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Chapter twenty-nine! ~
A wide, creepy grin stretched across the psychotic blonde's face. "So, you remember me…" He mused, a playful, (or crazy – it was hard to say) glint appeared in one of his sea-green eyes. I wanted to point out that it had only really been a week since I last saw him, but I wasn't entirely sure if I could have a normal conversation with this boy anymore. I didn't know how bad his mental state was. And judging by his crazed features, it wasn't good.
He looked different. His shaggy-blonde hair was a mess – it looked as if he hadn't brushed it or paid any attention to it. I peered closely at his lower face, and noticed a bit of blonde stubble there. He really hadn't been looking after himself. His eyes were alight with madness and excitement, even though there were deep, black bags underlining his bottom lids.
Aaron was wearing a simple white button-down shirt, with the sleeves rolled up halfway, black pants, and a pair of black shoes. If he didn't have the maniacal look on his face, I would have deemed him as somewhat normal.
His lips were pulled up in a feral grin as he watched me examine him.
"Like what you see, honey?" Aaron asked, stalking over to sit beside me on the bed. I tensed considerably, and shifted away from him. His grin was instantly pulled down into an ugly frown. I gulped nervously, and looked away from his intense gaze.
"Look at me," Aaron snarled, leaning forward to grab my face, but I just scooted more away from him.
"Aaron, you shouldn't be here," I muttered lowly, adding, "What happened to the outgoing chef I knew…?"
Aaron, choosing to ignore that comment, snapped his arms around my waist suddenly. I let out a strangled yelp as he pulled me rather abruptly into his warm lap. Oh my god. This is bad. I tried to wriggle free, but his embrace was locked. He leaned down to trace his nose up the side of my neck, letting out a deep groan as he did.
"What happened to all that love you gave me?" He murmured breathlessly against my neck. His hands tangled in my hair.
"What do you mean?" I asked him shakily, my stomach dropping. "I never gave you any love, Aaron. As a friend, maybe –"
"No," Aaron chuckled, a high pitched, wheezing one. I shuddered. "Surely you haven't forgotten, all the times we spent under the moon, watching the stars? Or the times we kissed, and made love? You haven't forgotten your undying love for me?"
"Aaron, what the fuck are you –" I cut myself off suddenly. He couldn't of really – had Aaron convinced himself that all of that actually happened? I felt a pang of pity for the boy. He was beyond my help. He'd really lost it – his mental state was all fucked up. I gritted my teeth in anger. If only his mate hadn't died. If only his mate hadn't been stupid enough to get herself killed! Then he would never have become like this!
Aaron buried his face into my hair, sighing in contentment, his arms wrapped around my waist like steel. "I – I missed you so much, Rosalie," He whispered brokenly. "But we're together now. I've got you in my arms again. I hope that nasty bloodsucker didn't mess your mind up too much. Don't worry, my love, I'll have my men take him out. He won't bother you ever again –"
I swivelled round in his lap, and caught his face in my hands. I stared desperately into his sea-green eyes, searching relentlessly for the Aaron I once knew. That flirty, sweet, funny boy I'd come to call as my close friend. But no. His eyes were different. He didn't see the world around him anymore. No – all he saw was me. All he could think about was me. His whole life revolved around me.
Suddenly, a fresh wave of anger swept over me. "Don't you dare hurt Godric," I hissed, snatching my hands from his face. I jumped off his lap just as an angry scowl formed on his tanned face. Aaron stood up, and I backed away. I wanted to be as far away as possible from this deluded boy. The triplets had been right – he wasn't normal. I couldn't fix him. His mate dying had permanently scarred him. There was nothing I could do for him at the moment – my best interest was to get the hell away from Aaron Hunter.
I glanced at the door, deciding to make a dash for it. Before I could will my legs to move, though, Aaron let out a throaty chuckle. "Don't even try it," He chortled darkly, "There are werewolves posted outside this door right now. And even if you did manage to get away, my love – which I highly doubt – there are more of those dogs patrolling Mr Matthew's house." I followed Aaron's subtle glance at a very unconscious Luke Matthew.
