Diary of a Vampeen (37 page)

“I never said anything about dating
Kellan! And I just broke up with you; I don’t have to explain
anything!” I replied, rebelling against his ignorant coercion of
sorts. My blood was curdling; my body reacting to my defense with
an unruly thirst. My hands were beginning to shake as I attempted
to control myself. Had I been a werewolf, I would have shifted by
now. I wanted to lunge at his neck, to shred him.

He’s being irrational
Lexi. Don’t blow your cover over the ignorance and impulsion that
soaks him.

“You need to leave,” I ordered as I
held the front door open for him.

“I’m not going
anywhere.
He
needs to leave, not me! You’re mine!” he declared slamming
the door and pushing me against the wall. Pressing with all his
strength to my shoulders, and standing inches from my face he
proclaimed again, “You’re mine. All mine, you got me?”

I felt his warm breathe in my face;
his arms were clenching my shoulders as if he longed to crush my
bones. I knew had I been human still, I would have been injured by
now. He would have physically abused me, tortured me into surrender
of his will. He was insane, clearly delusional in attempting to
intimidate me into staying with him. I wasn’t human though. I
glared back, unharmed by his attempt though I was angry with myself
for ever considering this boy so seriously as a
contender.

“You think you can get all
sexy and leave me behind? It’s not happening Lex. You’re
my
girlfriend. I’m not
leaving you, and you’re certainly not leaving me,” he stated softly
yet firmly. He reminded me of the Joker – controlled, delusional,
and psychotic with a bit of charm about him and a love of mind
games. I couldn’t allow that to deter my revulsion though. If I was
still human, I would be in agonizing pain. I couldn’t forget that.
My head had smacked the wall with his pounce; his hands were
visibly attempting to displace my shoulders. He couldn’t get away
with such behavior.

I was battling my instincts to drain
him. The serum was now burning, rising and heaving in my throat.
The rage of a victim was raising my adrenaline levels, setting me
off on a destructive tangent. I could easily break him the way he
was trying to break me.

He gave one final slam against me,
“Mine,” he stated with finality.

I broke his hold, lifted my arms
between his forcing outwards in defense. His arms flew out. He
looked at me in shock, fear creeping into his expression. He
realized I was stronger than he calculated.

I heard Kellan fly down the stairs.
Faster than a bullet he was yanking Mike’s arm towards the door. He
began to jerk back but Kellan stood his ground.

“What the hell happened to you Lex?!
What the fuck are you?!” he yelled.

Little did he know he hit the mark. I
stood watching Kellan dismiss Mike like a club bouncer.

“I am anything but yours,” I scowled.
My jaw was set, teeth clenched and body rigid.

“This is not over! You will be mine!”
he declared still fighting Kellan’s hold.

“Didn’t your mother ever teach you to
respect a woman?” Kellan snapped with calm yet sinister
disgust.

Mike cockily replied, “Apparently your
mother never told you not to screw another guy’s girl. Then again
she probably commits adultery too!”

Fear jerked to my forefront. I
envisioned Kellan breaking Mike in half with one swift move;
ripping his arm out of joint with one flicker of negative
emotion.

To my surprise, he dismissed his
accusations. He flung him out the door without as much as one word
in a response. I stood frozen, stunned by his action or should I
say lack of reaction.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m a vampeen. No human can inflict
harm on me now, remember?” I smiled.

He nodded once remaining serious.
“Mel’s waiting for you. I’ll be down here if you need
anything.”

Somehow, despite speaking to me, I
knew there was a quiet storm below his surface. Though I wanted to
embrace him, to kiss him softly in appreciation, I didn’t. I knew
he wasn’t approachable right now. Mike didn’t inflict physical harm
on Kellan, but he did initiate some sort of blow to him. It left me
puzzled. It made me realize that despite our connection, despite
seeing and knowing most of his past, there was still so much more I
had yet to uncover; so many secrets still projecting the same dark
mystery over him.

