My Beloved (15 page)

“Oh, you think I’m unprofessional? Well, right now I may be, but if I see someone going after my case, aka you, I’ll kick their asses so bad! You’ll be so impressed, you’ll jump in my arms and demand I take you like the closet freak I’m sure you are.”

Again she gasped and decided she had enough. Straightening her shirt, she glared at him. Even if he towered over her, she was thoroughly pissed at him for talking to her the way he did. “You’re disgusting!” she spat and got to the door but stopped when he called her name. Why was he such a pushover?

“What?” she said shortly and tapped her foot, waiting.

He put on a puppy dog face and looked at his hands. “I’m sorry,” he muttered.

She studied him for a moment before nodding to herself and sighing. “It’s not fine, but I accept your apology. I really need to go though. I’ll see you around.” She just made it out to the all when he said, “See you later, cutie!” She cringed and whipped around to make sure no one heard, and luckily the hall was deserted.

“This man is going to make my eye twitch if I’m not careful,” she mumbled to herself and headed off to class. Hopefully, Darcy already informed Vincent on who was looking out for her so she wouldn’t have to explain today. And she prayed he wouldn’t ask her about anything to do with Asher. Wendy hardly thought he would be okay with the way he was acting toward Wendy, even if Asher claimed it was only innocent.

Wendy

"How's Markus doing?" Wendy asked, talking on her cell. She was making her way slowly home, not really looking forward to being all alone with Vincent.

Her mom sighed but chuckled. "He's up and about, hitting on the poor defenseless nurses."

Wendy chuckled and shook her head. Of course Mark would go back to being a complete flirt only a day after his surgery. Any normal person would be lying in bed, groaning in pain, but Mark always hated being strapped to a bed. "Hit him over the head with a newspaper next time you see him doing that. That usually works," she joked and laughed when her mom snorted.

"He'd need a spray bottle. I swear that boy is nothing but a bag of hormones. It's a wonder I'm not a grandma yet." Wendy stalled outside her front door just a few moments longer to speak to her mom. "How are you, sweetie? Your Dad said you were acting a little funny this morning."

Wendy wanted to hit herself in the head. Of course her dad would mention it to her mom! They talked about everything! Shaking her head of the thoughts, she thought of an answer. "Yes, I'm alright. Just stressed about catching up with school." Again the guilt gnawed at her, at the feeling of lying coming easier to her. That wasn't a good attribute to have. Digging into her pocket, she fingered her keys for distraction. She was prolonging the inevitable. Her aches throughout school were dulled thanks to late last night or early this morning's bite. It was still there though, and she knew once she saw him her body would respond in the most embarrassing ways.

"Oh, I knew you shouldn't have stayed the first night. What's done is done though, I suppose. Just don't stress out about it too much, okay? You'll be back on your feet before the week is through."

Wendy was going to retort when a flashy car suddenly skidded to a loud, screeching halt in front of her house. Her fingers went to the necklace as she hastily got the keys out only to find the door was already unlocked. Of course it would be! Vincent was here, after all.

"Uh, Listen, mom, I got to go! Talk to you later, love you!" Wendy hurried out and was about to make a run back inside when the person stepped out of the car. Since all that has happened, Wendy has become quite paranoid and the fast car that happened to stop outside her regular house was not something that happened often.

"Ugh! I cannot believe that vampire!" Anya hissed as she stalked by Wendy without as much as a 'hello' and went inside. Gaping, Wendy followed in silently. Anya was pacing back and forth on Wendy's modest tan carpet, muttering to herself. Her newly brown hair was shimmering after her steps in fluid movements. "No good dirty vamp-" She was cut off by an alluring voice.

"What is going on here?"

Both girls jumped to see Vincent standing on the steps. Wendy panicked about the sun but she only just noticed how there were blankets covering the large windows.

Wendy's mouth went dry when she saw he was shirtless. Seeing that he donned nothing but some sweat pants that somewhere in her brain registered as one of her brother's, she licked her dry lips. Her neck began to throb at the sight of him, which had her quickly shaking her head. This was absurd! She had control over her body! Wendy's eyes shot up in surprise when Anya pointed at him in anger.

"You! Do you want to explain to me why Darcy is such an ass?!" She fumed and then continued pacing.

"What the hell did he do?" Wendy wondered out loud, bewildered. It was nice seeing a familiar face and seeing Anya was back again, but it didn’t look like her own doing.

