The Ramones...possibly The Dictators.
/Well they`re out there a`havin` fun
In that warm California sun./
Only I wasn't having fun. This was it. You only live once. I strode towards the house. Life is short. Maybe even shorter the way I was about to play it but sack it, what else was there to do. The car keys were on the hook where they'd been left the night before. I grabbed them and was gone before either one of the adults realised I'd been back. Time for a quick drive up the coast.
O O - O O
I got less and less brave as I pulled the car to a stop on top of the cliff. The water broke down below me, but all was peaceful. I lent my head back against the head rest and breathed in the fresh air, then pushed myself out of the car. The breeze followed me as I climbed down the cliff and into the entrance below. It was just like it was before, absolutely deserted inside the old hotel lobby. The place was still a complete tip. Apparently dead or alive boys were slobs. I took my time moving through the cavernous entrance hall. I still wasn't sure this was a great idea, or even a smart one, but it couldn't go on like this for much longer. Plus, my delirious girl brain reasoned, he'd dropped in for a visit uninvited, even if I hadn't actually been there to receive him, I could do the same. I ran my hand through one of the drapes on the wall. I wondered how long the boys had lived here. It really was an amazing place, shame about the deadness.
There it was, the door that led to bad, bad things. Allons-y.
Getting up to the rooms was going to be an undignified climb. There were probably some working stairs in the caves but I was not going to wander around alone trying to find them. There were a few stairs leading from the balcony, but most were missing. I grasped the cold metal with my hands and pulled myself up. My palms were throbbing and my arms ached. I leant against the wall for a moment trying to compose myself. To pull this off I had to be cool and suave. Not a not a jabbering pulsating mess. I wished I'd worn something more come hither than a pair of jeans and a cardigan. STOP THINKING. I pushed myself off the wall and opened the second door off the balcony. The room inside was dark and dusty. I could barely make out the shapes of the objects inside, but it seemed pretty deserted. Well that was an epic fail. I moved away from the door. The whole building was silent and my heart began racing. They could be anywhere. Bugger. I caught myself before I began to panic though. What was the point and just staying stood there was only going to be as dangerous as doing anything else. At the end of the balcony was an arch way in the wall. The door that Marco had been stood by during my last visit was still shut but I took a guess that the archway led to the same place. I seemed to be moving towards it before I realised what I was doing. It made sense David would hide himself away in the deepest darkest part.
O O - O O
I ran my hand along the wall. It was rutted and damp, but my best chance of having an idea where I was going and not wandering off and falling to my death off the side of the balcony. I should have brought a torch, or a candle. My phone. I leant against the wall and scrabbled in bag. Hello, LED screen. I'd left the message from Marco open. It still made me smile. Something shifted behind me, I spun round and held my phone out but the corridor was empty. Time to get moving. All the doors along here hadn't looked to have been opened in years. I really hoped I was heading the right way and not just leading myself into a dark hole. I'd already passed along three corridors. The Californian heat didn't reach this far underground. It all seemed so very detached. I moved through another arch way and stopped. The balcony curved around the wall dropped off into a barricade of fallen rubble and cliff side. Along the back wall was a single door. Alone. In the dark. How predictable. I brushed down the front of my cardi and stuffed the phone back into my bag.
I pushed his door open and saw a candle flicker light onto the wall next to the bed where David was laid. His big black boots were resting against a desk with a large black volume lying in his lap. His back was to me, cue for my urbane entrance.
"So it's the funniest thing, when my mother's darling offspring came down for breakfast this morning she mentioned a dream she'd had with a guy sat by her window with glowing eyes." He didn't move. Thinking about it he probably knew I was there. Damned vamp senses. I moved into the room. "You know anything about it?"
"Do you have a death wish?" He placed his boots back on the ground. Yes. I ignored him and took my chance at looking around the room. There was a huge bed to one side. A large wooden armoire that had seen better days stood next to the desk. I moved to the bed and sat down. Bouncy.
"I mean, I'm not saying it was you. It could have been any number of..."I looked behind me on the bed. There was something on the wall. I turned back. David was stood over me. He looked pissed. I leaned back on the bed trying to put as much distance between me and those fangs. Why did I think poking the bear would be a good idea? He rested a fist either side of me on the bed.
