Hope you liked the first two chapters…I did :D. Every time I start a new story, I fall in love with the main guy…guess that's the point of him, anyway. Not to mention I always model them after my idea of a perfect boy. Ahhahaha…yeah. Moving right along…
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I stepped down lightly on the break and pulled the keys out of the ignition. The purr of the car's engine faded away into black silence as I sat there, as still as a marble statue. The day's events played out like a horror movie in my mind's eye.
It was as if Ryan was my own personal demon, sent to torture me and test my endurance to its limit. There was no way I could return to school without going after Mr. Delamere with tooth and nail. I just knew it was impossible. Yet, how could I let Cici down? For 12 years, we'd supported each other through 'withdrawal', and finally she'd mastered her thirst enough for us to start school again. Now, with one boy, I could ruin Cici's happy ending. I grimaced at how it sounded on the surface – so shallow.
A flash of yellow light alerted me to a second car pulling up next to me. It's engine guttered to a stop, the headlights flaring once, illuminating the lake shore in front of us, and then dying. I swallowed a huge breath, taking in the scents. I couldn't pick up anything from outside my own car.
A rap on the window made me jump. I turned to stare in disbelief at whatever strange human being dared to approach me. For a moment I toyed with the idea of dashing out of the car and slaking my thirst – here, where no one could see, where only I would know. But the pale golden curls and delicate angel's features dissolved my fantasy in a second.
I inserted the key's into the ignition once again and rolled down the window a couple of inches.
"Cicilia?" I queried, surprised and a little perturbed.
"Are you okay?" she asked, concern layering her musical voice. I blinked, then lowered the window the rest of the way. She leaned into the car, her elbows propped on the door.
"No, not really," I replied sardonically, resting my head on the back of the seat and glaring at her out of the corner of my eye.
"What happened? Your anxiety spiked…at first I thought he was a vampire or something. Why him, all of a sudden? I though you'd…gotten past that." Cici muttered into her hands, not meeting my pitch-dark gaze.
For a moment it was completely silent, then I shifted and the leather beneath me rustled. "I don't know," I admitted, disgusted at the raw fear in my voice. I swallowed, getting a hold of myself. Cici noticed it too, and flinched. She'd probably never heard to so much emotion in my voice – I could imagine the effect it would have on such an optimistic soul. "I've just never…met anyone like him." I knew that she understood the double meaning of my words. I'd never smelled anything as delicious as that boy either.
"Can you…? I mean, are you going back to school? Soon?" she added desperately.
I was quiet for a very, very long time. I was picturing my future – our future. The decision wasn't really a conscious one, but it came out of my years of struggle and violence, and formed slowly on the tip of my tongue.
"Yes," I whispered. "I'll go back."
I don't know what made me say it, but those three words changed my life for ever.
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