Chapter 27: So Wrong.

- Lucy -

"Rock, paper, Scissors!" Josh and I shouted as we shook our balled fists. My grin stretched from ear to ear as my paper defeated his rock. Josh always chose rock so eleven year old me was smart enough to always choose paper.

"Ha! I win! I get to ride shotgun." I said victoriously as I opened the car door and got in the car. Josh grumbled underneath his breath.

"Dang it! You always win in this game. It's not fair!" He said sulkily with a pouty lip. He got in the car at the back and crossed his hands angrily.

My dad chuckled knowingly at me, knowing my gameplay. I still smirked in satisfaction and put on my seatbelt. "Don't worry Josh. Next time you'll get to ride in front." he reassured Josh.

He got inside the car and drove off. My stomach grumbled loudly and I tried to shush it quietly. My father patted my stomach. "Looks like someone's hungry all right. Don't worry, your mother has prepared a nice meal for the four of us. I want to see empty plates, otherwise I'll get very upset with you!" he said to me and Josh. We both nodded apprehensively. As much as dad was a nice guy, he was downright scary when he got mad.

Within a few minutes we arrived home. I unbuckled myself and ran towards the front door I knocked and my mum opened. She was smiling at me, her bright red lips arching perfectly on her face. She took in my dishevelled appearance and arranged the loose strands of my hair behind my ear.

"Lucy, come in! I've prepared something really yummy today. I want you to taste it first, sweetie." She said in her chirpy voice. I nodded in delight. Honestly, I was so hungry that it could have been some crappy microwaveable hamburger and I still would have downed it in one bite.

I followed after her, her white sundress flowing behind her like a cape. I realised how beautiful my mother was when she wasn't drowning herself in alcohol. I followed her with a smile, like the obedient ten-year-old girl I was. When we entered in the kitchen, my mother reached for a plate covered with a red paper napkin. I stared at the plate with uncertainty. Even then, my mother had never been the best cook. Whatever was under the napkin must have been quite big, considering the lump that was clearly visible.

She removed the napkin and much to my horror, the haunting disassembled head was on the plate. A scream tore from my throat.

"It's just a centrepiece for the table, dear. The real treat is here." She said as she pointed to my right, where the rest of the headless body was hanging with a large jug beneath it, filled almost to the brim with thick crimson blood.

My mother grabbed the jug and poured herself a glass. Her eyes blacked over and her canines elongated. She downed the glass in one go. The blood glistened on her teeth and dribbled excruciatingly slowly down her chin, staining her white dress in the process.

I couldn't make myself speak. And even if I did, what could I say. I spun on my heels, realising for the first time that I had somehow managed to morph myself into the present sixteen-year-old me. However, two large, looming figures were blocking my way. I looked up and saw my father and brother, their mouths both dripping in blood.

"Join us." my brother chanted as my father approached m, his slimy hand almost coming in contact with my arm. I backed away, but my mother was trapping me.

"Let me go!" I screamed at them. Their hands were grabbing both of my arms tightly, engulfing me in a nauseous wave of claustrophobia.

"Lucy!" I heard Nick scream in the distance. I opened my eyes and I was no longer surrounded by my parents and Josh and the hands restraining me were not theirs either.

"Lucy, it was just a nightmare, snap out of it!" he tried to reassure me. It took me a few moments to grasp what he was saying. His hands were cupping my face, making me look up into his stormy grey eyes. With his thumbs he was pushing back the loose strands of my hair. I realised that I was sobbing so I took a deep breath and tried to calm down.

Behind him, I could see Solange's worried face and the twins in the back who were quickly followed by Logan. It didn't take long for the entire house to gather in Nick's small room.

"What happened? Why are you all here?" I asked them as Logan handed me a tissue to wipe the sweat off my forehead.

"We were all sleeping and suddenly you start screaming like a mad woman. Everyone woke up to check on you." Quinn put it shortly.

"Oh God. I'm so sorry guys. You can all go back to bed. It was just a nightmare. I'm really sorry for waking you up like that." I said guiltily as Helena handed me a glass of water with I downed in one go.

"Don't worry, Lucy. After what you had to see it's understandable." Helena reassured me with a smile. I gave her a small nod in return and tried to smile back but it was a failed effort.

"All right back to bed, everybody." Liam said to the lot. "If you need anything, Lucy please tell us, but right now it's best if we're all well rested." I nodded and thanked them. Solange came to my side of the bed and hugged me. I hugged her back tightly feeling comfortable in her embrace.

"Lucy, I'm sure now's not the time to talk, but I don't want you to start piling up this crap inside yourself. You're not super girl. We're here to help you." she told me. I nodded and thanked her, feeling stupid enough that all I could say was a simple 'thank you'. But I felt drained. Sleep was not an option but I was exhausted.

She left the room, leaving me with Nick, who had lied back down on the back, covering his face with his hands in desperation.

"You dreamt about your father... and the body didn't you?" he asked me quietly. I nodded and lied down next to him.

"I... I'm so tired. I'm trying to be strong. I'm trying, I really am." I said, my voice going thick. I had promised myself no more tears but they seemed to defy me.