"What did you want?" He was all growly. Although thinking about it, it was gone midnight in Vamp world. So a tired angry bear. I shrugged and looked up at him. I thought I could see a really faint bruise on the side of his face. It seemed to fade into the stubble. But what could bruise a vampire? His eyes were staring right at, boring their way into my skull. I couldn't stand it any longer and looked away to the side, feigning disinterest.
"Bored, I guess..." The familiar coldness radiated from him. It was a welcome feeling as having him at such close proximity was making my skin burn. He didn't say anything. I guessing wandering into a vampire lair was not considered an aid to cure boredom. Although I guess it depends where you live. "Plus you know, I've got nothing better to do." He probably didn't even remember walking me back the first night. He smirked but didn't move. It was hardly the best position to hold a conversation. I tried to wriggle further across the bed, put the distance between us which would give me the space to clear my head and be able to create smart or at least coherent sentences. "So...here I am." I needed out. Now. I hadn't seen anyone look so predatory in whole life. "Just checking you hadn't wanted anything last night. I'd best let you get back to bed" For the love of God, why could I not stop talking. From his position leaning on the bed, David watched me in what I presumed was mild amusement. A stupid little girl, stammering and stuttering off his bed. This had to have been one of the most stupid decisions of my entire life. I moved for the door as quick as I could and out in to the dark depth outside. My eyes had got used to the dim light in the room which made the hallway seem pitch. I stumbled slightly, trying to navigate which way round I was standing. My foot twisted against what must have been some fallen rubble from the walls and I began to fall. My balance was gone and there was nothing to hold onto. Shit, the balcony. My arms flailed. There was a burning sensation in my wrists and a really sharp pain. I stopped falling down and was tugged up, suddenly being pulled back to the side wall. The light from the room glowed dimly as I clung on to what or rather who had drawn me back from the brim. My breathing was erratic as I stared up into those glowing orbs. My wrist still hurt; perhaps the tug had broken it. I stared down at it, trying to make it out in the dim light. "You broke my bracelet." That's all I had to say as I stared at my lower arm. Three of the discs had gouged themselves into the flesh of my wrist. The rest of it must be on the bottom of the walk way or somewhere. Blood had begun to trickle down my arm, across my palm and dripping onto the floor. I squeezed my eyes shut and quickly looked between my wrist and David. I must have been in shock because I began to wobble again. The blood didn't bother me; it was the metal sticking out of me that did it. "I need..." I began. Help? Medical attention? I needed something. David still had hold of my arm. The grip was tight. He pulled my arm up closer to him; I couldn't look at it as it passed by me. Every so often the blood caught a flicker from the light beyond. "Don't." I reached my other hand out. I didn't know what I planned to do but I didn't want anyone touching it. I tried pushing him away. My hand hit the rough material of his coat, the metal from the medals. The whooshing sensation, the one you get right before you faint, hit me. It was overwhelming my vision and my hearing. Grabbed the lapel of the coat, I tried leaning away from him. I was such a state and if I wasn't in my current predicament would have felt so bloody embarrassed. I think we moved, I couldn't be sure, but I wasn't leaning against air anymore but the slick cave wall. The pain in my wrist was getting worse. More movement. Softness and pain juxtaposed as I struggle to clear my vision. Those pretty little discs must have sunk quite far in. Hurrah from severed arteries. I screamed. One was ripped out. Then the next and the next. I tried grabbing at them and then at him. I hadn't known pain like it. I was thrashing, and had it been anyone but the undead I would have done some damage. I'd never had a particularly good pain threshold and this just went to prove it. The light flickered and disappeared. I must have knocked it. Now panic set in. I did not need to be in the dark with the vampire. I saw his eyes glowing in front of me and then ice. It felt so good I moaned and leant back. The painful throbbing began to slow, my arm felt light and tingly. I thought I heard David actually growl. His head was up to mine. His face exactly in front. I still felt dizzy and I lolled my head back. His mouth was straight there, scratching the scar with his sharp stiletto fangs. My hands reached up for his neck, clasping either side of his face, I brought it back in line with mine and began my own attack. His lips were so cold. I could still taste the metallic taint of blood. My blood. My head was still spinning, although it was questionable as to what was causing it. I moved my hands from his face down his neck to his chest, in line with his shoulders. As long as I had a hold of him I could keep myself there. I pulled myself up to him, his lips kept marking mine. I opened my eyes. David smiled against my mouth. I gasped as my arm rubbed against his shirt. Funny how I'd forgotten about it. I turned my head away from his. I needed to check on it. There was still blood trickling from the open wounds. He growled against my neck.