I bristled in frustration, gritting my teeth. I took another step back, only to have Aaron swagger towards me. My eyes darted around frantically for an escape exit – anything, absolutely anything, which would get me away from him. I couldn't stand to see that hungry look in his crazed eyes. I noticed with a hint of disgust how he licked his lips as he moved closer towards me.
My frantic searching paid off. My eyes landed on the window, which, fortunately, was open slightly. It was just big enough for me to fit through. If I jump through there, then -
Ah. Of course – Aaron had mentioned the wolves patrolling the perimeter. Suddenly, an idea lit up in my brain. I could teleport away! A smile grew on my face, much to Aaron's bewilderment. Uncle Adorellan had been right – once an elf learned something, they never forgot it. I hadn't forgotten how to teleport. I looked down at my hands, the grin still prominent on my face.
Yes – I could do this. It was all so clear. I felt a strong energy broiling up inside me, begging to be released. All I had to do was let it go, and I could magic myself away. My grin widened, noticing a slight electrified purple energy spark from my fingertips. I felt strong.
Aaron's let out a short, sharp whistle. "So you do have a power of sorts," He said in disbelief. "The king was right…" He muttered the last part to himself, but I heard every word. The king was right? What king?
"Aaron," I said, trying to distract him as I edged towards the window, "Where have you been? And how the hell have you got a bunch of werewolves under your command?"
Aaron chuckled. "Why should I answer any of your questions, my love?" He asked lowly, watching me like a hawk watches its prey. He smirked, enjoying watching me squirm under his intense gaze.
"Because," I said with more bravado than I really felt, "I'll answer some of your questions." I noticed, with a hint of satisfaction, that I'd hit his soft spot. If Aaron was one thing, it was ridiculously curious. Perhaps I'd get more out of this distraction that I first bargained for. Not only could I edge closer to the window, but I could also gain some information.
"Alright," He sighed reluctantly. "I suppose that's fair." Aaron took a seat on Luke's bed, and patted a spot beside him for me to sit. I raised my eyebrows as if to say, really? Aaron shrugged, grinning. "It was worth a shot, Rose."
I felt a pang, because for a moment there, he'd acted exactly as he did when I first met him. Carefree and happy. But I knew now that that had all been a cover-up. I chased away those depressing thoughts, concentrating on the task at hand.
I crossed my arms. "Well? How did you end up with a bunch of werewolves wrapped around you finger?"
Aaron sighed. "You know how there are vampire sheriffs in every area?" He asked, and I nodded. Godric had once been the vampire sheriff of Area nine – so I was pretty knowledgeable on things like that. I wondered briefly for a moment who the new sheriff of Dallas was.
It was most likely one of Godric's underlings – definitely not Stan Baker. Even if he wasn't dead, I don't think Godric would have chosen him. He was terrible at controlling his bloodlust. It was more likely Isabel Beaumont. At least, I hoped it was her. She'd be excellent at the job. I wondered how she was doing with Hugo? Probably not good. The grumpy git had betrayed them to the Fellowship, after all.
Aaron continued, snapping me out my inner thoughts. "…Well, there are vampire Kings and Queens, too," He explained. I nodded slowly. I knew that, too. It wasn't hard to forget the maenad incident, and the fact that Bill had had to get help from the vampire Queen of Louisiana. But, vampire Kings? It seemed obvious, due to the fact that there were Queens, but it hadn't really crossed my mind.
"Okay. So there are vampire Kings and Queens. Where are you going with this?" I asked impatiently, already itching to get back into Godric's embrace. Aaron smirked.
"Let's just say I got a little…help from a vampire King," He explained. "The vampire King of Mississippi, to be exact. He lent me his werewolves for the time being, so I could carry out a few tasks for him. You see, if he gets what he wants, then I get what I want."
Vampire king of Mississippi? Wasn't that were Bill had been dragged to? "What does this vampire King want?" I asked, but Aaron tutted in disapproval.
