Her father yelled for everyone to get down the stairs said that they needed to talk. She sighed deeply and walked back out and down the stairs.
Every single couples were hand in hand until they reached the living room. Everyone sat while Mira purposely tried to ignore Simon, who was staring intently at her.
Luckily, her hair covered her face and she paid attention to the wall while listening in to her father's words.
"Good, now everyone is here. Well, as you all know, Kit and his kids will be staying over at our house while we get used to each other and discuss about our plans about the Edison Group.
"Why? They're gone. We haven't heard from anything when we blasted their butts out of that building they were in." Tori said as she stood up.
Chloe flinched at the memory of her commanding one of her ghosts to kill. Derek, sensing a change in her, comforted her while she happily snuggled to him.
Mira averted her eyes to Kit.
"Yes, but there have been reports of children disappearing in Vancouver. So, we need to check up on that. But enough of that, we are here to discuss rooms." Kit said as he looked at everyone.
"Now, normally, I would have girls in one room and boys in the other, but seeing as almost all the boys are wolves and being as such, have to be with their mates, we decided to grant that all couples can get their rooms since I'm sure I can trust you that nothing will get out of hand." Kit said, raising an eyebrow.
Everyone cheered except for Mira and Simon.
"Now, Mr. Lance has 4 rooms exactly to spare, so you kids can go up and get your rooms."
"Yes!" Dave said as he and Mike ran up the stairs while everyone else followed.
"Um, Kit…" Mira said shyly. She was so embarrassed; she couldn't share a room with Simon. There had to be another room.
"Yes…"
"Um, I wanted to talk about the rooms…" she was blushing madly now and she hoped that Simon didn't come down but she hoped wrong since she didn't notice him hovering at the edge of the stairs.
"Sure, what is it?"
"Well, since, everyone else is sharing rooms and that leaves one room which is my room, um, I'm not actually dating." Why was this so damn hard? "So, I was wondering…"
"Where that leaves you and Simon?"
She breathed a sigh of relief. "Yes,"
"Hmm, well since I'm sleeping in the basement in one of the spare rooms, I can tell him to sleep with me, if that's okay."
"But I don't want him to feel like I'm kicking him out."
"You're not kicking me out," she jumped and turned around with her heart in her throat.
Simon was leaning on the rail, giving her his cocky smile that she was starting to like.
"Well, Simon, you mind sleeping in my room since Mira wants her room by herself."
"Naw, dad, I can sleep on the floor in her room if she doesn't mind."
Uh, yes she did mind. She wasn't used to having a guy in her room, at all and with him sleeping there was not going to help.
But she didn't want to make him feel bad either.
At least he didn't say he was going to rape her.
That was something wasn't it?
God, she was so confused.
"Mira?" Kit asked, looking at her blank face.
"Oh, um. No. It's okay, if Simon doesn't mind sleeping on the floor and having his back sore."
"Naw, Mira," She felt something weird as Simon said her name, "I'll be fine. I've been in places where I was forced to sleep on the floor so I'm sure this floor won't bother me."
"Did you want to tell your father?" Kit asked
"No, he won't care." She said, averting her eyes away from his face.
It's not like he cares if I sleep with a guy anyways.
She didn't notice the look on Kit's or Simon's face.
"Hmm, well, okay, then. Remember, if you need anything, you talk to me, okay."
"Yes," she choked out and made her way past Simon and up the stairs.
She didn't hear the conversation between Simon and his father as they talked about the way her father treated her.
She went into her room finally feeling safe and secured, with drawings all over the wall depicting her life story.
She didn't feel like changing so she went to brush her teeth and wash her face.
She heard a knock at her door and she went to open it.
It was Simon.
"Oh," she blushed again and opened the door, feeling very self-conscious. "Um, you can come in."
He gave her an easy going smile and stepped in with his suitcase.
"Where do I put this crap?"
"Um, well," she searched her room for a spot while scratching her head. "Hold on."
She walked over to her closet and opened it. She moved some boxes and shoes to one corner, making space for his suitcase.
"You can put it here, the bathroom over there so you can change." She said pointing to each thing.
