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Story: Ache For Her
I watched as she tried to smile. The look behind her eyes was still dead, detached with no feeling behind it. Galen had saved me from what she was going through now. He took me from my mother, gave her a proper burial, and then showed me what life with a family could be like. We may not have been the traditional family, but we were one. What Delilah had couldn’t even be considered that. It was all a fucking lie.
If mine and Delilah’s situations were reversed, Galen would’ve torn the city apart trying to get to me, yet there was no one in Delilah’s life who would do that for her. It was sick, and sad. Maybe everything I thought I knew about our kind was a lie too. Those were just basic instincts I thought came natural to everyone, but that wasn’t true. What if we did have the capacity to love differently like Galen was telling me?
I couldn’t believe the words that were about to come out of my mouth, but they came out anyway and I couldn’t snatch it back even if I tried. I felt compelled to say them. “I’m sorry.”
She glowered at me initially, but then her face changed.
“Not about taking you,” I said immediately. I would never apologize for that. I meant every fucking part of that because I still wanted revenge on her worthless grandfather. Maybe even more so now.
“I knew you weren’t talking about that,” she said softly. “But about what?”
My jaw tensed as I thought about how to word it. “I guess I’m sorry your grandfather’s a fucking dick. He’s something worse than that, but I don’t even think there’s a word in the English language that describes the type of foul being he is.”
She sat back on the couch and wrapped her thin arms around herself. “I don’t think he’s going to come for me, Simon,” she said matter-of-factly like we were running a business transaction. She looked up after I didn’t say anything, her gaze catching on mine. “What are you going to do about that?”
The answer was easy. I was going to fucking kill him. What to do with her though? Now that wasn’t going to be an easy answer. The thought ofherpetrified me, but it was because of what I saw when I looked at her.
Fuck this. It was a good thing I hadn’t replaced this chair yet because my claws ripped new gouges into the fabric of the arms.
I wanted to scream my frustration into the night. I had half a mind just to jump up from the chair and slit her throat and be done with it. That way I wouldn’t have to worry about what the fuck I would do with her. I could just carry on with what I’d been doing, leaving my emotions out of everything. Everything would be a hell of a lot easier if I didn’t have to look at her or think about her.
My fingers tensed as I thought about it. It would be so easy to move across the room to do it. She wouldn’t even have time to react. I wouldn’t even have time to react. All I had to do was tell myself it was okay. Then, as soon as Delilah was out of the picture, I could return to Greenie’s and do what I’d set out to do—kill the fucker. He deserved it now more than ever.
My claws descended, and the familiar rage swept through my body. I told myself it would be okay. Three seconds tops and then it would be over with. Then I wouldn’t have to deal with this anymore.
No matter how much I tried to talk myself into it though, I couldn’t make myself move. I ran a hand down my face. “Fuck me.”
She eyed me, confused.
She didn’t even know the half of it. This was all getting too much. I couldn’t decide what to do, so there was only one thing to do. I needed help. “You want to go somewhere?”
“Go somewhere?” Her eyebrows arched into her forehead.
“Yeah. I need to go see someone, so you have to come with me.”
“O-okay,” she said. “When?”
“Now.”
She got right to her feet and pulled her bathrobe around herself tighter.
Well, that won’t do, I thought as I eyed her. I held up a finger and then ran from the suite. I was good at sniffing out young women. Perfume led me straight to a hotel room down the hall from me. I hurried inside, raided a suitcase on the bed and pulled out a pair of jeans and a shirt that looked like something Delilah could wear in her other life.
When I returned, she still stared at the open door. I walked up to her, holding the clothes out. “Here. Now get ready.”
Her hair was almost dried now, and I couldn’t resist pulling my fingers through it as she stared at me in shock. “Where are we going?”
I crossed my arms over my chest. “To see Galen.”
Her jaw locked, but she did as I asked. She walked from my grasp and toward the bathroom. Returning a little while later with an outfit that looked like it was made just for her, she stopped just in front of me, hands on her hips as if she was ready to take on anything.
