Ugh. How can ice cream give me brain freeze when I don't have a brain?
Well I shouldn't complain, it was chocolate and it was yummy :)
And thank you to JStark'sGirl for my first review ever :D
Chapter Three
Stark
Stark didn't sleep well that night.
He tossed and turned dreaming about Zoey. Yeah, dreaming about Zoey should make him feel happy and peaceful but no, he was stuck with one of those I'm a shitty Warrior (did he still call himself that or was it Guardian?) and I can't protect Zoey properly.
In his dream Stark and Zoey's gang (including Aphrodite and Darius) were stood in front of the Vampyre Council. Kalona and Neferet were there and just as Stark thought he was dreaming of the past he realised Zoey wasn't there.
No sooner had he thought of that, Zoey appeared. She stepped out from behind Kalona and he opened his arms to her. Stark was thinking about how stupid that damn immortal must be to think that Zoey would still (yes, it hurt him to even think that, however he knew that there had been a connection between them) have feelings for him, when she stepped into his embrace.
Then even not having seen what Aphrodite must have saw, her whole vision played out in front of him. The Vamp Council burning and then a big field full of vamps, fledglings and humans burning too.
Then, Stark watched his own death. Along with Damien, Jack, the Twins, Aphrodite and Darius's death. Huh. Stark thought it was weird that he hadn't seen Stevie Rae within the chaos. He then woke up with a start remembering that it was Zoey who caused this by choosing Kalona.
Stark looked at the alarm clock near the bed and instantly became wide awake. They were to board the jet in two hours and he still wanted to know the whole story about Aphrodite's vision. He rolled on his side to look at Zoey. Stark almost instantly regretted it because of the pain it caused him but just as quickly as it had arrived the pain was gone. All because of the look on Zoey's face, she was smiling slightly and muttering incoherently.
Stark didn't want to wake her up from what was – probably – the most peaceful sleep she'd had in a long time. But, because of the time, he knew he had to.
"Zoey. Zoey, wake up," Stark coaxed her gently, "C'mon Zoey. We'll be leaving for the jet in two hours and I'm absolutely positive that you'll want a shower before we leave because you stink." He added the last sentence just for good measure.
Zoey
"... because you stink."
Stark's words woke me instantly from my sleep.
"I do not stink!" I scowled at him to see that he was laughing, hard. "What is so funny?"
"Your face! And I know you don't stink, I was just trying to get you to wake up 'cos the plane leaves in two hours."
"Oh. Oh, okay. Well I'm up and just to be sure because you've made me self conscious I am going to take a shower and no you may not wash my back." I was internally laughing at the disappointed look in his eyes, but there was no way on earth that I was gonna let him know that I secretly did want him to.
I was just applying the finishing touches to my makeup (no scary raccoon eyes for me) when Stark walked out of the adjoining bathroom towel drying his still wet hair.
"Geez Stark. Put some pants on. Now is not the time for you to be flaunting you muscles, as nice as they are." I hadn't realised that he'd only walked out with a towel wrapped around the lower part of his body.
"Ah, so you finally admit that you think I'm hot. I knew it. You just can't resist me can you?" Stark had a mischievous glint in his eyes and his infamous grin on his lips.
"Look, if I admit that you're hot will you please put some clothes on?"
"Yeah, I suppose."
"Fine. You're hot, extremely hot. Now go and get dressed. Please? And hurry up about it; we don't want to be late boarding." I reluctantly admitted.
"Sure, we want to prove that those dim witted vamps don't know everything." Stark agreed.
"Huh?"
"They didn't think that I'd be able to do it, help bring you back I mean. They kept saying that it was impossible 'cos you weren't even a proper High Priestess and that you hadn't gone through the Change and that I was too young of a Warrior to know what I was doing. Luckily Aphrodite was there and was able to shut them up. Not very politely might I add." Stark said.
I lisented to what he said and decided that I'd correct him, "Guardian."
"What?"
"You're my Guardian not Warrior."
I started to think about our time together in the Otherworld. How he was there for me after Heath and I said our final goodbyes. How he fought against Kalona defending my honor. How he had died by Kalona's hands. How Nyx had helped bring him back to life with the forced help from Kalona too. And how my blood had helped him heal from his injuries.
I was remembering how good it felt having him drink from me and watching as his strength and my tattoo's return to us.
By the look on Stark's face his mind had wandered back to the blood drinking memory too. Feeling my gaze on him he turned his head and looked me in the eye and winked at me, and ever so slightly licked his lips. I swear I turned beet red while he just sauntered back into the bathroom to get dressed chuckling to himself.
I know the chapters are absolute poo and are really short. But I promise that they will get better and longer. It's just that I couldn't be bothered to make the first three chapters into one. It took up too much of my time. Well it didn't, as I said before – I couldn't be bothered. And I'm lazy.