I ran upstairs as he drifted silently
towards the family room. I burst through my door wanting to escape
the tension downstairs.

“O.M.G. Lex! I heard yelling and a
thud. Kellan looked pissed like he was trying to control himself!
Are you okay? What happened?!” she blurted nervously scurrying to
my side.

I detailed the recent events including
the uneasy feeling from Kellan just now.

“Oh gosh Lex. I’m so sorry,” she
murmured.

“What are you sorry for? It’s not your
fault.”

“No, it is. I brought him
here.”

“Mel, seriously, don’t guilt me with
that. It happened. Good news is he’s gone.”

“Do you think he’s gone for good?” she
pressed carefully though I knew she held the conclusion
prior.

“I know he’s not. But I also know he’s
gone for now and I’m ready to spend time with my best friend who I
haven’t seen in a while,” I smiled. “Now what should I wear
tonight?”

To that Mel cheered up. “O.M.G. Lex,
you are going to look fab! Seriously killer. Your aunt bought you a
dress to die for! It’s so over the top. Oh and you have a hair
appointment at three,” she announced moving towards the bags on the
bed.

“Well what are you waiting for? Let me
see it!” I prompted.

I could only imagine how much Aunt
Claire spent and felt nauseous just thinking about it.

Mel carefully unzipped the white
garment bag and held up the dress that was concealed.

I gasped. It was gorgeous; simple yet
intricate with rich fabrics. I could calculate that the dress would
fall just above my knees. It was a soft, aqua, silk fabric with a
black lace overlay in a beautiful floral pattern with scalloped
edging that overhung the silk at the bottom. The neckline was a
sweetheart with teal spaghetti straps delicately incorporated. It
was a body hugging dress with an over the top piece de resistance.
Attached seamlessly was a teal five inch wide chiffon ribbon
engulfing the smallest part of my waist.

As Mel spun the dress I saw it melted
in the back as an oversized yet stiff bow when the dress was zipped
up. Lying in the center was a gorgeous antique black, gold, and
blue rose broach tying in the entire color scheme exquisitely. Its
zipper had been concealed by a faux corset button up
back.

This was the type of dress young and
fresh European royalty would wear to an event. It’s modern and
turn-of-the-century in one design. Even the lace seemed antique set
atop the imported silk below.

“O.M.G. Mel. You weren’t kidding. It’s
gorge! But what shoes will I wear?” I asked absently still in awe
of the masterpiece before me.

She pulled out a small shoe box from
another bag. Set inside were four-inch high black satin under black
lace peep-toe heels. I stood there stunned by my evening’s
ensemble. It was beautiful, divine in every way.

“Told you Jason will fall for you,”
Mel finally spoke.

“Too bad I’ve never had eyes for
him.”

She chuckled, “Yea. You tend to leave
that for the other airheads.”

“Ok, let’s get started,” Mel said
dumping a salon worth of make-up on my bathroom counter. “So I’m
thinking light smoky eyes, a tiny bit of blush, and pale rose
lips.”

“Sounds perfect.” I quietly set the
toilet seat down and planted myself on top of the ceramic lid. Mel
began blotching my face with a liquid of some sort. “What are you
wearing tonight? Describe your dress,” I prompted.

“Well, your aunt bought me one too but
it’s much simpler than yours. It’s a strapless blue dress that
totally gives me boobs. I love your aunt for that one alone! It’s a
little shorter than yours but flares out a bit at my boyish hips.
Basically the dress actually gives me some curves. I love it!” she
gushed excitedly.

“And shoes?”

“I have some strappy silver
heels.”

“You’re getting your hair done too
right?”

“Of course. I can’t handle my rats
nest alone.”

“Awesome. What salon are we going
to?”

“No salon. Your aunt is no joke. The
stylists are coming here. Oh! And your aunt said no one can see you
until the party so I hope you kissed Kellan already.”

“No, but I’ll survive I suppose. I
just hope Mike doesn’t show up and cause a scene tonight,” I
stated, praying even as the words left my mouth.

