Chapter Five
My house was extremely quiet as I
watched Cameron pace back and forth in front of my broken living room
window. I thought he'd be able to hear
me drive up. I suppose not. Maybe his mind is elsewhere. Yeah, on the dead bitch. I wonder why he isn't with her. Rolling my eyes would make me feel so much
better. Too bad my eyes won't
cooperate. Am I that tired?
I opened my Jeep door and got out
as quickly as my body would allow. Cameron finally noticed me. He
rushed to the door, opening it for me. I smiled up at him, ignoring how jealous I was feeling. He just turned away. No hi, no bye, not anything. Now I got reasons to be jealous.
I walked over to my love seat and
dropped my entire body into it. Cameron
looked past me smiling. Hey, at least
he was smiling.
"Why are you here
Cameron?"
His face turned around, staring
out the broken window. He acted as if
he hadn't heard me. I knew he did. There's no way to ignore me when you've got
super hearing.
"Cameron?!"
His face returned to mine with
anger. His voice was close to a
yell. "I'm sorry, alright."
"Don't be pissed at me. I didn't make her attack me."
He body fell down onto my couch,
raising his hand in the air. "You
didn't have to fucking kill her!"
"Oh, what was I supposed to
do? Let her take a fucking bite out of
me?"
"I would have stopped
her."
"I didn't see you move." His glare dropped down to the ground. Had I hurt his feelings? Oh well!
He looked back up at me with
sentimental brown eyes. My heart sunk
deep into my stomach.
"I didn't want you to hurt
her, but I didn't want you to get hurt either. I knew this day would come."
I turned away from his eyes,
looking back at my twenty inch TV.
"Sara, please look at
me."
"No." I crossed my arms.
He got off the couch, stepping
over to me. He reached his arm out but
I just let them fall. He then knelt
down in front of me. I turned my head
back at him as he placed both his hands on my legs. I grabbed them entwining my fingers in his. I bent my head down, coming in closer to his
face. His eyes were so full of
emotion. My lips brushed against his
for just a second before someone knocked on my door. I immediately backed up from him, yelling at whoever was at my
door.
I stood up pushing Cameron to the
side. I walked to the front door
cursing under my breath. Cameron
laughed at me as he stood up. I looked
back for a second before opening the door. When my eyes returned, I saw something that would have intrigued any
human being. He was six feet tall and
very handsome. His eyes were a hazel so
green, they could have hypnotized me if I weren't a necromancer. He had light brown hair that came down to
his shoulders. His body was moderately
built under his long white button up T-shirt that was covered by a long leather
overcoat and black leather pants. Behind him stood the man that I met earlier tonight. Noah, I think his name was. There was also a shorthaired redhead with
blue eyes and a slight case of freckles.
The power that flowed in front of
me told me that the brunette was about five hundred years old or more. His voice flowed like silk over my
spine. It was deep enough to be
masculine yet feminine enough to soothe. I felt Cameron slowly walk up behind me.
"Hello my beautiful
Sara."
"Who the hell are you?" Cameron's hand touched my shoulder.
"I'm Isaiah." I smiled in his face.
"What happened to your soldier
boy?"
"We took care of him. He wasn't worth living anyway. If he couldn't handle you, he doesn't
deserve to live."
I rolled my eyes. "Well, who cares. Why you here?"
He stretched out his hands
reaching back to Noah. Noah slowly took
off his overcoat. "As Jacob and
Noah told you, I desperately want to see you."
"Get in line."
His face held a light sense of
confusion. "Excuse me?"
I rolled my eyes again backing
away from Cameron to step closer into my house. His hand slowly left my shoulder. I could feel his nervousness on the air. It beat against my skin like little doves
wings flapping rapidly under the weight of the wind. He glided quickly behind me. Cameron's body stood stiff right next to mine. I have the feeling that if anything happened to me tonight, it
would also happen to him. Shit.
"Sara, I must talk to
you."
Cameron's right hand gripped tight
against my hand. He was trying to warn
me. I know what vampires want.
I threw my arms up into the
air. "Well, you got space and opportunity
right now."