"Thanks," he smiled at her, acting like what happened didn't happen. She couldn't help but stare at his full lips and unconsciously lick her own, remembering how good he tasted.
"I'll find you some blankets and stuff…" she left the room and went to another closet looking for blankets. She grabbed a whole rack of blankets that were soft and comfy so he wouldn't have to sleep so hard on the floor.
She turned and bumped into someone.
"Sorry," she said, looking to see her father.
He stared and walked off without another word. She sighed at his familiar shrugging her off and walked off to her room.
She walked in and felt like walking right out.
Simon was dressed in socks, shorts, and a wife beater that showed off a lot of muscles. She felt weak-kneed and tried to grab a hold of herself
Forget it, he's just a guy who going to sleep in your room for a week, sleeping like a god in those perfect muscles and skin tone.
She shook her head and cleared her throat.
He turned around and smiled.
"I got you your blankets." She said as she handed it over to him.
"Thanks," he said, grabbing the blankets and letting his hands linger on hers.
So soft, he thought.
She pulled away and went to her bed as Simon made his bed.
"Did you get me a pillow?"
Pillow? Shit, I forgot!
"Oh, um, I forgot. I'll just go get you one."
"Naw, just toss me one of yours unless you don't want to share."
She frowned at him and at his cocky smile.
She grabbed one of her pillows and tossed to him.
"Thanks,"
"Whatever,"
She got into bed as Simon sighed and settled into his own makeshift bed.
She turned off the lights and settled, trying to will herself to sleep. Trying her hardest, not to imagine that a boy, a really cute boy, was on her floor, at the foot of her bed, and was sleeping.
She tried to think of anything to get her mind off of him but it wasn't helping. Her thoughts drifted off to their kiss on the porch and everything that happened.
She felt herself warming up and turned in her bed, feeling so uncomfortable.
She waited and waited until she heard the soft snores.
She froze and waited until she could hear them more clearly.
She turned to see her clock.
It was 1 in the morning.
She was up for 3 hours.
She groaned and smashed her pillow on her face.
Why couldn't she sleep?
Everything was quiet and Simon's snores were cute and made her feel safe.
She didn't realize that she was purposely listening to his snores that were making her sleepy and soon she was relaxing, relaxing and zoning into a dream.
She was in a building, an empty building and she felt hurt and angry for some reason. She didn't know why, she just felt.
Then, she realized she was running away from someone yelling, 'wait, wait, Mira, wait'
She couldn't place the voice but it was familiar.
She didn't stop, she just ran, letting her feeling get the best of her until the scene changes.
She was in a gym, with blue bleachers and black railings, wooden floor with a griffin designed as the mascot right smack in the middle.
There was something off about this until dark clouds formed on top of the ceilings and lightning cracked,
She should run but they felt so familiar, so powerful.
She heard another voice.
"Nice to see you again, Samira."
She searched around but didn't see anyone, just clouds.
Then, a dark shadow was in front of her and stepped back.
"You shouldn't be afraid of me, Samira. It's me."
That voice was so familiar yet so wrong.
What was going on?
She tried waking up but couldn't.
Then, the shadow formed a body, a really strong muscular body. He was naked, completely naked except for a pair of jeans.
He was beautiful. His beautiful yellow cat like eyes, his toned skin and his abs, his perfect chiseled abs that moved gracefully as he did.
His long black luxurious hair framing his strong face.
She was allured to him and his voice was seductive.
He walked to her while she walked back until her back hit the wall.
He was so beautiful beyond comparison yet she felt it was wrong.
"Why do you leave, my love?"
"I'm not your love." She whispered as he got closer to her. She felt his chill wrap around her.
"Do you not remember me?"
She nodded.
"It is I, Loren?"
Loren, why was the name so familiar?
"Loren?" something was brewing in her mind.
"Yes, Loren the sorcerer, the one you loved and followed me until you killed the girl and those wolves came for you."
Girl, wolves, then it hit her.
He's the sorcerer, he's the one who forced me to kill Janice!
