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TWENTY-ONE | WATERCOLOURS
I pushed my way through the spiralling branches of a mother tree, and settled myself on a fallen log a little way behind it. I could still just about see the building through the sheet of greenery, but it was distorted, blurred.
There were a number of tiny, speckled mushrooms growing beside me. I bounced my fingers along them, tapping each in turn, desperate to distract myself from the conversation that was surely about to happen. Skye’s expression loomed in my mind’s eye, and I felt my heart ache as I thought about the fear in his handsome face.
The pillars of light stretched into the forest, tickling the damp toes of my once-white shoes. I stretched my legs out, and then jumped so hard that I almost fell off the log I was precariously balanced on. Skye was beside me, a finger held over his sinfully curved, full lips.
He didn’t say anything, and I narrowed my eyes at him. My eyebrows pulled inwards, fu
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"Oh?” I grinned. Skye led me over to his car, and I was pleased to see that it was almost as run-down as mine was. It had faded, peeling grey-blue paint, and it was spotted with rust around its wheel arches.“Yeah,” he said, his chest puffing out. “I thought it would be nice to get to know you a little better. But I know that you’re new here, so you probably don’t know the town that well, and I also know that you don’t eat. Though I don’t know why you don’t eat,” he added, giving me a sly, sideways glance.I shrugged. “I’m just not hungry, I suppose.” Technically, I thought, that wasn’t a total lie. I didn’t get hungry – but I did get thirsty.He shook his head at me, but he was smiling. He yanked open the car door with a creak, and I slipped inside. It was cramped, and I wondered how he fitted his long, broad body in here. My legs were scrunched up against the dashboard, and I was a good foot or so shorter than he was.There was a tiny, handmade wolf charm hanging from his rear view m
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We held hands as we walked down the high street, his palms cool and smooth against my own. I felt small beside him, but safe – his grip was strong, but not too tight, and I knew that even had I not been utterly capable of protecting myself, he would step in and rescue me. It was a heady, giddy sensation, and I found that I rather liked it.My coffee cup was still hot in my other hand, but cooling rapidly as the darkness drew in above us. The glow of the lamps was warm, and the strings of fairy lights made the autumnal trees glow orange. Crisp, fallen leaves crunched beneath our feet.“So,” Skye said, scuffing the toes of his shoes into the leaves, one by one as he took each step, “did you leave Hollowbridge because of – of what you are?”It was an innocuous enough question, but I knew that it was a segue into a conversation I wasn’t sure I was ready to have. But as I gazed up at him, tall, broad, but leanly muscled, with a softness to his face, especially around his eyes and lips, I kn
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“V-vampire?” He repeated. I felt his back muscles tense, and then my hands were left cold, frigid, as he stumbled backwards.“Yeah,” I croaked, looking down. I felt ashamed, and then I felt the sting of imagined tears pricking at my eyes, and burning the back of my nose. It wasn’t my fault.“Are you – are you telling me that’s what you are?” He asked, very quietly. Too quietly.“Yeah,” I repeated, my voice barely louder than his. “That’s what I am.”His fingers trembled as he pointed to my mouth. “I – I kissed you. But your teeth… you hurt people, Ellis.”“You said it wouldn’t change things,” I whimpered. “And – and I don’t. I never have.”“We’re taught about you. We have
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“Maybe we should go somewhere else to talk,” I whispered.“Maybe,” Skye agreed. He stuffed his hands into his pockets, and gave me a sideways glance. “I really am sorry, Ellis.”“It’s okay,” I said, and it sounded more natural, more convincing, this time. “I was scared of you, too, in the beginning.”“You never hurt me like that, though,” he muttered. His gaze dropped, ashamed. Then, before I had a chance to say anything, his eyes were burning, blazing gold, and staring into mine. “No. I won’t talk like that. It’s not fair on you. It’s my fault, not yours. You don’t need to make me feel better about what I did, what I said. It was a bad reaction on my part. But… I can explain.”“I think we’ve both got a few things we need to explain to each other,” I said, pulling
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