"It's okay to feel vulnerable every once in a while. And after what we went through last night, believe me you're not the only one. I only slept for half an hour before I woke up." he told me as he pulled me closer to him. We sat there in silence for a few minutes.

However, my mind was reeling. I sat up straight as a plan of action was slowly forming in my head.

"Is something wrong?" he asked me worriedly as he sat up next to me.

"Come with me," I said I grabbed his hand and without waiting for an answer I pulled him with me off the bed.

"Where are we going at five in the morning, Lucy?" he asked me sceptically. I didn't answer but led him down two flights of stairs, where the gym was. The gym was not a room that I visited often for the obvious reason – I hated training.

However hard times call for desperate measures.

"We are going to train because you and I, Nicky, are going to double-cross not only my father, but also Montmarte himself." I told him as I fiddled with a pair of bright red boxing gloves.

He stared back at me with a raised eyebrow. "And how do you propose we do that?" he asked me pompously.

I looked up straight into his uncertain eyes. "I wasn't kidding when I said that I plan on using my father for info, even if it means playing happy family. And I know just how to do that. I'll meet up with him; tell him that I agree with his plan and how happy I am to see him again. He can't even turn me without killing himself like that vampire in the hospital did. He probably already knows that. However I'll try to persuade him that I can be a valuable asset among you guys. He'll probably have to explain certain things to me which we can use to our advantage, and when the time comes," I paused for a moment, "I'll stick in a stake so deep into his heart his ancestors will feel it."

Nick stared at me for a long time, his expression a cross between being impressed and absolutely horrified.

"Look, Lucy, I get that you want revenge, but that plan is so half-assed and based on assumptions that everything will fall into place exactly as you predict, it's a suicide mission. So much can go wrong that I don't even want to think about it."

"Why not? You know, this is something I really hate about you. You're so fucking pessimistic. Yes, it's risky but it's a good plan." I said, suddenly getting annoyed. I couldn't believe how easily we could start fighting.

He groaned loudly. "I'm not pessimistic. I'm being realistic. And even if by some kind of miracle your plan could be put into action, do you think I'd let you get anywhere near your father. No offence but he's a psychopath."

"Well, Nicky dear, if you think he's psychotic, then I must remind you that I'm a better and improved version of him and you have no idea just how psychotic I can be." I said with a sickly sweet smile on my lips.

"Lucy, have you ever seen your typical horror movie where there's always that one dumb girl who thinks that she can go into the scary haunted house and come out scot-free cause she's just so fucking smart. Well, you're starting to sound just like her."

I glared at him, "Well, I may be psychotic but I'm not dumb. If I'm doing this I'll be prepared for any scenario. And that means getting over myself and practicing." I hit a punching bag hard and looked back at him with a satisfied smirk. Too bad that I had to make an ass out of myself when the punching bag hit me back, knocking me down on the carpeted floor.

Nick started laughing at me like a fucking hyena, a retarded moronic one that sounded as if it was choking. I lifted myself up to a sitting position as he walked over to help me up. I refused his aid and got up myself.

"How about we start with an easier target that won't hit you back? Like a pillow or a marshmallow." he teased me.

I grinned mischievously. "Or maybe I can hit you instead." I said as I hit him hard in the arm. When he didn't move I hit him again.

"Stop it, Lucky. You're being immature." he said, trying hard to seem serious. I tried to hit him again, but this time he didn't let me touch him because he blocked my blow. I tried again but he blocked me again... and again.

"You're pretty quick, Nicky." I acknowledged as he put on a pair of boxing gloves himself.

"So you want to learn to fight, huh? Let's see what you've got." He said as he got into a defensive position with a smirk set deep on his lips. The corners of my mouth quirked upwards in satisfaction.

And so, while he dodged my blows easily, I probably sweated half my body weight to no avail. "You know what? That's it?" I said calmly before yelling out a warrior's battle cry and jumping roughly on him and gripping him like a demented koala. We tumbled on the floor together throwing light punches that couldn't even hurt a fly. Our light laughter filled the air which had been previously filled with tension and despair.

The purpose of our fighting practice failed completely when my lips made contact. Though we had no intentions to carry it on as far as we did, during that moment when our strained minds couldn't take anymore pressure and agony, kissing seemed to be the only natural thing we could do that could help us forget for a few moments. My hands travelled all over his broad chest. I helped him lift his shirt up as we continued to kiss each other almost savagely. After all the unnatural things we had seen, all the blood and gore, the prospect of forgetting everything in a few passion-filled moments seemed quite nice. His shirt was gone and mine followed suit.

Nick continued to kiss down my neck and my collarbone, gingerly biting at my skin in an almost risqué way. The thrill of the bite captivated me like always. It was something I just couldn't get enough of. I didn't know whether the fact that I knew that it was so wrong that made me crave it so badly. I knew that we were going down a road with no end. And if we didn't stop soon, there'd be no way back.

We knew that we shouldn't be doing this.

We knew all about the consequences we would have to deal with.

We were fully aware that we had already far too much shit to deal with.

But I didn't stop, and neither did he. Perhaps after all what they say is true, if it feels wrong, it's always more fun.

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