"Rebekah..." I moaned I felt my head begin to fall back against the bed below.
O O - O O
I didn't know where I was when I opened my eyes again. Passing out in obscure places was never a clever road to go down. It was dark and cold. I was definitely lying down. My head throbbed at I sat up in the gloom. I swung my legs round to stand up and hit something. Someone. David. He was laid so still it was hard to imagine that he would ever wake again. He looked much younger as he slept, I wanted to reach out and touch his face. I brought my hand out but it just hovered over him, I really didn't trust his eyes not open and him to grab me. I couldn't deal with any more shocks. I looked at my arm. It had a ripped piece of material tied round it. I leant down and placed a soft kiss on his cheek. There was no decorous way to clamber over his body to get off the bed, but it didn't seem to stir him. I guess it really did take a lot to wake the dead. I grabbed my bag from the floor by the bed and moved out into the corridor. I took my time this time.
The lobby was dark now, I had no idea what time it was but the sun had defiantly gone down. I stood by the entrance and let the cool sea breeze hit me.
"Nice set of lungs you've got on you girlie."
I twisted. Dwayne was lounging on a sofa. Marco was stood there too and Archie was perched on one of the alcoves dug into the wall. There was the most sinister laughter behind me and Paul came to stand directly behind me. I'd managed to miss them in my haze. I sighed.
"I fell."
"I bet you did."
"Shut up." Archie barked at Paul. I looked up at him. "Alright?"
"Alright?" He grinned at me and I grinned back. "Fancy seeing you here." I moved over to him. He slid down to the ground.
"Why are you here?" I rolled my eyes in mock anger.
"God, why is everyone so put off by my arrival? So what, you lot can attend people's houses uninvited but I'm not? Although, technically I was invited, remember?"
"See, I knew she couldn't resist me." Dwayne made me smile. Archie had grabbed hold of my wrist and was slowly studying it. "Are you thirsty?" Dwayne got up towards me, grinning. I opened my mouth.
"No she's not thirsty." Archie hadn't even looked up, he began to untie the material around my wrist, poking and prodding as he went.
"Dude, you're no fun." Paul was behind me once again. That guy gave me the creeps.
"I resent that, I'm loads of fun. Becks, tell him I'm fun"
"You're no fun. And also, ouch." I stood glaring at him. "I don't know if you've noticed but that's not really the ideal place to be jabbing." I tore my arm back and tried to retie the makeshift bandage one handed. Archie pulled it back and did it for me.
"How did you say you did that?" Marco came over too. Wow didn't I feel popular. I moved my arm to behind my back, between me and Archie.
"I fell." Now to abridge the story. "My bracelet and me sort of meshed. It was a really nice bracelet by the way. Not as you care. And then yeh, damaged me." I shrugged.
"It didn't look so damaged" Dwayne moved to grab my hand. I stuffed it further behind me into Archie. Old trusts die hard.
"I'll damage you." He just smirked. I knew it was an empty threat. He knew it was an empty threat too.
"You can damage me all you like babe, make my day." I raised an eye brow at him and was then forced backwards. Paul seemed to fly through the air straight sat Dwayne.
"Ok." The two of them fell to the floor, laughing and punching. I smiled watching them. This place felt more like home than anywhere else had in Santa Carla so far.
Their heads whipped round, before I even heard the door shut. David walked across the lobby. My heart jumped into my mouth as I watched him. He didn't stop, he didn't even look at us. I didn't know what I had been expecting, but It hadn't been that. My chest felt heavy. The boys continued mucking around, shoving each other, moving around the room. Archie grabbed my hand before I knew what was going on. He leant down to my ear.
"Is this the part where I agree with you that all men are bastards?"
"You're a dick." I mumbled.
"No, I'm a bastard." His words made me laugh, leant back into him. Well not everything could be perfect. It didn't stop it hurting though. I stood staring out of the cave entrance, my mind wandered back to earlier. The world carried on without me.
"I'm bored."
"I'm hungry." Shadows moved in front of me. My arm was nearly ripped from the torso as Archie pulled me towards where the shadows had gone, out of the mouth of the cave.
