I Don't Want to Love Him, but I Just Do…
Chapter Three
You've got to be Kidding Me…
Lyn still couldn't understand why Jandro got so angry with her. She really didn't do anything, except prevent him from getting into any major trouble. He could've easily killed Freddie just with a little scratch. A werewolf's scratch infects the skin of a vampire. An infection that has no cure; not even a witch or wizard has come up with an antidote for this infection. The vampire suffers from extreme pain, and the infection grows until it hits the vampire's frozen heart, killing the vampire. This would sentence Jandro life in prison. Lyn wasn't going to let him ruin his life like that.
When Lyn went to go speak with him, she had found him on the other side of the school in the gym. He was shooting hoops on the extreme level. The hoop was a yard away from the roof. She ran her vampire speed up to where he was, grabbed a basketball and shot it at the hoop, hitting only the net of the basket. Lyn saw that had made Jandro smile a bit.
"Still find amusement in other people's failures?" Lyn laughed. She sighed and just wanted to get to the point. "What's going on, Jandro?"
Jandro shrugged, jumped a little off the floor, and aimed another ball at the hoop. "I was pissed off." The ball swished through the basket.
"At me…?"
Jandro held the other basketball he grabbed in his hands and exhaled deeply, looking down to the ground. "Not really. I was pissed off at Freddie. You were just the only other vampire I could put my anger out on. I'm sorry for that, but you also held me back from killing Freddie."
"What was that going to solve?" Lyn threw her hands up in the air in frustration. "Okay, so what if you did kill Freddie? You'd be in prison! Is killing him worth giving up your entire life?
"Plus, you can't do that. You can't just put all your anger out on me!" she stood right in front him, making sure he was looking at her straight in the eyes. "You know I'm not like them," she swung her hand towards the gym doors, pointing at it, indicating that she meant Sebastian, Freddie, and the rest of them.
"I said I was sorry," Jandro looked up at the basket, avoiding eye contact with her, "what more do you want from me?"
"I want you to know that I'd never betray you or hurt you in any way. You're like a brother to me," she punched his shoulder playfully, smiling. She placed her hand on his shoulder, again, ignoring the lava temperature of his skin burning her hand.
"If I'm like a brother to you, then, why do you defend them?"
"I don't defend them, Jandro, and you know that," said Lyn. "I defend you."
Jandro was still not convinced.
A great idea popped into Lyn's head. "You know what? I do need to go shopping for an outfit. I don't want to look bad for my fiancée," she giggled,
"I could invite Cole and Alberto. We could all go to the mall," she grinned.
Jandro raised an eyebrow, uncertain about that idea. "The mall? I'd go but not to go dress shopping," he chuckled.
"Well, I'll bring Cat and the witches to come with me to go dress shopping. You and the other werewolves can go buy teeth- whitening products," Lyn giggled.
He shook his head, laughing. "Fine. Tomorrow?"
"Tomorrow it is," she grabbed another basketball and finally made this shot. She smiled, proud of herself. "So, you're not mad anymore?"
Jandro shook his head. "Nah, I can't stay mad at you," he grinned.
"Good," she smiled and sprinted out of the gym.
The next day, Lyn told all of her friends to meet her at the mall. The mall had everything a vampire, werewolf, and witch and wizard needed. There was clothing stores (of course). Witch stores where vampires could buy their sun- protecting jewelry from. Stores where witches and wizards could buy their supplies to make potions, and where they could buy a load of spell books. For werewolves, there were stores to whiten their teeth, places to declaw themselves, hair parlors to decorate their fur, etc.
Once they all got there, Jandro and the werewolf brothers went straight to the barber. They never seem to like their hair to grow long. Lyn thought to herself, amused. Lyn, Catheryn, and the three witches decided to enter Mystic Crypt first –a dress store completely filled with gorgeous gowns.
As they entered the store, the first dress that caught Lyn's eyes was this beautiful long, red dress. She was always very fast with choosing her clothing. The top part was cut into a v- shape, surrounded by silver, jeweled lace, flowing down to the floor, with a slit that allowed one leg to show. Lyn thought the dress was absolutely gorgeous.
"Oh, my God, look at this dress," she ambled over to the dress and quickly looked through the sizes, looking for her size. Her smile dropped to a frown. "The biggest size they have is a five; I'm an eight…"
"I'm sure they have your size in the back," Catheryn looked through the dresses again, making sure Lyn hadn't missed a size. "I'll go ask," she walked over to the cashier.
"How may I help you?" the cashier smiled, exposing her sharp canine teeth. Catheryn frowned once she noticed this. Things weren't going to end so well. "Finding everything all right?"
"No, um, the biggest size you have for that dress is a five. Do you have an eight in the back for my friend?" Catheryn pointed toward Lyn and the dress with her thumb.
The cashier shook her head, knowing instantly that Lyn and Catheryn were vampires. She noticed how tan yet pale Catheryn's skin was, smelling her putrid odor from miles away. "I'm sorry; we have a strict rule about selling our items to vampires. We do have a sign in the front," she folded her arms.
Catheryn furrowed her eyebrows and looked at the sign in front of the store. She frowned, already getting exasperated. "Since when? We've been coming here for the past two years. They've always sold to us."
"New manager," the cashier shrugged, not really caring one bit.
"Let me speak to the owner, then!"
The cashier pointed to her name tag with a smug grin. Her name tag read "Sally" and underneath it was another tag that read "Store Manager."
