Chapter 6 Weekend Visitor

The day started out like any normal day – well at least that's what I hoped for. 

It was a Saturday, and I was having one of those weekends where I get up early even though I don't have school. I took out my phone, attached it to a speaker, and let some music play because I didn't feel like going back to sleep.

As soon as I got my laptop, I started humming along to the song while searching YouTube for any fascinating culinary and baking videos. Seriously, some of the recipes are so good that I believe they should be released as a paperback. I was watching one of my favorite channels when I noticed a second voice singing along to the song.

As I carefully turned my head to my window, I spotted Prick the hybrid outside humming the tune. Chills ran up my spine.

What is he doing here!? 

He's a stalker, so that's not surprising. It's something he's already admitted. But it was beginning to anger and irritate me. He already follows me on weekdays, and now he's following me on weekends!? Seriously!?

I grabbed my phone and started scrolling through my music and played another song.

Prick's face seemed astonished and perplexed when the song changed halfway through, which I found amusing. Before returning to the chorus, he tapped his finger to his chin as though in thought. 

"Romeo, take me somewhere we can be alone. I'll be waiting; all that's left to do is run~"

When he continued to sing, my jaw fell. I'm not sure why he's still singing. He's also singing along to Taylor Swift's song. And I’ll be damned when I admit that he’s fucking good at it.

I went through my phone again, this time playing a song from a different genre. Not only was he still singing, but he also managed to imitate Ariana Grande's high note — although in a male voice.

"Oh baaabyyyyyyyyy~!! This is the part when I say I don't want ya. I'm stronger than I've been before."

Goosebumps appeared on my arm as he hit every note there is. How the hell is he doing that?

Instead of picking up my phone, I grabbed my laptop from my side table. Is he confident in his ability to sing all of the songs? We'll see what we can do!

I started to search for some random Metal music and hit play on something called 'All Nightmare Long'.

"'Cause we hunt you down without mercy. Hunt you down all nightmare long. Feel us breathe upon your face. Feel us shift, every move we trace." I felt more pissed off than ever when he still sang the song and even did a headbang.

Urgh!

In my rage, I started playing other tunes. They were all in distinct genres. From love songs to ballads, rock and roll, and even some random Japanese tunes.

And you know what sets me off more that he still continued to sing? The fact that the guy even TRANSLATED it to English when he sang the Japanese tunes.

"Argh!" I yelled and turned off the music on my laptop. Prick jumped in surprise as I gave him a look out the window after my outburst.

"Hey. That was uncalled for." He said. "And could you play that song again? I like it."

I let out an angry sigh and marched towards the window. That pesky hybrid must not have anticipated my next move because he almost fell when I threw my windows wide open. I don't even worry about him getting in my room because he was not properly invited after all.

As soon as Prick was able to balance himself did he look back at me. He grinned showing off his deep dimples. "Are you inviting me in?" He asked in a hopeful tone while bathing his lashes.

"No," I responded sternly, glaring at him with venom in my eyes. "I'd like you to leave me alone and find someone else to bother with! You're following me around like a pest, and it's getting annoying! I don't know who you are, and you don't know who I am. Why don't you just go back to where you came from!? I don't need a vampire-werewolf boy following me around for the rest of the week. And it makes no difference to me if you can break me like a toothpick. This bullying is over for me. Before I call the cops, get the feck out of my life!" I let out a shriek. Because my parents are currently at work, I don't have to worry about them hearing me downstairs. I had the entire area to myself.

Aelfric gave me a critical stare. His expression had lost all of its flirtiness and fun. In other words, he appears to be enraged. He leaned down as far as he could without touching the invisible barrier that prevented him from entering because he had not been invited. "I'm going to act as if I didn't hear all of those words flowing from your lovely mouth. I'm not afraid of the cops, either." I had shivers down my spine when he murmured something so dangerously low. "But, love, whatever you say, I've already decided that you're mine and mine alone, and I'll follow you wherever you go." He leaned back and winked. "I assume you're in one of your monthly moods today so I'll let this one slid. " he grinned, and as he walked away, he said, "See you at dinner!!" Then he vanished.

