Oh, my dear sweetdevilgirl... This will really put a bee in your bonnet ;)
My heart had been abused.
Ripped in half and stomped on by Paul's tears.
I don't know why in the world of orange peanuts Paul's tears hurt me so much. But they did.
When I floated above him and saw them damn tears as he cried, yes cried, over me, I think I may have shed a few of my own, because of the despair and love I could feel rolling off of him.
You see, Ghouls had an extra pinching of senses, so emotions? No problem. I think God created us to be a superior race. But of course, then he had to go and make sure that there were 1 in 10 ghouls around. And, man, what a pain that is.
I watched as Paul crawled over and laid me onto his bed, and then, surprisingly, watched as he slumped down beside me, falling fast asleep.
I waited, just staring at him, occasionally brushing a ghostly hand over his cheek, or neck. No one bothered to come in as he slept.
"My imprint." Paul muttered and I jumped, possibly thinking he was awake. There was an hour 'till sundown.
"My Adelaide." He muttered again and I narrowed my eyes as I recognised my name.
Imprint? What?
I mulled over what the hell this meant as I became re-alive.
It puzzled me as I slipped out of Paul's grip and then down stairs, quietly tiptoeing to the door and grabbing my shoes.
Slipping them on, I panicked as a sleepy;
"Adelaide?" A shocked muffled voice exclaimed an I panicked.
I couldn't face them. Not yet!
Slamming the door open, I bolted for the trees.
There was an alarmed shuffle in the house behind me. My house.
I ran out into the trees, stretching my newly alive muscles to the max. My arms pounded and legs stretched and my breaths shortened and I panted Heavily.
The events of the day overwhelmed me at one point in my running and tears started to run down my cheeks. A sob racked my body, but yet, I still ran on.
After a while, I stopped and collapsed onto the green undergrowth.
A deep breath in.
And out.
An in.
And out.
I couldn't stop the tears flowing down my cheekS but I knew they'd stop if I calmed. I lay, arms stretched, breathing deeply and calming down.
I peered up into the trees abe finally realised I was lost.
Meh. I wasn't going back any way.
"Why." I froze at a voice that didn't sound familiar. "Are you crying, child, and why do you smell like-" there was a slight pause and an intake of breath before; "-mangy mutts?" I was then confused. Mutts? I sat up and looked at a beautiful red head. She donned a flowing white dress but her feet where bare and her hair looked windBlown.
"As in, like, dogs?"
"Yes. Werewolves." The woman smiled.
How the hell did she know about werewolves. It was then I took a closer look at her. The flawless beauty and the- oh. Red eyes.
"Vampire." I snarled as fear coursed through my veins.
"I'm glad you recognise, Invetta. The master would be unhappy if I brought you back harmed because I had to teach you fear." I froze, the frown dieing on my lips. how did she know my name?
Who was she?
Master?
I heard of the clan that called the leader master. It was familiar. But it would come to me.
Master. Oh... Shit.
Berlioz. The leader of the clan that called him master.
In my years of wandering I had heard of the vampire that he had 'saved', just like me.
Heavy sarcasm.
The vampire that could project visions to induce fear. What was her name? Think!
"Lorraine." I breathed, straightening, my fear dissapating to anger.
"Berlioz is dead, Liar. I should know. I killed him!" Lorrained laughed again and smirked.
"I rather think not, unless, the one I had been sharing a bed with this year had fooled me and the coven ."
Shared a bed?
Ohhhhh.
I smirked, "How do you like to be second Best?"
If Lorraine could turn red in anger, she'd be A tomato.
"Don't push me." she snarled, but I saw the hurt in her Eyes.
Oh the poor Vampire. She reckons she's in love. And that he loves her. How delusional can you be?
"Well it's true. Every one knows I had him first." I said, watching in amusement as she obviously scrambled for footing in a crumbling facade.
"Please. Why would he want a plain ghoul like you over a vampire like me." She snorted.
"Because he always has. And probably always will." the vampire frowned but pulled a phone out her pocket and threw it at me. With the training of a hundred years of being kept with a vampire, I caught it as it flew towards my face.
"Press L. The master would like to speak to you." Her cold demeanour was back on and I knew I had struck a nerve. Nevertheless I held L and waited as it rang.
"Yes?" My breath caught as his deep rich voice sounded over the phone.
"Lorraine." Berlioz warned and I couldn't breath, just stand there in shock with the phone pressed against my ear.
A sharp pain jabbed in my side and I turned to glare at Lorraine, who had poked me.
"Speak." She hissed and I frowned. Turning away from her again I breathed in a shaky breath.
"Berlioz?"
There was a pause.
"Invetta?!" He screeched in my ear and I let myself go enough to scold him.
"That is not a tone of voice a leader should use." I said and I couldn't help it. After one hundred years together, I had let my instincts take over. Once upon a time, I had looked after him. That was before he got the necklace, anc before I tried to run away.