"He cut me off! The credit cards that were in MY name, and he managed to cut them off! I swear I'll kill him! I'll-"

Wendy put her hands on the angry woman's shoulders to calm her down. "Breathe. Just calm down for a second. Don't you have a bank account?" she asked her, trying to not ruffle her feathers. It didn't seem to work though, because Anya got angry all over again. Okay, wrong thing to say, she thought.

"He froze everything! I only have two-hundred dollars cash on me, and that won't get me far! What? He thinks just because I have no money, I'd come crawling back to him?! Wendy, I'm staying here with you."

Wendy looked at her, startled at her abrupt change as she stared back at Anya.

"W-What? Anya, you can't just stay here. What about my parents-" Wendy was cut off by the sound of Anya's phone ringing. Vincent looked on amused and stepped closer to her. Feeling shaky, Wendy hastily turned and sat on the couch, but Vincent was next to her within a second. She gave a startled gasp and tried to scoot away but he caught her by the waist and held her to his side while playing with her hair.

"Yes, hello, Jim?" Anya started, causing Wendy to tune in. Was Anya talking to her father?! "I'm so glad you got my message! How are you? Good! I was hoping I could stay at your house with Wendy? My house is being fumigated and my parents are staying at this hotel out of town, and it would take too long to get to school. Thank you so much! I will, bye." Anya snapped her phone shut and stared pointedly at Wendy.

"You....uhg, I don't even know what to say! You don't quite look to be in high school," Wendy muttered and unknowingly leaned her head onto Vincent's shoulder for support.

Anya gave her a sly grin. "It's all in the way you act, Wendy dear. Now, where's the guest bedroom?" she asked with a slight huff.

At times like these, Wendy wasn't sure if she liked her or not. "Upstairs to your right," she muttered and snuggled more into her vampire, suddenly feeling tired. Her neck didn't hurt as much if she was touching him, which was a relief. Anya flounced upstairs to find the bed she'd be sleeping in.

"I found the most peculiar thing this morning..." Vincent trailed off. Wendy frowned when she could detect amusement in his voice.

She wracked her brains and sat up abruptly with a loud gasp. "No, you didn't!" she said with wide eyes and covering her mouth. Her face was already turning a shade of red.

"I didn't know you weren't as innocent in the mind as I once thought. Those books... they sure to paint a vivid picture."

Wendy groaned and covered her face as her elbows rested on her knees. She stiffened though when she felt his lips close to her ear.

"They were quite erotic..."

She shivered from the low timber in his voice. He sat back though and when she peeked through her lashes, she saw he was smirking. Rolling her eyes, she tried to maintain some dignity. "I read them for the plot line," she half-lied. The plot lines were usually pretty good, but saying that was like saying a guy watches porn for the plot as well.

He ignored that statement though and looked at her with a predatory glint. "I especially liked the one about the vampire."

If Wendy thought she couldn't get any more red, she was just proven wrong. "T-That was a birthday present from Jamie." That was true... didn't mean she didn't read it.

"How did you like your new teacher? Darcy tells me she is great at what she does." Vincent changed the subject when he saw how uncomfortable she was.

Wendy froze though. Darcy told him her teacher was a she? Did he enjoy making Wendy suffer?! Vincent noticed her change in posture and instantly become suspicious.

"She was there, wasn't she?"

Wendy fiddled with her fingers and trained her eyes not to look at his toned chest. It was a difficult feat, and should be rewarded with a medal! "Y-Yes... the teacher was. The teacher explained why they were there on my behalf."

Now Vincent's eyes narrowed. "Why do you keep saying 'teacher'?"

Pulling at the collar of her shirt, she felt suffocated as if she was in interrogation. Standing up quickly, she threw her hands up. "Fine! My teacher is a guy! Alright, he's a guy! Not a girl! And he called me cute!" She snapped her mouth shut, realizing that that last little tidbit wasn't meant to come out.

"What?" His voice was low and sounded dangerous.

She gave out a shaky laugh. "J-Just kidding. I-" She stopped when he stood up and towered over her.

"He complimented you in such a way?"

Wendy could do nothing but nod. "B-But he was just doing it for laughs! I'm sure he didn't really mean it..."

She was rooted still by his piercing gaze that had her entranced. "Oh, I'm sure he meant it, Firefly. Which is why I'm going to wring Darcy's neck tonight. I specifically said, no males!"

