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Chapter 3 Drunken One Night Stand
"Since you will be staying at the Dumort with the coven and I, you'll need a room. I think this one should work just fine." I trailed behind Camille as she gave a tour of the hotel when all I could think about was getting out of here. Maybe go the alley or a house party, the sun wasn't up yet. Camille kept blabbing on about rules and regulations and other shit like that, but it was all static to my ears.
"Can I leave now?" I asked, impatience dripping from my voice. Camille turned to face me, her mouth still open as if she was surprise someone had the audacity to cut her off mid-speech. "You know, leave the hotel? This is boring, I'll learn as I go, that's my style." I gave stared her down with bored eyes as she struggled to gain her composure.
"Well that's not my style." She choked out, her green eyes wide. I waited with my hands in my pockets and my jeans sagging lower than usual, just to piss her off more. In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if she made me pull them up this place had so many fucking rules. "And I think it would be best if you stayed in for a month or two, just so you can get your bearings."
"I think that's a matter of opinion."
"You need to wait till the news of your disappearance and apparent death has cooled down. You wouldn't want anyone who knew you to spot you, especially your family." That was a low blow; I glared at her. I may be a junky but that didn't mean I didn't care about my family. I thought of my two younger brothers, just 12 and 10 years old, they'd end up in the foster care system now. But maybe that was best, as a human I could barely keep myself alive.
I walked along in silence after that. Biding my time I told myself, kind of like a snake, just waiting to find the right time to strike. Camille couldn't be that difficult. Sure she was an older vampire, she could fight, manipulate (including me), and she was pretty. Well, More than pretty, but even I knew going after that was pointless right now, and I swear, I will never take the chance to tap that if I ever got it. While lost in my thoughts, I didn't notice that Camille had stopped and I almost ran into her. Almost.
"Raphael, this is Lily." Camille waved her hand at an Asian looking vampire with jet back hair that had a multitude of colored highlights. I gazed at the chic with as little interest as possible; the Asian, Lily, was looking me over, sizing me up, whatever. I really couldn't care less.
"Hi," Her voice was high pitched and girlie like the few white girls that had been at my school who had always dressed in shirts to low, skirts to high, and waved their money around. I ignored her and looked to Camille, for once, and the only tine, depending on her to get me out of this.
"Lily, if you'll excuse us; I have a lot more to discuss with our newest member and I'd like to get it done by sunrise." Lily gave Camille a gracious look and passed me and Camille, walking by me a little too close to my liking.
"There's more?" I stated sarcastically.
"Of course." Her voice was cheery but the gleam in her eyes said she knew how much it pained me to follow her around like a dog on a leash.
As Lily opened her apartment door, Raphael was pulled back from the memory of his first meeting with Lily and into the even worse present of actually being near her.
"Raphael." Lily was not stupid enough to act like the flirty, girly-girl she had been when Raphael had meant her; she had learned quick enough that that was something Raphael did not like, so of course she had changed to be the person that Raphael would like. The only problem was that Raphael already realized how fake she really was.
"You have information for me." It was not a question but a demand. Raphael needed to get this over with as quickly as possible.
"Oh yes, or course, sire. Perhaps you would like to come in and sit down." Lily opened the door wide, her smile small and inviting while her eyes gleamed with a deeper goal in mind.
"I don't have much time to waste, I'm afraid." Raphael said; making sure his voice remained neutral. Lily frowned, but quickly regained her composer and took a fraction of a step forward. "The information," Raphael repeated.
Lily sighed, her eyes looking up at the ceiling and slowly her gaze lowered so she looked Raphael in the eyes as she spoke. "There's the smallest of chances that Camille has a contact in the coven. I don't know where, but I've heard rumors amongst the other vampires and it would make sense that she'd be keeping tabs on you. On everyone." Lily said; her arms crossed, she matched Raphael's glare with her own.
"That's all?" Raphael asked.