"This is bull!" Catheryn slammed her fist onto the table, denting it on the corner. "What do you have against vampires, lady?"
"First of all, you'll be paying to get that dent repaired, leech," Sally was angry at this point, "second of all, vampires have changed my life way too many times. Vampires killed some of my family members. Most importantly, they killed my brother just because he was out on the street alone," she tried to keep from tearing up. Speaking about her brother always made her emotional. "Why do you care? You two are them."
"Hold on a minute, Sally," Lyn stomped up to her with attitude, "werewolves have killed some of my family as well. Do you see me hating them? No. Not all werewolves or vampires are evil like that. I don't believe in vampire and werewolf rivalry," she stated. "Do you even know who I am?" she squinted her eyes.
"Princess Lyn," Sally answered, bowing a bit just to show her respect. "I know who you are. With all due respect, princess, that is the way my family and I have thought throughout all of our family history. By law, we have the right to think whatever we want; you should know that. You're a vampire; we have a rule that states that we won't sell to vampires. You aren't about to change my opinion about you bloodsuckers," she demanded, sincere.
Lyn wasn't going to argue with Sally anymore. Everyone in Transylvania was entitled to their own opinion. There was nothing she could do about Sally's opinion. She exhaled deeply, frustrated. She looked at the dress, really wanting it. She didn't want to leave the store without the dress. She just didn't know how she was going to buy it.
"Do you have any other sizes in the back?" queried Ali. "Do you sell to witches?"
Sally nodded her head. "We sell to everyone besides vampires. I'll go check in the back," she came from behind the cashier table and grabbed the dress out of Lyn's hands, going through this flapping door that lead to the back of the store.
Lyn looked through her purse and counted the money that she needed to buy the dress. "Thanks, A," she handed the money over to Ali. "This is so stupid. What do people have against vampires? I get it, we used to kill werewolves, but werewolves used to kill vampires, too. Plus, you hardly see anymore killings."
"Don't forget they used to kill witches and wizards, too," added Demi.
"Not helping!" Lyn couldn't help but laugh.
"I know, I just felt like I should add that," she laughed, too.
"Vampires are the royal family, though," said Liv. "We should at least appreciate them. Witches and wizards did use to be slaves to vampires. The Scar family changed that," she smiled at Lyn.
"Let's not forget that they also changed the slaughtering of vampires and werewolves against each other," Ali further added, placing a hand on her hip.
"Thank you!" Lyn grinned at them. "That's exactly what I'm saying!"
Sally came back with three of the same red dresses. "Okay," she looked through the tags, "I have a size six, ten, and an eight."
"Give me the eight," Ali gave the money that Lyn gave her just a few minutes ago to Sally. Sally put the dress in a plastic bag and passed it back to Ali.
"Have a nice afternoon," Sally faked a smile.
"I'm sorry about your brother, Sally," Lyn said, truly feeling sorry about what happened to her, "but good luck getting any more customers. Who's going to come to this store after how you treated the princess of Transylvania?" she shook her head disapprovingly and left the store with her friends. "People like that need to get over this rivalry. The werewolf versus vampire drama ended hundreds of years ago."
"You have realized that Jandro is still like that, right?…" whispered Demi. "Wasn't he brought up that way, though? Just like Sally?"
Liv nodded her head. "Let's just say that if his folks found out that he hangs out with you, Lyn; he'd be shunned forever by his family."
Lyn knew that. She hated that she couldn't even meet his parents because of this forever enemy thing. She's known him since she could remember, and she's never spoken or seen his parents. This country needs a huge turn around… Lyn confirmed in her head.
Lyn looked at herself in the mirror that was in her room. She sat in front of the mirror on a chair that she stole from the living room. She wore the red dress she bought at Mystic Crypt. She decided to leave on the necklace with the ruby that protected her from the sun on, with the matching earrings. She had silver heels that had little jewels hanging down from the strap to compliment her ankles. Her dark brown hair was up in a bun with little curly locks of hair hanging down from the bun and from the side of her head. She neatly put on liquid eyeliner on the top of her eyelid, and regular crayon eyeliner on the bottom lid, encircling her dark brown, almost black eyes. She also put on a small amount of silver eye shadow to help the eyeliner pop out more. Finally, she brushed some red blush on her cheeks and drew red lipstick on her lips.
She sighed at her reflection, trying to stop the butterflies from swarming around in her stomach. This is it. I'm going to meet my fiancée. She managed a nervous smile. He's waiting for me downstairs.
Lyn stood up from her chair, pushing down her dress, the wrinkles from sitting for that long period of time, disappearing. Then, she started to descend down the stairs, holding onto the railing, afraid that her numb legs wouldn't be able to support her. As she stepped down closer to the dining room, she caught a flash of shadowy black hair. She caught her breath.
Lyn stared at him straight in his blue- green eyes. She was shocked, her jaw dropping, internally hoping that this was just a terrible nightmare. She slipped on the last step, but quickly caught herself before she fell.
Her expression suddenly turned from being in shock to extreme irritation and disbelief.
"Sebastian? !"
A/N: A lot of you were right! It was Sebastian! I'm so sorry I updated a little later than expected; my Internet was down. :/ I hope you all enjoyed this chapter! Thank you all who favorite, follow, and review this story; it means the world to me! Till next Wednesday, my fans! :D
~MythologyCrazed15