Owwee!! I finally updated! I know, I SOO deserved to be smacked, burned etc. for such imposibly late update. But hey, here it IS! So yeah, I hope you all will enjoying reading this one chapter, especially the Donahue fans. You won't be dissapointed! Read on, everyone! And thanks for all the reviews! I really appreciate them. Pardon any spelling errors if you meet them.
Chapter 6: Scattered Memories
My blood ran cold in its veins as I turned to face Marcus who just came out of the door. He had obviously heard Fragrance because he looked just as shocked as I was. Then, anger took over. I backed away, my hand still holding onto the phone and another clutching the shoulder bag tightly, feeling the Firestar in it.
Marcus let out a low growl and a cold shiver ran down my back as I stared back at the monster looking out from behind his glowing green eyes. Why oh why, does the street have to be so empty now?
"Mom, can you hear me—mom? Mom!" Fragrance cursed before the line went dead.
I took a step back as Marcus advanced on me, his eyes an eerie green. My heart felt as if it had climbed its way up to my throat. I cursed mentally, remembering that my jeep is quite a distance from where we are standing. I could make a run for it but being the werewolf, Marcus without a sweat will be able to catch me before I could even touch it.
A deep growl escaped his lips, his face pulled into a vicious snarl. He looked like he was about to pounce on me but stopped when a laughing couple came out from the restaurant.
I took the chance and ran.
But of course, my short legs are no match for someone like him.
He grabbed me from behind, causing me to fall forward and I squeezed my eyes shut, preparing to feel the pain of a pissed-off werewolf tearing me to pieces. But surprisingly, the pain never came.
Instead, I heard an angry roar and the sound of body crashing together against the pavement.
I opened my eyes and stare dumb-struck at the view of someone rolling around the pavement with Marcus. The streetlights were too dark for me to see who the mysterious rescuer was but I didn't wait to find out; I scrambled onto my feet and hurriedly dashed to my jeep, firing the engine to life and drove off.
I didn't care if I'm driving like a mad woman; who cares about it all when you were just about to be killed by a pissed-off werewolf?
As soon as I stepped into the house, I was greeted by a very worried Nathaniel and a furious Fragrance. Oh, not to mention a very anxious Lucky. I didn't notice my knee was bleeding until Fragrance roared with anger.
"That son of a—"
"—watch your language!"
Fragrance rolled her eyes, "—I'm so going to kill him!"
Nathaniel, who was tending to my knee, looked up at me worryingly. "Mom, are you really ok?"
Tears started to build up at the corners of my eyes; I don't know what will happen if I were to die there. Fragrance would be so mad that she'd probably look up for Marcus on her own and get into a fight, and mostly getting herself killed. Nathaniel would be so broken that even if Fragrance doesn't get herself killed, will lose him.
I pulled him into a hug, "I'm ok…I'm ok…"
Nathaniel hugged me back, his warm hand rubbing my back. He didn't need to say anything else for me to know that he was glad I was safe and home.
Fragrance let out a long sigh as she rubbed her forehead with her thumb and forefinger. She looked so much older than she was supposed to be. Then I remembered the call I received back at the restaurant, so I asked, "How'd you know about Marcus's mom and Julian?"
"I was with Luke, as you know, we started talking about various things and before I know it, he was talking about his parents. That's pretty much how I find out about Jul—dad killing his mom…" she trailed off as she patted Lucky on its head.
I eyed her suspiciously, "You guys didn't do it, right?"
"Wha—mom!"
I rolled my eyes, "Just curious."
"Well, curiosity killed the cat." Fragrance frowned at me and folded her arms across her chest. "I ran off as soon as I heard about it; we didn't even have the time to do anything else if you must know."
"So he knows now too, huh?" I asked her as Nathaniel stood up and walked to the nearest seat available.
"From the way I run away like that; he'd probably figured it out already."
"Why would father do something as to…to kill Marcus's mom?" I looked over to Nathaniel who was staring out of the window with his hand on the panel.
"I don't know, Nathaniel."