"So far." Lily replied while Raphael turned to leave, although he didn't even manage to take a step before she spoke again. "You know, you really are an ass, Raphael." That was the thing about Lily, she was the most preppy, fake person in the coven, but she was also the only person who had the guts to speak her mind to him. And for that, Raphael could respect her.
"Really? I hadn't noticed." Raphael said sarcastically as he rolled his eyes. Although Lily wasn't afraid to speak her mind to him, that didn't mean Raphael was going to listen. Again he turned to leave.
"Don't even think you can walk away from me right now." Lily's voice had lost its chirpiness and was starting to rise in volume. Raphael sighed and turned back towards her. Lily, who hadn't thought she would get his attention so easily, stared at him for a moment as she gathered her thoughts. "Do you really think you can ignore what happened the other night and think it means nothing?" Lily was being vague but Raphael instantly knew what she was talking about.
"Not this rant again," Raphael mumbled loud enough for Lily to hear, partially because it was true. Yes, he had heard this rant to many times for the average male, and not necessarily from Lily, but also because he knew it would annoy Lily. Raphael watched as Lily clenched and unclenched her hands twice before she managed to get her words out in a reasonable voice level. For even Lily, didn't need this event reaching other ears.
"Oh, you have no fucking right to complain. Hell, it's me who should be complaining; and to think I actually slept with you-"
"It's not like you've never been willing." Raphael interrupted; his temper spiking and Lily paused, her eyes looked hurt and Raphael would have felt sorry for her if what he had said happened to be untrue.
"Raphael, give me the bottle! Raphael!" The giggles that spluttered from her lips told me that she had probably had enough, although it wasn't like I was actually going to stop her. I was just as drunk as she was, minus the giggling.
"You have to say please," I stated, my own mind fogged over with the excessive amount of alcohol in my system. I might sober up quicker as a vampire but at least I could still get drunk, of course that had its side effects too.
"Pleeeeease, Raphael?" She reached over, grabbed at the bottle, but I was too quick for her; moving the bottle from one side to the other, I turned to Jacob.
"You got another right?" I asked, my words slipping and I could hear my accent breaking through. I had spent the past few years trying to get rid of it, but I guess I'll never truely lose it.
"Yeah," Jacob was eyeing Lily as she crawling up next to me on the left and reaching over me trying to get the bottle. I moved it farther away with my right arm while my left arm held Lily back, I probably shouldn't have been teasing her so much. I had learned quickly when I arrived at the Dumort that Lily was used to getting what she wants and if she didn't she would turn to Camille. But I doubted that she would remember tonight.
"Raphael!" Lily's voice was high pitched, but unlike the times I had talked to her before, her voice was the real Lily, not that stuck up bitch voice.
Reluctantly I handed her the bottle, but she didn't move away. She stayed cuddled up to me and I didn't mind it. Wrapping my hand around her waist as she tipped the bottle up to her lips and finished it off, she snuggle up even closer so that she was practically in my lap, her face a hairbreadths away from mine when she sat the bottle down somewhere behind her.
"Hey look: Dogs!" I turned away from Lily to glance at Elliot, and if he hadn't actually been right I would have thought he had taken ecstasy again. Sure enough though, I turned to look in the direction Elliot was facing and there were three of them headed straight for us.
I had learned enough in the past two decades to know that werewolves were not friends. They never would be. Now as three approached us, I stood to meet them and the others followed behind me.
"What the hell do you want?" I could barely remember saying the words; I was too busy focusing on my balance so I didn't look like some idiot. Although I'm sure I did considering Elliot was giggling like a middle school girl and Lily had her arms around me, trying to hold herself up. I think.
"You're on our turf." The one that spoke was tall. Like really, really tall. Basketball player sized. He couldn't have been much more than twenty and the other male looked about his age. The third was a short, curvy female her eyes narrowed at me, her curly hair waving in the breeze. I smiled at her; she growled.
"We're in a park." I heard Elliot clarify.
