Part 7
So far Ara had managed to avoid running into Malachite. She didn't know how she would react if she had to come face to face with him. Being in the same house was hard enough, only a reminder of what he had done.
She'd turned her music off, not wanting to face the wrath of the other housemates. She was going to have to face them at some point. That, she could handle. Malachite, she couldn't.
She was starting to get a little hungry, she'd have to feed before the sun was up. She'd always found hunting at night much easier. She wasn't bold enough to go for it during the day. The problem with /feeding/ was it was nothing more than a nasty reminder of what Malachite had turned her into. It wasn't like she had ever asked him to change her. Arrogant bastard had thought he could get away with anything.
There was a brief knock on the door. Ara froze. Then breathed a sigh of relief as Sivan came in, hugging her tightly.
"What are you /doing/ here?" he asked.
Ara shrugged. "I'm tired of running and trying to hide and being caught. It seemed like the sensible option," she answered. Her head tilted to one side as she studied him. Still as gorgeous as ever with his All American good guy blond hair blue eyes attractiveness. "What about you?"
"Pot luck," he answered, smiling lopsidedly. "I never knew /he'd/ be here. The excuse is Yanna, the soulmate."
Ara made a face. Poor Yanna. And she had seemed so nice too. Sweet and innocent and probably far too naive to believe anything anyone told her about who Malachite really was. "Does she know anything?"
Sivan shrugged. "I'm not sure. I don't believe it for a second."
Well at least if it came down to it there would be someone on her side. "And we're supposed to let him just /walk/ around like everything's okay?" Ara shook her head in disgust.
Sivan frowned, eyeing her suspiciously. "What are you going to do about it?"
Ara sighed. "That's the problem, " she answered. "I want him to pay for what he did, but how?"
Sivan smiled faintly as he headed for the door. "The soulmate is always a good place to start."
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So far Ara had managed to avoid running into Malachite. She didn't know how she would react if she had to come face to face with him. Being in the same house was hard enough, only a reminder of what he had done.
She'd turned her music off, not wanting to face the wrath of the other housemates. She was going to have to face them at some point. That, she could handle. Malachite, she couldn't.
She was starting to get a little hungry, she'd have to feed before the sun was up. She'd always found hunting at night much easier. She wasn't bold enough to go for it during the day. The problem with /feeding/ was it was nothing more than a nasty reminder of what Malachite had turned her into. It wasn't like she had ever asked him to change her. Arrogant bastard had thought he could get away with anything.
There was a brief knock on the door. Ara froze. Then breathed a sigh of relief as Sivan came in, hugging her tightly.
"What are you /doing/ here?" he asked.
Ara shrugged. "I'm tired of running and trying to hide and being caught. It seemed like the sensible option," she answered. Her head tilted to one side as she studied him. Still as gorgeous as ever with his All American good guy blond hair blue eyes attractiveness. "What about you?"
"Pot luck," he answered, smiling lopsidedly. "I never knew /he'd/ be here. The excuse is Yanna, the soulmate."
Ara made a face. Poor Yanna. And she had seemed so nice too. Sweet and innocent and probably far too naive to believe anything anyone told her about who Malachite really was. "Does she know anything?"
Sivan shrugged. "I'm not sure. I don't believe it for a second."
Well at least if it came down to it there would be someone on her side. "And we're supposed to let him just /walk/ around like everything's okay?" Ara shook her head in disgust.
Sivan frowned, eyeing her suspiciously. "What are you going to do about it?"
Ara sighed. "That's the problem, " she answered. "I want him to pay for what he did, but how?"
Sivan smiled faintly as he headed for the door. "The soulmate is always a good place to start."
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