Chapter 4

Marcel and Lexi sat for several hours talking and laughing. Lexi almost missed the sunrise. She only noticed because Marcel knocked over a glass and she laughed so hard she almost fell over. She felt drunk on blood when she finally stood. As she opened the door to leave she saw a tall blonde boy walk out the exit. Lexi froze then turned to Marcel.

"Was that Quinn?" Marcel turned quickly. They then both burst for the door. Lex reached the door first and stumbled out onto the street. She heard the engine of a motorbike start in the car park around the corner. Lexi turned to see Marcel behind her. "Have you still got your bike?" Marcel nodded. "Keys." Marcel rummaged in his pockets and pulled out a set of rusty keys then threw them to her. "I'll be fast," she said while running towards the bike shed. She swung the gate open and ran straight to the old motorbike. She slid on and started it up. She roared out of the shed at full speed as she passed Marcel he yelled to her.

"Just make sure it stays in one piece this time." Lexi turned the corner just in time to see the light of another bike turn a corner. She sped up and turned the corner. She followed the bike for miles until it finally came to a stop. She managed to hide between two buildings as she died the engine. She sat back silently as the other rider dismounted and headed into a large abandoned warehouse. Lexi looked it over and saw no sudden danger. She decided to wait to see what happened.

Two hours later the rider returned to their bike. Lexi waited to see if anyone else came out. After a while no one did so Lexi stepped out of the shadows.

"Elexis Boutelle back from the dead," the rider said without lifting their head. Lexi suddenly recognised the voice.

"Now Quinny let's not use nasty names. We wouldn't want you getting beaten up again. Especially by a girl." Lexi smiled and ran over to her cousin. He grabbed her and held her tight.

"Hey Lex, what are you doing here?"

"Just in the neighbourhood." Quinn raised his eyebrows in surprise. "Fine I was visiting Marcel."

"I knew I recognised that rusty piece of tin."

"To be fair that was our fault last time."

"Yeah that's the last time we go racing through a wood that's on fire." Lexi smiled and hit his arm.

"So what are you doing here?" Quinn bit his lip.

"Don't say it." Lexi said sternly.

"Look I know you hate it, I do too-"

"I said don't." Lex said. She felt tears forming in her eyes. "It's bad enough that I don't get to see you, but the fact that dad's taking it out on me. I just-"Quinn moved to put his hand on her cheek. She dodged it. "It's bad enough we hugged. I mean now I've got to burn these clothes, and these were my favourite boots." Quinn laughed silently.

"You know you could always-"

"No. Not without tearing every human's head off." Quinn nodded. Lexi wiped her face. "God if dad could see us now. What would he think?"

"He'd think you were going soft miss, Boutelle."

"Me? I'm the one who killed five thousand men in one go during the war." Quinn stirred.

"I'd better go. Rashel-"

"I know." Lexi stood back and watched him go. She then quickly went back to her own vehicle and rode back to the club where Marcel was still stood outside. She didn't say anything to him. She just handed him the bike with the keys and she headed for her home.