Made just for her?
Fuck. I was in some serious shit.
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If mine and Delilah’s situations were reversed, Galen would’ve torn the city apart trying to get to me, yet there was no one in Delilah’s life who would do that for her. It was sick, and sad. Maybe everything I thought I knew about our kind was a lie too. Those were just basic instincts I thought came natural to everyone, but that wasn’t true. What if we did have the capacity to love differently like Galen was telling me?
I couldn’t believe the words that were about to come out of my mouth, but they came out anyway and I couldn’t snatch it back even if I tried. I felt compelled to say them. “I’m sorry.”
She glowered at me initially, but then her face changed.
“Not about taking you,” I said immediately. I would never apologize for that. I meant every fucking part of that because I still wanted revenge on her worthless grandfather. Maybe even more so now.
“I knew you weren’t talking about that,” she said softly. “But about what?”
My jaw tensed as I thought about how to word it. “I guess I’m sorry your grandfather’s a fucking dick. He’s something worse than that, but I don’t even think there’s a word in the English language that describes the type of foul being he is.”
She sat back on the couch and wrapped her thin arms around herself. “I don’t think he’s going to come for me, Simon,” she said matter-of-factly like we were running a business transaction. She looked up after I didn’t say anything, her gaze catching on mine. “What are you going to do about that?”
The answer was easy. I was going to fucking kill him. What to do with her though? Now that wasn’t going to be an easy answer. The thought ofherpetrified me, but it was because of what I saw when I looked at her.
Fuck this. It was a good thing I hadn’t replaced this chair yet because my claws ripped new gouges into the fabric of the arms.
I wanted to scream my frustration into the night. I had half a mind just to jump up from the chair and slit her throat and be done with it. That way I wouldn’t have to worry about what the fuck I would do with her. I could just carry on with what I’d been doing, leaving my emotions out of everything. Everything would be a hell of a lot easier if I didn’t have to look at her or think about her.
My fingers tensed as I thought about it. It would be so easy to move across the room to do it. She wouldn’t even have time to react. I wouldn’t even have time to react. All I had to do was tell myself it was okay. Then, as soon as Delilah was out of the picture, I could return to Greenie’s and do what I’d set out to do—kill the fucker. He deserved it now more than ever.
My claws descended, and the familiar rage swept through my body. I told myself it would be okay. Three seconds tops and then it would be over with. Then I wouldn’t have to deal with this anymore.
No matter how much I tried to talk myself into it though, I couldn’t make myself move. I ran a hand down my face. “Fuck me.”
She eyed me, confused.
She didn’t even know the half of it. This was all getting too much. I couldn’t decide what to do, so there was only one thing to do. I needed help. “You want to go somewhere?”
“Go somewhere?” Her eyebrows arched into her forehead.
“Yeah. I need to go see someone, so you have to come with me.”
“O-okay,” she said. “When?”
“Now.”
She got right to her feet and pulled her bathrobe around herself tighter.
Well, that won’t do, I thought as I eyed her. I held up a finger and then ran from the suite. I was good at sniffing out young women. Perfume led me straight to a hotel room down the hall from me. I hurried inside, raided a suitcase on the bed and pulled out a pair of jeans and a shirt that looked like something Delilah could wear in her other life.
When I returned, she still stared at the open door. I walked up to her, holding the clothes out. “Here. Now get ready.”
Her hair was almost dried now, and I couldn’t resist pulling my fingers through it as she stared at me in shock. “Where are we going?”
I crossed my arms over my chest. “To see Galen.”
Her jaw locked, but she did as I asked. She walked from my grasp and toward the bathroom. Returning a little while later with an outfit that looked like it was made just for her, she stopped just in front of me, hands on her hips as if she was ready to take on anything.
Made just for her?
Fuck. I was in some serious shit.
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Chapter Ten