He didn't say anything more else so I stood up and left for my room, with Fragrance silently following me behind. She stopped at the doorframe and I stopped too. "I hope you're not going to go to that job interview tomorrow, it's not safe and you know it."
"I'm still going," I sighed, "Fragrance, I promised people that I will attend no matter what and I'm keeping that promise. Don't worry about me, I'll be fine. I got a feeling that Marcus won't be appearing so soon."
Fragrance narrowed her eyes at me, "What do you meant by that? You didn't—"
"I couldn't kill him if I wanted to,"
Fragrance stared intensely into my eyes and for a moment there, I saw her doubt. But she closed her eyes and with a sigh, said, "You are so stubborn,"
I chuckled, "And I wondered where you got those genes from."
She rolled her eyes, "'Night, mom."
I smiled slightly, "You too."
As soon as the door is closed, I tumbled onto the bed facedown. I refused to let any tear fall; as far as I know, I bring this upon myself, the kids doesn't have to see or hear me cry.
But who was that person who helped me back then? Couldn't have been human; no human could match up to the strength of a werewolf. However, that wasn't the only thing that unsettles me.
When the mysterious person turned to look at me for a moment, even in the dark, I swore for a minute there I saw that familiar glowing eyes.
Sapphire blue eyes.
Dominic turned to me; his sapphire blue eyes finally meeting mine, "Do you want to leave?"
Is he pleading with me?
"I…" Julian's grip on my shoulders tightens and I looked up to meet his emerald green eyes. Pleading eyes; why do the both of them have to look at me with those eyes? My heart clenched and I looked away, instantly Julian's grip on my shoulders loosens but he didn't remove them.
Dominic's gaze fell on the hands on my shoulders and he looked away, a hurt look.
The last thing I remembered was a pair of blue eyes and a silent 'Please don't leave me'.
"Please don't leave me…"
"…Dominic…"
I opened my eyes to face the boring white ceiling of my room, my pillow slightly wet from my tears. I sat up, shedding my eyes from the bright sunlight pouring into my room as I turned to look at the digital clock beside my bed. The green numbers told me that it is already mid-afternoon.
I don't know why I would be dreaming about Dominic, nevertheless about that day too. Brushing my teeth as my reflection looked back at me, I thought to myself; am I regretting leaving the Donahue's, leaving Dominic?
And what would Dominic have anything to do with the person who saved me from Marcus yesterday? He wouldn't be here, would he? Even if he is, the timing is just too perfect.
I decided to go with a simple white blouse and long blue vintage jeans, accompanied with dark earth brown ankle-high boots and a black leather shoulder bag. I pulled my long reddish black hair into a ponytail before walking to my jeep. Firing the engine to life, I took one last look at the map Thomas gave me a few days ago.
It took me less than twenty minutes to arrive at the meeting place, which so happens to be a five-star hotel. I parked the jeep at an empty spot and walked towards the double doors leading to the inside of the hotel. The guy standing at the door gave me a look-over and wrinkled his nose; as if I was not worthy of stepping into their glorious building. I ignored him and walked into the building, didn't bother stopping at the counter.
The elevator guy saw me and immediately opened the lift door for me, didn't even bother giving me look-over like the previous one did. He silently obeyed my request for the 20th floor; the biggest suite in the building. When the lift opened, I thanked him before stepping out.
I have to admit, I pretty much liked the interior design of the hotel. Everything is washed in gold light; even the carpets looked expensive in its burgundy red. The walls are covered in vanilla white paint and the constructor did a fabulous job with the drawings on the ceiling.
However, there stood only one door.
I stared at the door long and hard. How rich could these tourists possibly be? These rooms could cost a fortune; staying a night here for me would be hell. And to actually stay at the highest floor and the biggest suite is nuts.
The door creaked opened softly, as if inviting me to push open the door myself and let myself in. I stood there a moment, thinking whether or not should I go in. After all, I did not knock.
In the end, I shook my head and walked in.
Believe me when I say I was dumb-struck.
The suite was huge; a kitchen, a wide staircase leading to the second floor of the suite and a living room with the view of the city at night. Everything seems to shimmer in gold under the great crystal chandelier hanging just above the antique coffee table matched with comfy-looking sofas. Even the carpets on the staircase glimmer in its glorious color. I continue to stare dumbly at the shinny crystal décor, unaware of anybody else that have appeared.