This new revelation made Wendy angry as she stepped away from his hold. "What? You don't trust me?" she asked with some attitude.

He shook his head with a wry chuckle. "Yes, of course I do. But you are so oblivious to the male population around you! Some of the younger males in your school better be grateful I don't beat them to a pulp with what they think of you."

This made Wendy laugh. "Oh, very funny!" Wendy crossed her arms, refusing to believe in what Vincent was telling her. It was simply impossible. If that were true then why on earth has she never had a guy ask her out? She didn't notice how close Vincent had gotten until she turned her head to face him, only to meet his chest. Before she could pull away, he held her to him and brushed the stray strands away from her face.

"Any man would have to be blind not to notice the incredible blue in your eyes, or the way your hair seems to captivate every aspect of light. How your skin is soft as rose petals and just as delicate, or how your lips scream and beg to be kissed and tasted. I even retract about only blind people would be unable to see, because just hearing your soft, sweet voice would have them gravitate to you. You, my dear Firefly, are completely unaware of your beauty, which makes you that much more sweet."

By the end of his little speech, she felt ridiculously lightheaded. He bent his head to kiss her softly on her lips. She whimpered from the overwhelming feeling that bombarded her. His words were like a warm blanket that wrapped around her and his lips sent her body into a hot frenzy. Her neck began to throb in time with her pulse, making her groan and try to get closer to him. He responded by pulling her body to his. His fingers released her hair from her hair tie and delved into the blonde tresses like it was a need. This kiss started out as a sweet innocent gesture but was quickly becoming something more. His tongue swept across her lower lip, making her whimper and open for him immediately. She couldn't get enough of his sweet taste. It was crisp like mint, but was as sweet as chocolate. Completely addicting by its own right, she clung onto him and by her body's own accord, she hopped up and wrapped her small legs around his sinewy hips.

Growling that reverberated deep within him, she felt it through his chest, making her shiver. She broke away for air. "Please!" she begged and turned her neck for him. He wasted no time before he pierced her flesh. She nearly screamed from the feeling of pleasure that coursed through her. She opened her eyes and in a daze, she realized they were now on the couch with him over her. She moved her hips slightly and with a gasp she realized just how excited he was. He moaned against her neck before pulling away with labored breath. His eyes were completely black while his lips were stained with her blood.

"Careful, Love. Do that again, and you'll be getting much more than you ask for." The dangerous tint to his words only further excited her, which had her squirming beneath him. He bent forward and licked away the stray blood that had begun to drip from her fresh bite mark.

Wendy noted that every time he bit her, her heart opened up to him that much more. It was unnerving yet exciting all at the same time.

"Is it safe to come down yet?" Anya's voice drifted down to them.

Wendy buried her face in his neck and tried desperately not to blush. 'Oh God, how much of that did she hear?' she though with a grimace.

Vincent laughed and gave the okay. Anya gave them both a disgusted look, but Wendy could also see longing. Was she thinking of Darcy?

“The sun goes down in just another hour. When Darcy gets here, which I'm sure he will be here, I'm going to put a wooden stake through his leg."

Wendy quirked an eyebrow. "Leg? I thought to kill a vampire you have to make it go through the heart?" she asked, looking from Anya to Vincent.

"True, but it will hurt like hell. And Vincent, don't you dare tell him either!" she said and went into the kitchen, helping herself.

Wendy looked at Vincent with her eyebrows up, but he just looked amused. "He needs the throwing around every once in a while. I look forward to it in fact, especially after what he pulled today. I'll have this teacher gone by tomorrow and a FEMALE teacher in place."

Wendy sighed and rolled her eyes. "Don't do that, Vince. From what I can tell, he'll be a good asset. He tells me he's a reformed vampire hunter, and from what I can guess, it means he has speed."

Vincent got off of her and began pacing, much like Anya was doing earlier. "He not only sent a male guard to watch over you, but a vampire hunter as well?! He has completely lost it!" Anger coated his voice, making Wendy cringe. No, he did not sound happy at all.

"H-He said a reformed vampire hunter-"

Vincent cut her off. "Reformed?! Ha! It's in their blood to destroy our kind! You can't just be 'reformed'! Never mind Anya staking him, I want a piece of him too!"

Blowing out a large breath, Wendy heaved herself up, feeling drained, no pun intended. One minute Vincent was finding things funny, the next he's sweet, then turned on, then angry.