"A question for a question, my dear," Aaron said, grinning. I scowled, but let him continue. "What, pray tell, are you?"
I felt my insides freeze. I hadn't expected him to ask me that. I gulped nervously, a bead of sweat trickling down my temple. "I – I'm a girl?" I answered feebly. Aaron raised an eyebrow, and tapped his foot.
"Now, now, dear. No lying, and no skirting around the question," He reprimanded like I was six, not sixteen. "Although I can tell that you are most definitely a girl." He looked me up and down, and I had to stifle a gag at the sudden tent in his pants. Fucking men.
He hummed in approval. "You do look stunning tonight, my love," He breathed happily. "But, I would like it if you answered my question."
I bit my lip, wondering how on earth I could avoid this question. I considered jumping out the window and teleporting away, or blasting Aaron away with some magic. But then I'd never get the information I wanted. I needed to know. I had a feeling that it would have something to do on the whereabouts of my sister and her boyfriend.
I sighed. "Fine, I – I'll tell you," I said bitterly. "But you have to promise not to breathe a word to anyone. If you do, it won't be me who'll be seeking revenge." I shuddered internally, thinking of my elf brother. When he was angry, he was fucking angry.
Aaron merely raised an eyebrow, and shrugged a shoulder. "I promise, Rosalie," He said sincerely. I searched his face for any signs of lying. He looked truthful enough – but I knew I could never truly trust him. Even if he did tell – he probably wouldn't live to see the sunrise, nor would the person he told. Ellisar looked pretty serious when he told me I couldn't tell anyone of my heritage.
I took a deep breath. "Okay, well, you know of two supernatural beings. Werewolves and vampires. I'm a – well, I am…" I bit my lip, and Aaron leaned forward in anticipation. I swallowed. "I'm an elf."
His reaction wasn't one I had expected. Aaron burst out into hysterical laughter. I watched in disbelief as he rolled about on the bed, clutching his stomach, and howling in laughter. "That – that's – too f-funny," He wheezed out between laughs. "An elf. Hahaha!"
I frowned. He thought I was kidding? After a while, he stopped laughing. When he looked at me again, and saw that I was deadly serious, his jaw dropped open. "Whoa, wait, Rosalie," Aaron said, holding up his hands. "You were being bloody serious?" I nodded, rolling my eyes.
"Yes," I replied nonchalantly. I wasn't going to expand on that topic. I'd told him enough. "And you can't tell anyone. I don't trust you at all, actually. But I need to know some things that you know."
Aaron shook his head, grinning. "My girl's an elf. Well, I can't say I expected that." I glared at him.
"I am most certainly not your girl," I hissed.
"Of course you are," Aaron laughed, as though it was obvious. "We love each other." I groaned out loud. Not this again. I decided to avoid that by asking another question.
"What does the vampire King want?" I asked my earlier question. Aaron pursed his lips.
"He wanted a vampire named Bill," He answered simply, and I felt my stomach drop. Bill? Of course! It all made sense! The werewolves had kidnapped Bill – because they were working under the King of Mississippi, who happened to want him for some reason. It all added up. Now that I knew were Bill was – sort of – I just needed to find out what had happened to Sookie.
"Where is my sister?" I asked him. "Has the King taken her, too?" I demanded. Aaron looked at me curiously.
"Your sister? Now why would –" He stopped himself, as realisation seemed to light up his eyes. "Ohh. Now it makes sense. That's why that annoying woman was asking me to leave you alone…"
"What?" I spluttered. "What are you talking about?!" I stormed up angrily to him, raising my fist. "WHERE HAVE YOU TAKEN MY SISTER?! What have you done with her?!"
Aaron watched my cool resolve crumble away into the wind. He grinned through my rant, his eyes lit up in excitement and wonder. I let out a frustrated cry, and swung my fist, hoping it would connect with his know-it-all face. However, before I could, he caught it with his hand.
