Two- HomeA Chapter by ♪Kinnixk ♫
That was it. I knew my brother had something to do with this. I yank my jacket from the closet and walk out the door. “I’ll be back at midnight,” I mutter to the threesome.
“RICHARD! Get back-!” The door slams shut during Anexi’s threat. I growl, he is going to pay. I slam the apartment door as well; I stalk off into my car, and drove off.
It took me a good three hours to get back ‘home’ but I think it’ll be worth it. Damian certainty had a lot to explain. I’m thinking I would just punch his lights out. Kidnapping and abusing an innocent young teen and turning a human without their consent was against law. It wouldn’t be hard to take on Damian; he’s drunk off his a*s half the time and high on the other half. I slap the wheel in frustration. Of course he would do this. It was typical. Finally I see the brightened mansion up ahead and park on the corner. I was still furious; I tore myself through the gate and into the house. One unlucky female servant was walking past me. She took in my expression and shrinks against the wall, “Y-you’re Ma-Majesty…”
I grab a fistful of her brown locks and pull. She cries out as her head is literally yanked by the roots as she exposes her throat to me. “Where’s Damian?” I say lowly in a voice that even I was frightened of.
“T-The bar, Sir!” tears streak down her face and her heart pounds, “He went to the bar! Please Sir; you’re hurting me!”
I loosen my hold a bit. “How long ago?” she doesn’t reply; she just bites her lower lip. I pull her hair again as my temper rises as she refuses to answer me, “How long ago?!”
“An hour ago! He left an hour ago!”
“Arschloch!” I curse and release her. She falls onto the ground, paralyzed with fear. I step over her and start running east. Screw the car; it’s another thing that would tick me off. I finally enter Mike’s Bar; the one place where 99% of the time you’d find my idiotic older brother. The first two things I see was my brother and his friends with empty beer bottle scattered around them and they were cheering on a girl dancing on a pole. I stalk up behind my brother; “Damian.” my voice is even and cool. At the sound of his voice he turns around.
“Hey little brother!” Figures. He’s already drunk. “Guess what I gots,” he grins wolfishly. He waves green dollar bills in my face. “Cold hard cash.”
“My friends need to please themselves. And I gots me the perfect lady.” He makes a big show of counting his money.
I smile, “Would it be by chance that blonde I just saw walking down the street?”
“WHAT?! She ain’t supposed to be outside! She’s supposed to be in my basement!” he turns to his friends, “Which one of you unlocked it?!”
My suspicions confirmed, I bring my arm back and thrust it forward. With a satisfying crack, my brother groans and falls sideways onto the floor. His friends laugh stupidly. Ignoring them, I spin on my heel and walk calmly back to my car. I get inside, start it, and pull off the curb.
I was exploring the living room. Actually, Axel and Anexi were out to eat something and I was here by myself to look around. There was a flat-screen TV, two couches and in the corner was a huge piano.
I blink and go toward it. I place my fingers on the keys and randomly push them down, making the notes produce through the air. I sit down on the stool and continue playing random notes, to someone who hadn’t heard music in years, it sounded pretty good, even when it was out of tune.
“I didn’t know you could play the piano,” a soft voice spins me out of my concentration. I didn’t even hear him come in. Again, I was filled with anxiety, forgetting that Anexi said I could live here and yes of course, I could touch things.
“I’m so sorry!” I jump up, facing Richard.
My temper subsided once I saw the familiar street that I lived on. I swear, one of these days I was going to lunge for the juggler instead of punching his lights out. I park my black Mustang and walk into the apartment. Right then and there I knew I needed a snack and I was too damn lazy to hunt tonight. I open the fridge and grab a bottle when music stops me.
Leaning against the wall, I see the blonde girl from before sitting on the piano running her fingers over the keys randomly. I knew the piano was desperately out of tune but I had to give it to her: she had an ear for it. “I didn’t know you could play the piano,” I say quietly.
She startles and whirls in my direction with the music ending abruptly.
“I’m so sorry!” she whimpers and backs away from me and the piano. “I didn’t mean to-“
“What’s wrong?” I step into the room, shocked by her reaction. “Why did you stop?”
“I’m not supposed to touch anything,” she whispers as her back hits the wall. She looked so pale, fragile and scared. I walked until I was in front of her and she cowers as if she was expecting to be hit. I reach out and wrap my arms around her. She flinches violently, and then relaxes as she realizes I wouldn’t hurt her in any way.
“What has he done to you?” I whisper into her golden locks. The rhetorical question hangs in the air as the girl relaxes more into me.
“Sarah! Sar- what the hell…?” I release my hold rapidly and turn around. Anexi was glaring at me like I had grown three heads or something.
“She was scared,” I mumble, as if that explained everything.
“Yes Anexi?” the girl replies.
“What did you call her?” I ask curiously.
“It was what she wants to be called,” Anexi explains.
“Okay then…” I blink sleepily as Sarah walks into the kitchen. Anexi looks at me, “I thought you said you’d be back at midnight.” she shrugs. “Are you hungry?”
I shake my head, “Not really. Just tired.”
“I’m taking Sarah on her first hunt tonight. Wish us luck.” Anexi goes into the kitchen.
“Have fun,” I mumble. Even through the wall I knew she could hear me. I stumble quietly into my room and shut the door. I fall onto my bed and just as quickly fell asleep.
“You’ll have to learn.” Axel said from behind me. I jump two feet and hear him laugh as he moves around me to hug Anexi as if nothing happened, although his smirk says different.
“Actually…” Anexi looks out the window. Thunder rolls as raindrops fell from the sky. “I don’t feel like hunting tonight. Let’s do it tomorrow.”
Axel shrugs, “Okay.” he yawns. Anexi smiles and kisses his neck and I smile.
“We’ll show you tomorrow. First door on the left is your room.” Anexi said as we walk to the hallway. “Good night.”
I open the door to my room and close it behind me. On the floor next to the door was a box that had clothes for me to sleep in. I quickly strip and pull on the faded blue pajamas. The shirt took me a minute to put on; in my struggle to slide it over my head my elbow hit the door with a soft knock.
Someone groans from the bed. I’m not going to lie and say that I didn’t jump twenty feet in the air, because I didn’t see him before. “Gott…was ist?”
I don’t answer. Richard sits up and rubs his eyes. He opens them and his eyes lock on mine.
“Sarah?” his voice was coated with sleep. “What are you doing in here?”
“I- I thought- Anexi said-“he cuts me off.
“It’s okay,” he smiles. “You can sleep here for the night.”
I mirror his smile. “Thanks.” I sit in the corner and lean against the wall. I close my eyes.
“Sarah.” he sighs. “Come onto the bed.” I open my eyes. He was watching me. He smirks, “I don’t bite. Seriously.”
I stand up and walk over to the edge of the bed. Richard’s eyes were closed and he took deep even breaths, which I guess meant that he had fallen asleep. I debate whether or not to climb into the bed. I could feel the warmth from the blanket beckoning me. Temptation wins my silent debate and I slide in under the covers. Warmth surrounds me and I bury myself deeper into it. Richard rolls around onto his side, facing me. Too late I realized that he was shirtless and my heart pounded weirdly, like it was going to burst out of my chest. I blush furiously and turn over, glad that he didn’t see that.
God, what's wrong with me? I think and close my eyes.
Somewhere deep inside me stirred another voice that replied. Everything.
© 2012 ♪Kinnixk ♫
Added on May 5, 2012
Last Updated on May 13, 2012
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