He raised his right hand into the air,
flicking his index finger back and forth. "Tsk tsk tsk. Not in front
of the Ulfric."
"Then we have nothing to
say." I briskly walked closer to
my door and reached for the knob, but the vampire caught my hand. Cameron's power rose like a thick steam from
his body. The vampire looked up at him
with a wicked smile. Cameron only stepped
in closer to me.
I let go of the knob, pushing out
of Cameron's way. I stepped into my
living room. Freeing myself of their
overwhelming power.
Isaiah's voice broke the silence.
"I felt it when you came into
my city. You were a force to reckon
with. I sent Jacob and Noah to bring
you to me, but they failed. Noah will
pay for it later since you already done well with Jacob." A smile flashed upon his face revealing two
long fangs. Fuck.
My expression changed to
bitterness. "Wanna come in long
fang?"
Cameron touched the side of my
stomach slightly turning me to him. I
looked into his eyes and nodded. He
sighed letting go of me.
I turned back to the vamp to
notice him heading straight to my couch. I wanted to scream and tell him to get the fuck out of my house, but
whose a rude host? Not me of course.
Isaiah sat down in one graceful
movement just like Killian had done. Isaiah's eyes were such a beautiful unnatural hazel green they made me
stop where I stood. I looked down at
him until Cameron grabbed my hand. I
caught my breath and looked up at the ceiling.
"Isaiah, wanna get this over
with? I've got shit to do."
He crossed his legs and motioned
for Noah to sit by him. Noah quickly
followed his master's instructions, sitting right next to him.
"Please, no blood on my
couch. I think the police want
it."
"If they wanted it, they
would have already taken it."
I turned my head sideways, cursing
at Isaiah in my mind.
"You are definitely a strong
one."
"Yeah, and you're
irritating."
"Is it because I interrupted
your," his hand motioned back and forth from Cameron and me,
"kiss?"
"No."
"I don't understand
then."
"It's because you're in my
house. Explain why you are here or get
the fuck out!"
He rested his arms on the
couch. "My, my, calm down
Sara. No need to be upset."
"Get out of my house and I'll
calm down."
"I suppose the night isn't
getting any younger. I want you to
either get off my territory or join me."
"Well, I want you to get out
of my house. I don't see you
moving."
He laughed, revealing his
fangs. I shivered. Cameron came behind me and hugged me. I let him hold me for a few seconds until
Isaiah stood up.
He stretched his hand out to
me. I ignored it. "Come taste my hospitality."
I teasingly laughed in his
face. "Nope."
His eyes flared up into a green
flame of anger. My concentration began
to blur. My body rotated around a
beautiful green flame that touched my skin. It took me over, sinking me into a flame so strong; I felt the heat
against my face. Inside my eyes, inside
my skin. Deep within my body. The smell of a strong perfume barely applied
filled my senses. My body lifted around
me, bringing me deeper into the flame. My eyes closed before I could stop them. The flame was on my body. It was eating at my skin. Burning it, melting it. I
screamed, opening my eyes to see a dark room. Almost small enough to be a utility room, but dark enough to be a
prison.
I sat up, trying to patch some
memory together. Like how the fuck I
got here. My vision and memory were
blurred. Who brought me here? All I remember is being in the house with
Cameron. Did he bring me here? No, I don't think so. I think someone came over. Who was it?
A body moved to my side. I jumped, gasping. Cameron's voice was muffled. "Sara..."
I stood up as fast as my body
would allow. Wobbling just a bit. I went over to him, immediately trying to
remove the gag. He slowly moved his
head forward, while my hands worked quickly. The gag fell around his ears, onto the floor. I placed my hand under his chin pushing it up so I could see his
face. Tears almost filled my eyes as I
looked at him. His left eye was puffy
and sore. His lip was busted open. His right cheek was red and swollen. His eyes were full of pain. Not with the pain of being hurt, but the
pain of not being able to save me. His
head moved closer to my stomach. I
wrapped my hands around his face and held him close to me. He didn't have to tell me what
happened. I knew. If I could only warn Isaiah. I'd tell him, "Isaiah, you don't fuck
with the people I love."