She wanted to scream, yell, and fight out of anger and pain and just plain anger.
"You-you…"
"Shh, my love, it is not your fault she is dead. It is her own." He caressed her cheek and she gasped at his cool touch.
This felt familiar and she wanted more.
Stop!
She shook her head and backed up on the wall more.
"Leave me alone!" she tried to muster up her anger but couldn't.
"You don't want me to, you want me. Pain brings you pleasure."
She felt something scratch her arms painfully but it gave her pleasure and she nearly moaned.
"Your soul wants pain but your body does not but your soul is stronger."
She watched his eyes fill with hunger and lust as he snapped her fingers.
She closed her eyes and opened it.
She felt different. She looked down and saw herself in a dress that was way too revealing. It was long and white but see-through and it pushed her breast up and hugged her curves and butt.
"You are remarkable."
She felt a sharp gusts of winds hit her body hard but realized she enjoyed it. He reached up and cupped her breast and squeezed painfully hard.
She gasped and moaned as his other hand roughly grabbed her hip.
"Soon," he whispered in her neck. "You and I will rule this world and we will be together again both in body and soul, you are mine and I am yours."
She tried to fight him off and push against him but he just continued.
"Stop, it hurts!" it did hurt, but she found it pleasurable. He bit her neck hard.
"No! I will have you on this cold floor and make you mine."
He tossed her on the ground and straddled her waist as he ripped her clothing while giving her pain.
"No! Stop! Please!" she was panicking now and wanted him to stop. She was a virgin and didn't want him to take it away from her.
"You are mine Samira and I will find you again!"
She yelled and yelled as he ripped her clothing and began to rape her.
"NO!" She yelled as she fought against whatever was holding her. "Stop!"
"Mira! Mira! It's me!" she heard a voice and thought she was dreaming and searched blindly while she was going in and out of her dream.
She made contact and heard him cuss.
"Shit, damn! Mira, wake up!"
She felt her arms being grabbed and pinned while she felt his body on top of hers.
She opened her eyes, breathing hard.
It was Simon.
"Simon?"
"Yes, it's me. Damn, what the heck happened? I heard you talk and I woke up to see if you were awake but you were sleeping, then you started to yell!"
She bit her lip and needed to know what he heard, "What did I say?"
"I don't know, just words like stop, no, it hurts."
She sighed. At least he didn't hear his name.
She shivered and felt the dream come back to her and could actually feel him touching her, hurting her.
She whimpered. "What's wrong?"
"Can you let me go?"
He looked at her for a moment longer then slowly let her go. She sat up and went to the bathroom.
She checked herself in the bathroom but didn't see any marks and reminded herself it was a nightmare and it was just a nightmare.
She was still intact.
She walked back out and saw Simon on her bed.
She slowly made her way over to him and sat by him
"Simon, it's okay. I'm okay. It's just a nightmare."
"Mira, you looked like you were in pain and really scared. You punched my jaw." He touched his jaw.
"Sorry, Simon, I was just freaked."
"Sure you don't want to talk about it?"
"No, I don't want to talk about Loren." She said.
"Who?"
"What?"
"Loren, who's Loren?" her face blanched as she realized her mistake.
"Just let it go okay, please?" tears fell from her eyes as she remembered how they met, how he tricked her and made her dark and forced her to kill her best friend.
Simon noticed and realized something was bothering her.
"Mira, please, tell me. I won't be able to help you if you don't tell me,"
"I don't need any help!" she said angrily. "No one can help me!"
"Mira, I can help you if you let me"
"You can't" She stood up, but he caught her hand before she could walk away again. She broke down as he felt her familiar warmth chasing away her cold and his painful touch.
He pulled her closer.
He pulled her down into his lap, cradling like her child, tucking her head under his chin, holding her securely.
"Shh," Simon rocked her, murmuring reassuring words. And she let him.
She didn't resist. Simon stroked her hair, running his hand down the length of it and onto her back as she told him about her nightmare in detail and who Loren was.
He held her tightly. She closed her eyes and leaned her cheek on his chest.
She told him everything about the sorcerer as Simon held and comforted her.