"People hardly changes; or so they said."
I gave out an involuntary shriek as I turned to face the speaker. My jaw dropped when I saw the figure standing at the staircase; pale skin, blonde hair with hazel brown streaks and clear sapphire blue eyes.
My mouth opened and closed, words didn't seem to be able to form out of my mouth. "You—you—"
"Let me help you to pronounce my name, shall I?" the figure gave me a sultry smile, his fangs slightly showing. "It's E-D-W-I-N."
I freaking screamed.
But I didn't get to scream long; because Edwin had his hand over my mouth in seconds as I tumbled into the cushion and him pinning me down to it. His hand was cold and I shivered slightly under it, forgetting how cold his hand used to be. However, there were some things that never change.
His infamous smirk still remains and he is still as dreamy as I have seen him sixteen years ago. I stared into his unusual crystal blue eyes and he stared back into mine. He moved his hand a little so I could talk, "Well, you didn't changed yourself."
"Oh, you did change since I last seen you."
I smirked a little, "What? Prettier?"
"No; older."
I narrowed my eyes and gave him an evil glare as he laughed, his voice felt like velvet against my skin. Then he leaned forward, just a breath away and my heart stopped for a moment. He closed his eyes and took in a deep breathe. "Hmm, you do smell the same…"
I felt my cheeks redden and fought to push him off; but obviously it was all a useless effort. Edwin had on a smirk I know too well and leaned another inch closer to me, "Oh, come on, Adele; just a bite as a greeting gift?"
I wriggled even more as he chuckled. "Just like the old days, no?"
Just like the old days, eh?
I smiled and kneed him where it hurts most. He moaned and toppled onto the cushion, clutching at the painful spot. I laughed, enjoying my victory as I jumped away from him.
Edwin turned to me, his face no longer humorous and his eyes turning a fury red. I backed away a little as he stood up slowly, slightly regretting not bringing any weapon with me for today's interview. Still advancing on me, Edwin's lips pulled into a mischievous smile, "Now, now, you'll be a good girl now; won't you, ma princess?"
"And you'll be a good boy."
I turned to look at the figure standing at the staircase; arms folded crossly over her chest.
"Grace!" I gushed happily. And yes, I am happy to see her after so long. Not that I'm any surprised that she still looked the same. Her hair is still long and brown, her eyes still sharp and her tanned skin looked tanner when standing next to the vampire Christopher. "Oh, Christopher!"
Edwin pouted next to me, "And why can't she be as enthusiastic when she sees me?"
"'Cause she likes us better." Grace snickered at him, now wrapped in Christopher's arm.
Edwin rolled his eyes, "Now that they're finally together, she's been bossing us around like some dog. It's annoying, really."
Grace waved a hand at him, "You're just jealous, sweetie."
Grace descends the stairs and stopped right in front of me. I had to look up to look at her face. But without any further notice, I was sent spiraling to the sofa with a painful sting to the side of my face. Christopher and Edwin both have a shocked look on their face as I turned to face Grace who had out of the blue, slapped me.
"Grace!" Christopher finally managed to stutter out her name. Edwin walked over to me and helped me up, one hand pressed to the side of my face. His cold hand helped reduced the pain a little but I still stared at her wide-eyed.
"Well, you deserve it! How dare you disappear without saying anything, huh? You can leave if you want to, but at least say something! Just don't go missing so suddenly!" Grace was blowing fire out of her mouth; and heck, it was a scary scene to look at. But if you look closely, you'll notice the tears that are threatening to fall. "You—you—you bitch! Ugh—I can't stand you!"
I hugged her, a smile on my face. Yeah, although she slapped me, but hey, I'm glad she cared. Though I'll remember to kick her back soon enough.
"Stop smiling, you idiot!" Grace sobbed and hugged me back.
Oh, and she cries like a baby.
"And I thought what that horrid sound was; turns out it was just Grace."