"Remember, you wanted this."
O O - O O
The beach was still full of left over sun worshippers. As the boys stalked the milling crowds on the board walk I kept an eye out for Isabella, Devon and the it crowd. And other people. I wandered through the crowds, my head in clouds and waited for them to come back. After... I didn't like to think about it. I looked up to see them walking down the boardwalk towards. The Them I didn't want to see not the ones I did. Devon had his arm wrapped around Isabella's waist. It didn't bother me as much as I thought it would. But then he's a bastard. I grinned and ducked into the nearest shop, pulling my cardigan sleeve further down my arm. It had been a bad choice on my part, the shop was the video store that I had been in with them before, but I decided I'd work on keeping my head down and getting out before they saw me. I really didn't need the drama. The shop was quiet but not empty as perused the shelves. I picked up a couple of boxes. Død snø. Zombie Nazis. What more could you want? Another time perhaps. I put it back and moved on to the classics. Somebody was stood behind me.
"Such an unholy mess of a girl." I spun around and stared at the man behind me, a mix of alarm and panic.
"I'm sorry?" He smiled and nodded at the box I was holding. High Society.
"Such a splendid film." I smiled at him.
"One of my favourites." Well this wasn't awkward. He kept smiling at me. There was something about him...
"I think your friends are waiting for you." So much for keeping my head down. Behind him, just outside the doorway to the shop was Devon and his surfer cronies.
"Thanks." I muttered as I walked away. The group of teenagers stood there, all pristine and carefree. It was like something straight out of a film. Well, there was no need to be unpleasant, I'd be the bigger person, rise above. I smiled as I went past them, out into the centre of the boardwalk. I saw no reason to hang around but at least I acknowledged them. As I walked past there were bursts of laughter and mutterings. Wow it really was like some teen movie. I turned round and rolled my eyes. This was the new me, the grab the bulls by the horns, the vampires by the fangs, the annoying pretty boy by the testis. I walked back over. "Evening, Devon. Did you have a fun night last night?" He pulled Isabella in tighter.
"Yeh."
"Really? Cos two black eyes and a broken nose begs to differ? Or is that the new in look? Emo with a hint of victim. Still I'm sure all that sea air will do you good. Maybe spend another night out here, see what happens." Death would be nice.
"You're a freak you know that right. I tried to help you..." I cut him off.
" Help? Was that before or after..." He wasn't looking at me any longer. Some of his friends had backed off, and I saw him heading that way too. I checked behind me. The gang of boys really were an opposing sight. There wasn't a single thing about them that wasn't rapacious or predatory about them. A wall of killer destruction.
"Come on Becks..." Archie said quietly.
"I'm not finished." I'd opened some sort of Pandora's Box of anger. "You're such a self righteous prick. You're just one person. No one cares what you think. The sooner you get what's coming to you the better." I turned to walk off, my face was so hot. "Oh, and Devon?" He stood there scowling at me, between the swelling and the bruising. "Bite me." I was physically shaking as I left them, pushed passed Archie and Marco and up the boardwalk, step in line with Dwayne. This night had really turned into an anger-fest. I was sick of feeling so down since moving here, only under the circumstances it was predictable, but vampires and stuck up cliques were not aiding the healing process.
"Carry on behaving like that and I'm gonna get you a leash girlie. You'd look good in a leash." I stared straight ahead of me. I thought of sucker punching him into the next time zone but it would be no use. I'd hit him. He'd laugh. I'd have a broken hand. So not worth it. I took the safer option of barking out a fake laugh and carried on walking. Two of their gang were missing.
"If you're looking for Paul," Marco came up beside me, "He's still out playing."
"She's not looking for Paul..."Archie chuckled beside me. Him, I had no problem threatening to punch. I didn't, I mean my arm was still sore. That was my excuse and I was sticking to it.
"For you information, I'm not looking for anyone."
"David's out playing too." I turned to Dwayne and gave him my most withering look. The serious, if looks could kill stare. Although, he technically was already dead... we carried on walking. The throngs of people were more abundant up this end of the boardwalk, near the fair ground. "So, what was with him tonight? Doesn't he usually go erm... with you?" I said quietly. I knew they could hear me.
"Perhaps he was tired."
"Yeh, maybe he didn't sleep much."