"That sounds like my pet." He chuckles. "I see Lorraine's has found you. She'll be bringing you back to me."
I laughed, shortly.
"I'm not going anywhere with your plaything." Berlioz hums.
"Do I detect jelousy there, my pet?"
"No!" I growl.
"You'll come to me." he orders.
"Over my dead body!" I screech back.
"That can happen." He warns and I understand he would take me when I was dead, in the day. He'd done it before, when I'd refused to go somewhere, he'd just tak. Me when I was dead.
"No." I repeat. I will not go anywhere with that girl. How could he not understand I would not come back to him?
"I have some thing to tell you, Invetta." His voice grumbles out of the speakers.
"Not interested." I retort and I go to press the end call button.
"I can stop you dieing!" I paused and my hand brought the phone back to my ear. My breathing was heard over the phone and he resumed.
"I can stop you dieing, from going through that pain!"
"There's a but on that end, isn't there?" I said, wearily.
"But, you must come back to me. To become Vampire and live by my side. That is what I ask in payment to stop your suffering." I paused and peered at Lorraine who had gone stonily white at the mention of me living my his side. I smirked at her, at her stupidity.
"It not possible." I say while keeping my eyes on Lorraine who seemed to be calculating something.
"It is, Invetta. Would I lie."
Yes.
"I'm not ever coming back, Berlioz. It's final." Berlioz snorts then.
"It is going I be the hard way then. Until your by my side, my pet, your beloved."
It seemed like he was signing a letter when the phone cut of and I flung it back to Lorraine. He caught it, still cold, and pocketed it.
"I told you didn't I?" I squeaked as she came closer.
"He is mine." she sneered and her hands shot towards my neck. I gasped for air and she blocked my throat. Can't. Breath.
There was a loud howl And her head snapped to the right.
"I'll be back." she hissed before dissapearing. I collapsed onto the greenery and choked, my hands soothing my raw neck.
"Adelaide." Paul's voice cried and I hadn't been more greatful to hear that voice.
I coughed violently.
"It's not Adelaide." Paul's hands pulled my up onto his lap and his hand stroked my hair.
"What?" He asked, confused. I tilted my head to peer into his chocolate eyes And at his handsome face.
"My name is not Adelaide. Its Invetta." I croaked as I stood, my anger building.
"Invetta?" He breathed and looked hurt.
"Yes! Invetta! And would you like to give me the truth as well? Werewolf?" I growled and Paul rubbed his hand across his face. He stood as well and moved to pull me to him but I stepped backwards.
"Look-" he started but I cut him off.
"No you look! Why didn't you tell me!" I shrieked.
You can't really ask that, you haven't told him your secret.
Shut up!
"Yeah. I'm a werewolf." Paul sighed and I wrapped my arms around him in a hug, but also in a silent way to tell him to continue.
"We hunt vampires." I snorted and Paul looked at me curiously. "You don't believe me?" He asked and I shook my head. Like this man could take down a vampire. Obviously he misunderstood that I didn't believe he was a werewolf because he untangled me from him and went into the woods, but came out as a massive silver wolf. And I mean massive.
Okay. I believed that they could take down vampires. I believe!
He change back and then wandered towards me.
"We call it phasing." I nod and look at my shoes. How could I not know my boyfriend turned into a massive wolf. Wait. Boyfriend? Oh no. No way.
"Silver?"
He looked amused. "Myth."
"Full moon?"
"Myth."
I hesitated, remembering the looks of adoration he'd given me.
"Mates?" I asked and he froze. He stared at me and softly whispered,
"We call them Imprints. It's when our whole world shifts and that one person becomes our only thought. We be whatever they want us to be. Brother, lover, friend, whatever." He pauses and looks at me.
"Sam and Emily, Jared and Kim, all the others, they're all imprints." I open my mouth to speak but Paul holds up a hand. My mouth instantly locks shut.
"You. Invetta." He spits out my name, trying it out. "You are my imprint."
I? Me? His imprint?
Oh, Berlioz is going I have a field day with that one.
I go to speak again but he cuts me off with a growl.
"Why do you smell like leech?" He snarls and I sigh.
"It's a long story." He frowns and points to the floor.
"Then sit, and tell me." His tone implying there is no room for argument. I sit and he wraps and arm around my shoulders. I go to pull away but he holds on tight.
I'm not going to tell him everything, but I'll tell him something.
I stop struggkun and relax.
"Invetta." He says it like it's the best thing in the world. I look at him and he stares into my eyes, as if looking into my soul.
"Now that you know." He pauses and rests his lips briefly in mine.
"I'm never letting you go."
I go to tell him the story but he stops me one last time.
"Plus, you need to tell me why the hell you were dead this morning."
I groaned silently.
If I got through the next day, I would personally love any one up in them clouds.
You better get started.
Unwillingly, I agreed.