"A park in our turf," the big, bad werewolf remarked.
"And we're not causing any trouble, are we?" Jacob stepped in. He was the oldest vampire here, and probably the closest one to sober. Although as he stepped in front of me, I swear he wobbled.
"Don't matter, our pack leader and Camille have a deal; NYC has been divided up meticulously for a reason." The other male spoke up. Maybe I was wrong; he looked more like the leader here.
"Look, we don't want to pick a fight?" Jacob said. Ah, Jacob, always the level one. Of course, we probably would have gotten away just fine if I hadn't run my mouth.
"Who says we don't?" I looked at Jacob, and I'm sure he saw a strange, absurd light in my eyes. I took a step forward, removing Lily's arms from me and right into the werewolf's face. "We were here first, weren't we?" I turned to Elliot who nodded vigorously, his dread locks bouncing.
"Raphael." It was a command to stand down, but like I was ever going to listen to Jacob.
"I think you're just a desperate little pup who wants to prove himself to his master." I could feel my fangs slip out as spoke. I was a few inches shorter, but that certainly wasn't going to stop me."
"I think you need to watch your mouth." The girl stepped forward. She was a few years younger that the guys but she looked as tough as the girls from my neighborhood, which meant she could hold her own in a fight.
"Really, where would you like it, baby? The lips on your face or the lips in your pants?" I don't even remember who punched me after that. It didn't matter; the pain was so bad I figured all three had managed to hit me at once. Rubbing at my jaw, which I 'm pretty sure was broken; I stood up, staggered a bit, and tried to focus on the action in front of me.
Jacob had already managed to knock out one of the guys. Jacob was just too quick, he had beaten me plenty of times over the past who knows how many years that I swear, the person who beats Jacob I'll marry.
I didn't really bother thinking; I jumped into the fight with a thirst for vengeance for the fist to the jaw I had received. I grabbed the other guy, hit him square in the stomach and he buckled. Then the girl came at me and I could feel fangs. Werewolf fangs. That was a terrible truth about lycanthropy. They might not be able to change fully without moonlight, but they could certainly use their teeth and claws anytime they pleased.
I threw her off me, wincing from the bite, but I didn't go after her. I wasn't going to beat up a girl; I'm not that low, not yet. I turned back to the guy and barely dodged a blow to my throat. Then Elliot got his arm around the guy's neck, holding the guy.
"Give up?" The question came from Jacob, unlike me and the others Jacob looked like he was in control of himself. But the adrenaline was pounding through my veins, my fangs were still out and now I had an entirely different craving. Blood.
The guy looked sick, and Jacob motioned for Elliot to let him go, Elliot released and the guy collapsed to the ground. Pathetic.
"You know Elliot, maybe we should teach these guys not to mess with us? We wouldn't want a repeat event would we?" I eyed Elliot and Elliot glanced at me and then at the guy. I knew he could feel the guy's heart pounding and the blood racing through his veins.
"Raphael, don't." Jacob warned, but it was too late, Elliot and I had already grabbed the guy on either side. My eyes weren't on the guy as my fangs torn through his skin, letting the blood poor out of him, I was watching the little werewolf girl, her eyes wide with horror, tears leaving shiny trails down her cheeks as she screamed at me, she tried to rush us but the other guy caught her around the waist and held her back.
After that I don't remember much, that is until we got back to the hotel. That was the night I ended up in bed with Lily. Although I couldn't say I didn't enjoy the night, it was after that had made it so terrible. Lily liked to cling, I liked to part ways.
"Raphael!" Her voice pulled Raphael back to the present, and then he really could see the pain in her eyes. Raphael knew Lily was strong, but everyone had their breaking point.
"I'm sorry," I felt myself say, "it should have never have happened." Raphael walked away, I could get the info another time, there would always be a second chance with Lily, Raphael figured.
Oh and does anyone know the scene where the werewolves and vampires are fighting? It's mentioned in the the mortal instruments series but from another character's point of view.