"What with all you screaming." I turned and punched him. I was right. It did hurt. Dwayne just sniggered and waltzed off towards the Waltzers.
Back home we'd had a fair come each year to a field just outside the village. The one on the boardwalk was so much bigger. It was loud and there were bright beautiful colours everywhere, and the trademark fairground noise. I loved it. Dad used to let us stay up as kids to go to the fair at night just to see it in all its glory. All I need was a bag of candy floss and I was set. A tub of it was thrust into my hands, Marco grinned. How odd. It's not like they could read minds. Oh god I hoped they couldn't read minds.
"Keeps the blood sugars up."
"Thanks," I muttered. I took it as a thoughtful gesture and nothing more. Nothing to think and worry about. I mean really, if they were going to kill me they would have done so by now. Right? Someone grabbed my arm and I nearly jumped out of my skin. So maybe I was a little worried. As it was it was just Archie, dragging me to keep up with them. Just Archie, who was now one of them and could quite easily do whatever they could. He stood looking bemused as I tried to work out what I was doing. It took me a moment or two to get my feet moving again. Clearly they couldn't read minds. Or maybe it was just Archie, he always was a bit dim. I stumbled through the crowds after him. I really did need something to eat. I hadn't had anything since that banana at breakfast and what with the blood depletion I was feeling a bit woozy. And I was not fainting again. I was not one of those girls who just flop around, passing out left right and centre. "I just need to sit down for a bit, I'll meet you later, yeh?" I went over to perch on one of the low fences surrounding the fair ground. Before leaving Archie lent down and placed a kiss on the top of my head. I gripped his hand. "Missed you." He just smiled and slipped off. I pulled open the lid to the pink clouds inside. Who ever invented candy floss was a sheer genius. I ripped some off and popped it in my mouth. I felt better already. No I didn't. I spy with my little eye something beginning with D. With a girl. Who wasn't me. I didn't know why it bothered me so much. That's a lie I knew exactly why it bothered me but it didn't make me like it any better. I angrily tore at the gooey substance and bit away at clumps of it. What was wrong with me? No scratch that, what was wrong with men. First they come visit your room at night, then they save your life, and then they walk off with scantily clad beach women. Fine, whatever who needed him. I'd eaten half the box and now felt less woozy but a little sick. What fun. I headed over to where I'd seen the guys last.
"Girlie!" I followed the sound. Dwayne patted the seat next to him on the dodgems. Hell yes. Why worry about guys when I could just ram the fuck out of them. Perhaps not the right choice of phrase. I jumped in next to him, just before the bell sounded. He was cold like David; it made my hairs stand on end. It wasn't the same. My head whipped back as the cars began to move. Dwayne had his hands wresting on the little wheel, but if he thought I was just along for the ride he was dead wrong. I grabbed at the stirring wheel and thrust us quickly in the opposite direction. I spotted Archie in some car with a randomer, and Paul coming straight at us matching blonde in tow. I put the pedal down right to the floor and drove at him. I loved the dodgems. I laughed. I always laughed when I was nervous. The ride went on for five minutes. Towards the end I gave the wheel to Dwayne. Restore some of his manhood, plus I was beginning to get bruised and battered, and would ache like hell tomorrow.
Archie was the only one not to question my driving.
"Made me glad I was already dead." Paul had an arm round Dwayne's neck as he tried to steer him away from me. They were dead. They would always be dead. I wasn't.
"You think it's funny, but that's how she actually drives." I guessed Archie was just breaking my own personal tension. I mean, please, I am a well good driver. I got up those cliffs all on my...
"Fuck the car." I stopped and panicked. "I left it up there. I didn't tell Mother and it's still there and..."
"I'll sort it." Marco came from nowhere, swiping my bag from my shoulder as he passed. He chucked it in one fluid motion to Archie. Archie reached in and grabbed my phone. I made a grab at him. He through the bag at Dwayne. Piggy in the middle was no fun with vampires. I jumped trying to intercept it but it didn't work. The phone. I twisted back to Archie who saw me coming and threw the phone. I followed it as it curved through that air and ran smack into a cold hard body. I looked up to see David smirking down, phone in hand. I grimaced and snatched at it, but it had left this hand before my hand was even high enough to grab it. Instead I just grabbed him. I snatched my hand back quickly, but it had been all the distraction they had needed.
