Now her panic really set in, but as much as she tried to kick, scream, claw, and bite, she was held firm. The others just laughed more, one of them reaching to open the back of the car.
She suddenly remembered something her Dad had told her, and pressed the heel of her workboot against his shin bone, and dragged it down hard, right along where the flesh was thinnest. He yelped and released her, grabbing at his leg. She almost fell, but pushed herself up and ran as hard as she could, while they were caught off guard.
They were surprised enough that she managed to get a few metres from them, only to suddenly slam into what felt like a solid brick wall. It knocked the air out of her and she stumbled back, looking up, right into the eyes of the creepy guy from the corner of the bar, who'd spent the night staring at her.
And she froze. The expression on his face looked absolutely murderous. The four sleazebags seemed to think so too, she heard them
The moment he saw her step out from the kitchen, he knew she was responsible for this nightmarish sensation he'd been feeling since he woke up.It was coming from her, and drawing him to her. At this distance, it was taking all too much effort from him to resist its powerful pull, and that kept him constantly on edge.What kind of being was she, that she could cause this strong an effect on one like him? On a human, he could understand, they likely wouldn't even sense what was happening. But he was far from human, and despite her appearing so innocent and unaware, it seemed the same was true of her.Both furious and intrigued, he sat silently, watching her closely all evening. He noticed her face when she saw the people at the other table, noticed the other server making sure they didn't bother her, noticed those sleazebags hitting on her - which only made him angrier, both at them, and that whatever she was doing made him feel somehow protective of her.
An hour had gone by before she moved again, getting up to wash her face and drink some water, her hands still shaking as she took off her work clothes and left them on the floor. She grabbed one of her Dad's old band tees from her drawers, pulled it on, and climbed into her bed, exhausted.She hadn't bothered setting an alarm, and slept, mostly restlessly, until late morning. Rubbing at her eyes and yawning, she reached for her phone. There were a bunch of new notifications from her senior year's group chat, and a message from Josh, checking she got home okay.She paled, thinking of the night before. She almost hadn't, but she didn't want to with worry him with it, 'Yep, all good. Thanks Josh! :)' she wrote back, before sighing and sitting up. Hearing a lot of noise downstairs, she grimaced. Obviously, her step dad, Kevin, was home today. This would be awkward.Getting up and pulling some leggings on, she went to the bathroom, and then downstairs, he
Lukas turned off the highway at Violet Cove, refuelling his bike at the first service station he found, near the edge of town, before continuing on to the address his brother had given him.As he pulled in, one of the garage doors lifted, and he noticed that their other brother was already here. He smiled, it would be good to have the three of them together again, even if only for a week or so.The roller door closed again as he parked his bike and dismounted, heading for the door he assumed led into the house itself. It opened before he got there, and his older brother filled the frame, leaning against it with a grin."Little brother," he said, happy to see him. Lukas walked over to him, grabbing his outstretched hand and pulling him into a casual hug. "Mikael," he said, with a grin, "it's been far too long, big brother." Mikael nodded, more solemnly, "Too long indeed," and turned to head inside.Lukas followed, dropping his backp
Jason stormed out of the room, heading upstairs. He needed to.. he didn't know what he needed, other than space. He didn't want to even think about that possibly, let alone talk about it. It wasn't right, it couldn't be. And yet, it made sense. It would explain this feeling that had been pulling at every fibre of his being, and why it wouldn't go away. And why she seemed completely unaware of anything unnatural, why she didn't fight back when..He stopped that trail of thought as he felt his inner rage swelling to dangerous levels. Undressing, he turned the shower on hot, stepping in and letting the steaming hot water distract him, calming him. He took his time, scrubbing every inch of his toned, muscular body with the subtly scented shower gel.He stepped out in a better frame of mind, cooler and in control again. Even though that feeling tugged at him still. He sighed, drying off and wrapping the towel around his waist and reaching for his shaving kit. Taking his tim
It wasn't hard to find her, he just followed where the feeling was pulling him to. It got stronger and stronger as he walked, until he arrived at a large, yet dishevelled looking house, in a somewhat nicer part of town. It looked like it had been nice, once.Standing across the street, it all looked quiet. He melted into the shadows and moved silently through them, crossing the street, into the yard, and doing a full lap of the house to be sure. He could sense her, upstairs. After watching her window for a few minutes, he frowned. There was no light, no movement, and it was still fairly early. Was she asleep already? His eyes followed the shadow of a large tree that cast over the house and across her window. He could use that, and did, climbing up unseen. Peering inside, he could see most of her room, and her, asleep on her bed. He pulled out one of his small daggers, slipping it under the window and lifting it gently. It was unlocked and began sliding o
"What the hell do you mean, 'what do I need to bring'?!" she asked, her voice raised and her tone angry. She wasn't about to go anywhere with him. For one, she never seen him in her life before last night, and for another, he was absolutely terrifying. 'Except when he held me, he felt so.. perfect,' she thought, then internally scolded herself for even thinking it. Was she completely insane? He'd clearly been ready to murder someone just a moment ago. 'Though only because they'd hurt me,' her clearly malfunctioning brain added, making her wonder if she did actually need to go and get checked out by a doctor. He rubbed his forehead, looking frustrated, "My brother can check you over," he said, as though he could read her mind, "I just want to make sure you're okay." It looked like it was taking a lot of effort for him just to keep his voice calm, the guy clearly had a short temper.Shaking her head, and immediately regretting it, she winced, "I'm fine, I'
Lukas had smiled as she was placed on the seat next to him, looking absolutely terrified. He kept quiet and stayed still, trying not to add to her fear. It was hard though, he could sense that she was injured, and the instinct to heal her was difficult to resist. Yet he knew they'd all have to tread carefully with this one, none of them wanted to spook her too much. Or too much more, at least. He couldn't help but laugh softly as she recoiled from Jason, right towards him. He had reached in and lifted her out, helping her to stand, which meant he could get a better look at her injury. She tried to pull away, which was something that always annoyed him. These humans never seemed to understand that he only wanted to help.Holding her firmly, he studied her face and eyes. No wonder Jason had asked them to bring the car, she was clearly concussed, and her cheekbone likely fractured. He nodded at his brothers, letting them know it was bad enough to require hi
Ashallia groaned softly as she stirred, her stomach joining in shortly after. She was starving. She stretched, before opening her eyes to see an unfamiliar room, 'Where..?' she thought, until her eyes fell on the man seated opposite, and she remembered clearly. She froze, as he was looking straight at her. "Hey," he said softly, with a friendly-seeming smile, before glancing quickly across from him. Her eyes followed, and fell on creepy guy seated on the couch with her, his hands on her feet in his lap. Gasping softly, she sat up suddenly, grabbing the edge of the couch tightly as she expected another wave of dizziness. It didn't come though, and the man opposite smiled wider, "You're okay now," he said reassuringly, "and safe." He glanced at creepy guy again, who was still just staring at her. She stared back at them both for a long moment, the room feeling full of awkward tension. The weird atmosphere was broken somewhat as a third man, the driver, jo