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A LIFE LESS ORDINARY
Chapter 3: No good; very bad day.
"She's back?" he growled angrily as he stormed into Luke's quarters.
"I thought I told you that she'd only betray us if she stayed here!"
"That's right Roderick, you did tell me that. But I don't believe that she will. She wouldn't do that to Michael."
Roderick laughed coldly. "You talk as though that thing has true feelings for him!"
"She does"
"No, she's playing a big joke on you and you're falling for it. You're almost as senseless as that Michael. He believes that empty shell really loves him doesn't he?"
"Can't you see it Roderick? It's obvious that they truly do love each other. Just look at them."
"I don't care to. A vampire should not be here, in our den. She'll get us all killed! And the blame will be singularly on you!"
With that, he left the room, slamming the door hard behind him.
The loud noise echoed through the whole den.
Selene was startled out of her dreams; into a sitting position on the bed. Her sensitive hearing turning the faint thud into a resounding smack. Almost as if their own door had been slammed with the same force.
"what's wrong baby?" Michaels voice was soft and still half asleep as he opened one eye to look at her. slowly he ran his hand along her spine as he turned to lye on his back.
She smiled at his sleepy expression
"Nothing, just a noise." She said quietly as she lay back down beside him, letting him snake his arms around her and hold her close.
But no matter how safe she felt in his arms, she couldn't shake the sickening feeling in the pit of her stomach.
Something was wrong. Something was very wrong.
****The Vampires Mansion****
His skin was so tight that the slightest movement seemed to tare it apart in new, uncomfortable wounds.
He lay as still as he possibly could, his cold blue eyes watching as the thick red liquid drained from the plastic sacks, down the tubes and into his body, giving him back the strength he needed for his recovery.
****The Den****
She could relax. Michael was sleeping soundly next to her, his right arm wrapped around her shoulders and his left resting gently across her stomach, his hand settled on her hip.
Something was bothering her, and she started to feel a claustrophobic panic squeezing at her chest.
Trying to relieve the feeling she took a deep breath and slowly released it through her mouth. Michael snuggled closer to her.
The cool air filled her lungs again, relaxing her, but as soon as she started to blow it past her lips, the panic was back.
Gently she turned Michael so he was lying flat on his back, he moaned in his sleep and tried to curl back around her, but she kept him where he was.
Gently resting her head against his chest, listening to his heart as he wrapped his arms around her.
The slow, steady beat, soothed her but she still couldn't sleep.
****The Mansion****
The images flashed through his head as he lay motionless on the cold table.
The attractive death dealer in the arms of the Vampire, Lycan hybrid.
The images enraged him and he growled deep in his throat.
That was not how things were meant to have gone.
The death dealer belonged to him.
***
AN. Oooooo. So I want you to either mail me, or say in your review what you think is going on.
I just want to know if I'm being too obvious.
A LIFE LESS ORDINARY
Chapter 3: No good; very bad day.
"She's back?" he growled angrily as he stormed into Luke's quarters.
"I thought I told you that she'd only betray us if she stayed here!"
"That's right Roderick, you did tell me that. But I don't believe that she will. She wouldn't do that to Michael."
Roderick laughed coldly. "You talk as though that thing has true feelings for him!"
"She does"
"No, she's playing a big joke on you and you're falling for it. You're almost as senseless as that Michael. He believes that empty shell really loves him doesn't he?"
"Can't you see it Roderick? It's obvious that they truly do love each other. Just look at them."
"I don't care to. A vampire should not be here, in our den. She'll get us all killed! And the blame will be singularly on you!"
With that, he left the room, slamming the door hard behind him.
The loud noise echoed through the whole den.
Selene was startled out of her dreams; into a sitting position on the bed. Her sensitive hearing turning the faint thud into a resounding smack. Almost as if their own door had been slammed with the same force.
"what's wrong baby?" Michaels voice was soft and still half asleep as he opened one eye to look at her. slowly he ran his hand along her spine as he turned to lye on his back.
She smiled at his sleepy expression
"Nothing, just a noise." She said quietly as she lay back down beside him, letting him snake his arms around her and hold her close.
But no matter how safe she felt in his arms, she couldn't shake the sickening feeling in the pit of her stomach.
Something was wrong. Something was very wrong.
****The Vampires Mansion****
His skin was so tight that the slightest movement seemed to tare it apart in new, uncomfortable wounds.
He lay as still as he possibly could, his cold blue eyes watching as the thick red liquid drained from the plastic sacks, down the tubes and into his body, giving him back the strength he needed for his recovery.
****The Den****
She could relax. Michael was sleeping soundly next to her, his right arm wrapped around her shoulders and his left resting gently across her stomach, his hand settled on her hip.
Something was bothering her, and she started to feel a claustrophobic panic squeezing at her chest.
Trying to relieve the feeling she took a deep breath and slowly released it through her mouth. Michael snuggled closer to her.
The cool air filled her lungs again, relaxing her, but as soon as she started to blow it past her lips, the panic was back.
Gently she turned Michael so he was lying flat on his back, he moaned in his sleep and tried to curl back around her, but she kept him where he was.
Gently resting her head against his chest, listening to his heart as he wrapped his arms around her.
The slow, steady beat, soothed her but she still couldn't sleep.
****The Mansion****
The images flashed through his head as he lay motionless on the cold table.
The attractive death dealer in the arms of the Vampire, Lycan hybrid.
The images enraged him and he growled deep in his throat.
That was not how things were meant to have gone.
The death dealer belonged to him.
***
AN. Oooooo. So I want you to either mail me, or say in your review what you think is going on.
I just want to know if I'm being too obvious.