"Mother." Archie had ended up with the phone. "Yeh. Becks is coming camping with us tonight." I hated camping.
O O - O O
We'd walked round the boardwalk for hours. Well they walked, I trudged. I hadn't looked or talked to him since. David, I mean. But my silent treatment didn't really seem to be having the desired effect. They head back to the cave, still wired from whatever they had been doing previously. I took a step back and watched them. Paul had brought beer back with them, which I quickly declined. They were just like regular guys, just with murderous intent. It was odd to watch them, to have both situations in mind. The lobby was full of music and smoke and laughter and jeers. I understood why Archie had come, I just wished he'd brought me too. I went to sit outside for a while, keep my head clear, leave them be. I took my candy floss with me, no point in wasting it. I let it dissolve on my tongue as I watched the waves crash below. It was dark out here, away from the neons of the town. There was crashing behind me. All was good. Someone dropped down next to me.
"Rebekah..." I hadn't heard him walk over. He didn't look at me, just stared out to sea. I stared at him from beneath my fringe and he held out his bottle. I shuck my head. "Come on..." His voice was rough, and low.
"Really, I'm fine." I just loved dealing with drunks. He knocked it back, then held it out again. "No. Remember how I nearly died of blood loss?" I started getting up to go back inside. "Not exactly feeling too peachy." I turned to walk away but was pulled back down, landing on David.
"Why are you fingers so sticky?" I stared at him. I stared at him on his knee. I kept the grin inside.
"What?" He had hold of my hand still from where he'd grabbed me back. Pulling it up to face level, he sat look intently at my fingers and then me. "I... I had candy floss." His handsome face crinkled slightly into a frown. "You know, sugar and ... pink." I flipped off the container's lid with my thumb and tore a piece of the confectionary off. Wobbling slightly, I brought it up to his lips, waiting from them to open. So close to those teeth. He eyed me suspiciously before taking it. Barely a second transpired before his lips were crushing mine. He tasted of sugar, beer and metal. Everything about him was cold and hard, as I gripped onto his shoulder with one hand and held the top of his arm with the other trying to keep myself from falling off the side of the cliff. We were both so close to the edge but I didn't want to stop him. Forever didn't seem like such a bad option if it was just this. His held on to the side of my head whilst the other pressed against the small of my back, bringing me into him. All my nerves were tingling, a warning that I shouldn't be this near such a powerful predator. An innate alarm system. His harsh kisses trailed from my lips to my neck and I nearly cried out. Every touch felt like electricity on my skin. I shivered against him as his fangs scraped the scar. "David..." I murmured into his ear, his soft hair pressing against the side of my face. I thought I heard him actually growl into the crook of my neck, it made me shudder once again, the vibrations shooting all over my body. He brought his face up, and I took a moment to glance over. His golden eyes glowed in the darkness of the Californian night, looming above me. The hand in my hair moved down my side to join his other, both slipped under the bottom of my cardigan, resting just above my hips. He'd already pulled me to my feet without me realising, he now began to walk me backwards. My back hit the harsh rock cliff face, just up from the cave mouth. In my haze I could still hear the others inside, but none of it seemed important. His face was about two inches from mine, and that was where it remained. David just stood staring at me, his eyes moved from my neck to look right into mine. My hips were forced against the wall with the strength of his grip, it didn't however stop me from leaning my head forward and commandeering his mouth. I smiled against his lips as he forcefully kissed back, my hands reached up to entangle themselves in his blond hair.
There was a pause. David ripped himself of me and walked away to the cliff face. He stood there for what seemed like an agonising eternity, his back to me. As quick as he was gone though, he seemed to be back. He vehemently grabbed my hand, and pulled me towards the cave mouth. I frowned, not knowing or understand where we were going and why had it stopped. I dragged my hand back from him, a painful motion. I wasn't moving until I got an answer.
"Not here." He bit out and grabbed my hand again, his fingers weaving into mine. Oh. OH. My heart was going at a rate of knots as I followed him inside. Our footfalls seemed to make so much noise as we walked through into the lobby. But not as much as those behind us. David stopped. The noise of the boys stopped.
"Now, now then boys, is that alcohol I see? Tut tut." I glanced behind me to see who had followed us in here. I then stared in confusion. It was the man from the video store. "Oh, and we have guessed. Surely now, that's no way to behave in front of company."
