||Your||Move|| (How I Fell In Love With A Vampire) Ch.13

I groaned and pulled my arms up to my eyes, rubbing them and trying to overcome what was left of sleep.
The first thing I noticed was the sunlight. The brilliant, blazing sunlight shining through the window. My window, really.
After Skyler told me what he was, all I could do was gasp.I could believe in vampires and warlocks and frickin' pixies, but how had pheonixes not come to cross my mind?You'd assume being a human girl suddenly overcome with mythical creatures and fictictious figments of our imagination, I'd be open to anything. Or at least be able to handle it when I meet a new creature.
Guess again.
I sat up in bed, facing the shining window. It hadn't rained in a week.
Something was up.
I walked downstairs in the tiny country home, where Skyler had taken me to "live."
He said he would keep me safe until somebody-else- came looking for me.
I really, really liked Skyler. He was sweet and flirty, the polar opposite of You-Know-Who. And he took care of me. Made me feel safe. Something our boy failed to do.
I walked into the warm, shining kitchen, and saw Skyler standing with his back to me, cooking something.
As I walked closer, I realized he wasn't using any household appliances, as usual. Just standing with a cold metal pan that held two raw pieces of bacon in his hand, and inhaling sharply.
He saw me creep up before he let out his breath, and smiled at me with his eyes. I smiled back.
He exhaled quickly, his breath coming out in the form of billowing blue fire, igniting the cold pan and scorching it. I jumped back quickly, my heart racing by the millisecond.
Man, I never could get used to that.
"Sorry love," he said, laughing. He still held the burning plate; I could tell it was probably 145 fucking degrees, on account of the fact that the handle was a scarlet red color, and his pale hand was gripped around it. I almost yelled at him to drop it and save his hand from burning, but I saved myself at the last minute.
I had forgotten: he was completely immune to heat. Everything he touched felt cold to him, which was probably because he was hot all of the time. He was like a lighter waiting to be flicked on: one touch, and that was all you needed to send him over the edge. He wasn't tempermental, at least not with me.
But I knew that if someone ever got into a fight with him at a bar or any local place, there would be bloodshed. Lots of it, too.
I sighed and shook my head. "Skyler, you've really got to stop doing that."
He laughed, his shaggy blonde hair glinting in the morning sunlight, which only seemed illuminated by the cheerful yellow walls and a vase of daisies that was placed on the table. I conceded a mental laugh. What a girl.
He flopped the pan over on a plate, and tossed it onto the white Formica table as I plopped down. I had shoved the bacon into my mouth before either one of us could blink.
Skyler looked at me with surprise, and then laughed again.
"Easy there, mate!" he said.
I opened my mouth in faux disbelief. "You are so not calling me a pig!" I exclaimed, my mouth full of half-consumed bacon.
He just shook his head. "You are something else, Remylisa," He muttered, and rolled his eyes.
"Which prompts me to ask you something," he began, sitting across the table from me and stealing a slice of half-chewed bacon from my plate.
I just looked at him.
He took a deep breath, and said "It's been a long time since I met someone like you. You're not like other girls, Remy." He stopped. Spoke again: "No, that was cheesy. What I'm trying to say is--" His voice was cut off by a loud clattering and quick, lithe footsteps.
I looked at him in alarm. There wasn't supposed to be anyone else in the house.
Skyler rose from the table and faced the door, his arms placed warily at his sides to advance on our little intruder.
I waited patiently as the footsteps quit, and then picked up again, louder this time. Before I knew it, a strong, lean body was making its way through the doorway, and no amount of time could've prepared me for the face, the memories, the vampire that I was sure that had forgotten me. But he was there, looking more beautiful than my mind could've served him justice. He had on a black, tight T-shirt over faded, dark-wash jeans. His amber hair really sparkled in the sun, and his violet eyes betrayed no emotion when they arrived on Skyler, but was alive with action when they fell over me.
Zakk released a deep breath, relief washing over his flawless features.
"Remy," he breathed, extending a hand, and then taking a step forward. But Skyler blocked his way.
"What, exactly, do you think you're doing, bloodsucker?" he spat. I'd never seen Skyler like this, and I couldn't accept it in my unprepared state of shock.
Zakk tore his eyes away from my disbelieving face, and fell on Skyler's with rage.
"Coming back for my girl, Tweety." He hissed.
Apparently, these two had met before. What happened to friendly rivalry? Or that they'd fought in wars together? Well, maybe not them specifically, but their species must have.
Skyler scoffed, bringing me back to my unbelievable reality.
"Your girl? I don't think so."
Zakk smirked, and looked at Skyler with hypnotizing eyes.
"Just because I was a little delayed doesn't mean this is a game of Finders Keepers."
Skyler's grip tightened, and his knuckles turned a deadly shade of white. It hurt my hand just looking at it.