Adrian, Edwin's older twin brother, had magically materialized next to us. He still looked the same, blonde hair with brown streaks and seductive blue eyes. Adrian and Edwin looked exactly the same except for their bangs that were swept in different directions; Adrian left while Edwin right. Grace slapped the back of his head and he groaned at her before giving me a dazzling smile, "Hey, long time no see, Adele. Not that we missed you or anything,"
"Don't bother about him, Adele, he's just shy."
"Sebastian!" I smiled from ear to ear and hugged him, his chest vibrated as he laughed and hugged me back. "How are you doing, Adele?"
"I'm doing great!" I beamed at all of them, then I frowned at them as realization dawned on me, "Wait a sec—how'd you find me here!"
Edwin faked innocent, "Huh? We didn't find you, you are the one that find us, isn't it? I mean, you're the one who came to us, remember?"
My mouth hanged open; I can't believe it, I fell into their trap! Great, now they got me.
Christopher, for the first time, smirked at me, "Well, since you're already here, why not sit? Let's talk; it's been long."
Grace nodded her head, "Yeah, you should do so; I wouldn't want to tie you to the chair by force,"
I narrowed my eyes at them, why do I get a feeling that they won't be letting me return home now. I looked around; everyone's here except for…
"Where's Dominic?"
Everyone turned to look at me. Grace was serving goblets of red liquid which I assume must be blood to the brothers, stopped and turned to face me. Neither of the brothers made an attempt to answer my question.
Why isn't anyone answering my question?
"What? Where is Dominic?"
Grace turned away from me as I focused my eyes on her. Most of them avoided my eye when I turned to look at them. I was getting angry, or annoyed, or just plain worried. The worst scenario that could have happened to Dominic formed in my mind.
"…no…"
This time Grace's black eyes met mine; pity was clearly shown. I felt my heart dropped; no way…
"No!"
Christopher stood up from his seat, "Adele, please listen to me—"
"No! No!!"
Edwin had rose from seat next to mine and grabbed both of my arms, his hand careful not to grab too hard, "Adele, calm down—hey!"
I struggled in his grasp, my breathe coming in short as I felt my tears brewing, "No! Let me go—"
Please, someone please tell me that Dominic isn't dead—
"Whoever said I was dead?"
I looked up to the stairs, my vision slightly blurred due to the tears brimming on the edge of falling. My breathe stopped.
There stood at the top of the stairs looking as God-like as ever with his impossibly bright blonde hair and bangs that fell into his clear icy blue eyes was Dominic. Everything he had on was either in black or red. He still looked the same; still young and beautiful. Everything I remembered the first time I met him—
Except for that lady who was leaning against him.
I stared at the lady as she stared back at me; her hair was long and straight, the color of rubies under light, her eyes emerald green and her lips full and red. Compared to my female assets, hers was impossible to match. Her skin was fairly pale and smooth, her long legs looked good in those Choo's and boy, does she looked like a model.
She was slightly taller than Dominic but he was definitely more beautiful than she is. She wrinkled her nose at my direction and I narrowed my eyes at her. No way she's a vampire; she'd look glamorous when standing alone but if she stood side by side with these vampires, she will be practically invisible to the human eye.
But who the heck is she?
It bugged me even more when Dominic snaked his arm to her waist as they descend the stairs. What? Is she his new girlfriend? Geez, what was I getting all jealous for…
"Dominic…" I moved forward, my hand reached out, wanting to touch him but my hand stopped itself as I stared up into the cold eyes of Dominic.
Something was different about Dominic; he looked colder, even the aura around him was different. His eyes were cold and hard, unforgiving and arrogant…like a vampire.
I shook off the feeling and smiled at him while reached my hand out to touch his arm, "Hey, Dominic! How are—"
I didn't even get to finish my sentence; my hand was painfully slapped away by Dominic.
"Adele!" Sebastian stood next to me and gave his younger brother a death glare, "Dominic, what's your problem?"
"Don't touch me with those dirty hands of yours." Dominic looked down on me; his eyes cold and hard. "Don't ever touch me."
And with that, he left.
What's funnier is that when he left, it felt like a bullet went through my heart......
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