I let out a growl, and snatched my fist away. Aaron chuckled. "Where is my sister?" I repeated. "If you don't tell me –"
"Oh, I intend to tell you," He answered smoothly, cutting me off. "But it was my turn to ask a question, you know." I gritted my teeth.
"What do you want to know?" I asked angrily, my fists clenched at my sides. Aarons stood up, and started to circle me like a predator. I would not give him the satisfaction in following him. I stood where I was.
"It's not so much what I want to know, rather than what I want to get," Aaron answered slowly.
"You can't have me," I hissed. "I belong with Godric." I saw Aaron bristle with anger at this, and I managed to stifle a triumphant grin.
"I want a kiss," He demanded. I looked at him as though he'd grown three heads. "A proper one. And kiss me like you mean it."
He took a step towards me, I took a step back. He shook his head, smirking. "You'll never know where your sister is if you don't." He grinned, watching me falter. I narrowed my eyes, watching him carefully. Finally, with a sigh, I took a hesitant step forward. Closer to him.
"Excellent," Aaron breathed, his gaze landing on my lips. I took another step towards him, until we were mere inches away from each other. Before I could lean in, Aaron snapped his arms out, and pulled me into his chest. I let out a yelp as his hands wove their way into my hair, and his mouth connected with mine.
I remembered his warning, and silently apologized to Godric as I kissed him back. I let my arms hang limply at my sides, though. He asked me to kiss him back, not wrap my arms around him in return. The kiss was fiery and forceful, and I could tell Aaron wanted to convey as much passion as possible. Of course, I felt absolutely nothing emotional. It wasn't like Godric's kisses – the ones where I felt electrifying sparks.
His tongue skimmed my bottom lip, asking for entrance. I complied reluctantly, feeling the guilt wash over me like a tidal wave. I just hoped Godric would find it in him to forgive me. Aaron moaned into my mouth, his hands clutching the back of head tighter. Then suddenly, we were falling backwards. Onto the bed.
I fell on top of him just as his hands locked around my waist. I decided that it had gone far enough. I'd kissed him. I'd done what he asked. I tried to remove myself from his lips and embrace, but Aaron wasn't having it. He kissed me harder, his tongue rubbing roughly against mine, his hands trailing up and down my back.
He lifted his knee upwards so it could press up against my crotch. He rubbed the tip of his knee against the fabric of my dress, digging in harder to make me feel pressure against that certain spot. I tried to wriggle away, but his grip was steely. He'd certainly gotten stronger.
Aaron's lips left mine, to trail down my neck. His kneecap was still digging into my dress, applying torturous force against my sweet spot. He grunted against my neck, his fingers latching onto the zipper on the back of my dress. I was painfully aware of his erection as he held me tighter against his body, and I wanted nothing more to be out of his death grip.
"Aaron, let go," I snarled. "I gave you a kiss. Now let me go."
Aaron's eyes slid open; his green eyes now a dark emerald. They flashed dangerously, and I winced when I felt his nails dig into my dress, probably leaving a few crescent-moon shaped cuts on my flesh. "No," He hissed.
"If you don't let me go, I'll hurt you," I warned. Much to my chagrin and displeasure, he laughed loudly.
"Oh, Rosalie, Rosalie, Rose," Aaron said, his tone pitching. "You couldn't hurt a fly, my love. The only hurting that will be going on is when I have that dress off your beautiful body, and I positioned above you -"
"You sick pervert," I yelled, a flash of pure, purple energy sparking from my fingertips. Aaron, noticing this, promptly pushed me off him. I landed with a thud on the floor, but quickly flung myself onto my feet. I let the magic in my hand manifest, until it was a sparking ball of energy in the middle of my palm.
It wasn't until later did I realise that Aaron had sneaked his way behind me. When I felt something sharp lodge itself into the side of my neck, I knew I had been an utter fool. I shouldn't have let my guard down! I looked down in horror at the dart in my neck, and the last thing I saw before I was consumed by darkness was Aaron's face.
He was grinning.
This chappie was shorter than usual. The next chapter will merge in with the actual plotline of True Blood, (finally!).