I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief and was about to close the window when my attention was drawn to something. From the trees on the other side of the roadway, a figure was watching me. Despite the fact that I don't have werewolf/vampire vision, I recognized the guy as one of the men I scared to help Al the night we first met. Before walking away, he pulled out something that looked like a camera and pointed it at me.

I gasped and immediately shut both of my windows and blinds closed and leaned to the wall next to it. When I decided to peek outside, the man was gone making me question if it was all my imagination. 

Weird. What was the point of that?

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Al kept his word since he didn't show his face to me all morning and afternoon, and I didn't see him outside my window or anywhere near our house. I decided to make the most of the little and uncommon freedom I've had since meeting him by watching N*****x and baking chocolate chip cookies to pass the time.

I always feel at ease when I'm baking. I adore how each ingredient would combine to make a lava-like mixture, which would then bake into something wonderful and scrumptious.

I heard our front door open as I was taking the cookies out of the oven. I exited the kitchen to see whether anyone had arrived. It was my mother and father. They were off work early on Saturdays, as they always are. On Saturdays, they would only work half-days, and Sundays are family days, so they would not go to work.

My father lifted his nose and sniffed the air. "Something smells good." He commented when I ran over to greet them with a hug. "Cookies?" He guessed.

"Chocolate chip," I confirmed.

"You better not put too much sugar in it. It's not healthy for your father who would gulf it all down in one sitting." Mom said as she removed her shoes. Always being the worried mom.

"Don't worry, mom," I said. “I did not put the whole bag of sugar this time.”

Mom came over and kissed my forehead. "Could you prepare the plates? I'm going to cook dinner soon."

"Can I help?"

She smiled. "Of course."

"Yes!" I said and gave her an awkward lip tug for a smile.

Seeing my struggle, my mother sighed. "You don't have to force yourself to smile, Gabby." She said and patted my cheeks. "Now go prepare the table and meet me in the kitchen, alright?" She winked before heading off to the kitchen.

As I considered my mother's remarks, all I could do was stare at her back. I tried to smile, but I couldn't. I don't know how to grin without seeming like a serial killer anymore. Forcing myself to stop smiling must have taken a toll on me, but I suppose it's for the best.

I went into the dining room, grabbed a rag, and began cleaning the table. After that, I went to the drawers and got some plates, forks, and spoons, as well as some glass. Then, I went to the kitchen to see if my mother had already prepared the ingredients for tonight's meal, I placed them nicely on the table.

"Mash potatoes, pumpkin soup, chicken, and ribs." My mother told me as soon as I stepped foot into the kitchen.

"Sweet," I said and we started to make dinner. I was assigned to cook the potatoes and chicken while mom will cook the ribs and pumpkin soup. Mom has this special recipe for the rib sauce that is why she's making them.

Just as I finished smashing the potatoes and setting the chicken on a plate when our doorbell rang. "I got it!" Dad called out in the living room. Mom and I continued to prepare our dishes. "Um...Gabriella honey? I think it's for you."

For me? 

"Who is it?" I called out and refused to leave my dish until I knew who it was.

"He says he's a friend of yours," Dad called back.

At this, I started to become more confused and wary. What friend? I don't have friends. 

My mother must have thought of it as well, for she paused in her work and looked at me with interest. I shrugged as I looked at my mother, letting her know that I, too, had no idea who it was.

I reached back and undid my apron and threw it over the counter. I washed my hands in the sink and dried them with a towel before I headed for the living room where dad and this so-called 'friend' is.

I noticed my father standing near the door, conversing with the person in front of him. He was tall, powerful, and slim. His hair was nicely styled, and he was dressed casually in a fine black polo shirt and dark-colored pants. I was curious about him because he appeared to be an ordinary boy next door. But it wasn't until I came closer that I recognized that face and smirk directed towards me.

Aelpric Wachamacallhim.