“Close em’,” Mel commanded, swiping
the brush of smoky grey across my lids.

“So Caleb, is he meeting you there
then?”

“Yea. Pretty much. Your aunt called
this morning and I guess she already set everything up because
we’re riding together to the party.”

“What about Kellan?” I felt nervous
and longed for him to be beside me even as I asked the question. I
felt like I was missing something without him next to
me.

“He’s driving his car,” she
shrugged.

“I love how you know everything. I
feel so left out,” I whined.

“Duh! Cause it’s a surprise party.
Technically you shouldn’t even know why you’re dressing up so
fancy.”

“Yea, yea. You almost
done?”

“Hello?! It hasn’t even been twenty
minutes. Take a pill and chill. Perfection doesn’t happen in less
than twenty.”

“Humph,” I grumped before resting in
silence for a solid ninety-seven seconds as Mel applied piles of
eye shadow.

“Lex, I know I don’t go serious on you
a lot, but what do you feel with Kellan? Do you think he’s the one
– like your forever guy?” she asked sheepishly. This was odd for
her. Mel was never awkward or shy when it came to getting answers
from me.

I sat quietly for a bit reflecting on
my feelings for Kellan. I’d never been asked to describe them, to
entertain their foundation before. This was a subject I even
avoided with myself. I never forced words around what we had; I
never pressed to define it.

“I know I probably will sound crazy,
but it’s how they describe it in every romance novel. It’s this
instinctual connection that’s unexplainable, yet continually drives
me into his arms. Regardless of how much time we spend together,
I’m always happy to see him again. Every time he touches me my skin
tingles; my heart often sprints when he says my name, even if he’s
mad. He’s stronger than me in every way yet makes me feel like his
equal, like together the skies hold no limits, no gravitational
bars.

“I think about him, dream about him.
He lies in every part of me as if I couldn’t survive without him. I
would be an empty pit of hollow bitterness should he no longer
exist in my world. My life didn’t have meaning until he came along.
It’s like he spelled the definition of it with our first embrace.
When he kisses me, not just a peck, but a passionate embrace, it’s
better than I believe sex will ever be. We merge on an uncharted
level. I’m actually able to hear his thoughts, feel what he’s
feeling in that moment. It’s as if the planets align and do a
counter-clockwise turn just for us. I feel as if I’m impenetrable;
nothing can touch me when I’m wrapped in his arms.

“I can’t even describe how certain I
am that, after feeling all I have with him, nothing could surpass
our experience. Nothing and no one could sweep me off my feet with
a stronger capsule to carry my interest alone. He brings out the
best in me with each part of him he shares. He strengthens my aura
simply with his presence. He tugs my heart with even a twist of his
lips. I desire every part of him. I want to forever see his dimple
when he’s smiling beautifully, hold his hand regardless of the
amount of wrinkles upon it. My heart has made it impossible for me
to leave him; my mind is always thinking of him. I’m forever tied
to this man, yet, I find myself enjoying this sentence.

“I’ve never had a boyfriend before
Mike, never held a man’s interest in this way before so I am new to
it all. But if this isn’t love, I don’t think my heart could ever
handle an emotion more potent,” I smiled mindlessly reflecting the
words that poured from me. I was so involved I didn’t even realize
Mel had stopped her shadow application. I swung my lids open to see
a stunned Mel standing before me. “Told you it would sound crazy,”
I commented.

“Not crazy Lex, just O.M.G! I feel
like I need an inhaler. Damn. I can’t even imagine feeling half of
what you described. Until now I never even believed in a soul mate,
but holy sugar suds if I do now. I hate to say it because I’m super
stoked for you but I’m green with oozy envy right now. All I have
are my dreams of that; my easily squashable hopes at experiencing
an ounce of what you just described,” she sighed.

“Seriously Mel, it’s even more than I
just said, but please don’t be jealous. You are definitely going to
find the same. Remember how long I had to wait? It just takes
time.”