"And where were you, Dracula?Robbing some poor farm girl of her bloodwhile I took care of her?"
Zakk clenched his teeth, and his deadly canines extended. They were so dagger-like and long that they cut into his bottom lip.
I vaguely noticed the sun disappearing and the sky turning a gloomy overcast outside the kitchen window.
"Look here, Big Bird, but I don't-" Zakk was cut off by my yell. My stressed, angered words pouring from my mouth like silk before I thought about what I was saying.
"How dare you to fight about me while I'm standing right here!" I fumed, my fists clenching as tight as Skyler's.
Both boys stood with surprised expressions flitting across their faces. Red flames licked their way out of the tip of Skyler's fingers, but his eyes betrayed no emotions.
"I am not a posession, you jackasses. I hardly fit into a box with a bow." I pointed to my head in exasperation. "Does this look like a head that needs a bow?! I'm not frickin' Mary Poppins! So will you two pansiesshut up and listen to me?"
It was eerily quiet after my voice stopped, my words hanging still in the air. And the, in a blink, Zakk was on me like atiger after a gazelle, holding me, running his fingers through my hair. Without my consent, my body reacted as it always did when he was around, holding me as affectionately as if he'd always done it, like he was born to do it, like it was natural. My heart raced, my palms sweated, my mind overanalyzed everything and oddly, my vision became hazy. Who would've known the side effects from smoking weed could co-exist peacefully with the side effects of being within touching distance of an incredibly hot vampire?
Not me, that's for damn sure.
I opened my eyes and saw Skyler glaring at Zakk's back like he was mauling me, not hugging me.
Zakk said nothing, and just held me there for a while. I daydreamed about standing there all day, but realization washed over me and I pried myself away. He let go, but not without reluctance in his touch.
"Remy...?" He asked, the voice of an angel's. And I almost gave in.
Almost.
I shook my head. "Where were you?" I accused, my previous anger returning. I noted that Skyler looked finally pleased that I had stepped away from Zakk, not hiding the smirk on his handsome face. I waited patiently, observing Zakk's face.
He dropped his gaze to the floor. "I couldn't find you," he muttered, almost ashamed.
I said nothing, waiting for more. He gave it to me.
"I'm so, so sorry Remy. If only you knew-" I interrupted him.
"If only I knew?! Did you honestly just say that? Please correct me if I heard those words come off your lips!"
But he didn't deny. He just stood there, taking my anger full-throttle.
"Do you have any idea what it's like to be alone?" I whispered, my voice suddenly taking on a dangerously low sound. I was surprised to find my voice was hoarse and my chest ached.
My heart hurt. Physically, too. The pain was enough to rip my chest cavity open and leave me bleeding, and I was sure it was happening internally.
I shook my head. He didn't know how it felt.
"I waited Zakk," I hissed. "I waited for days, but you never came."
He looked up at me, pleading my eyes with is own. But I didn't let up.
"I called for you, Zakk! I needed you! I was being tortured, everday, and you weren't there!" My eyes were filling up, and the pain in my chest ripped wider.
"Remy, please forgive me. I tried, I really did. Your scent was mingled, I couldn't think straight, I was angry--"
"And I was alone!" I yelled, filling the kitchen with my cries. Everyone was silent. Skyler stood against the wall, watching me with concerned eyes.
"But you're not anymore," Zakk said, so quietly I was almost positive I couldn't hear him. But I had, andI didn't want to believe it. I shook my head again, the pain in my ribcage rippling.
Zakk walked over to me, and put a pale hand underneath my chin and lifted it up. I didn't want to look at his beautiful face; I fought it. But I forgot he was so, incredibly stronger than me and in the end, he, of course, won. I was forced to glare at him through hazy eyes, wondering why he was being so sensitive. Shouldn't he just run back home to Red?
"Like I said, Remy," he whispered, holding me again. I basically collapsed in his arms. "I'm not leaving you. You're not alone anymore. I would've given anything to be in His position right now; the one who got to you first. But I didn't. And I can only hope you can forgive me for that."
I assumed he was talking about Skyler then, because the pheonix looked up surprisingly at Zakk, and then questioned me with his eyes.
I wanted to believe Zakk was telling the truth, so I did. I laid my head on his shoulder and breathed in the scent of him. And, unsurprisingly, the scent that made Zakk, well, Zakk was emanating from his shirt. It immediately calmed my thoughts and cleared my head like a the sun over a fog.
I pulled away after a moment though, because I wasn't completely sure I could trust Zakk. I had faith in him, but I wasn't positive he wouldn't run back to Red and forget me again. I feared that, somewhere in the back of my mind. And I realized that I trusted Skyler completely, and I knew he wouldn't hurt me. I didn't want to let go of Zakk, but I didn't want to hurt the nicest, most trusting person I'd ever met.
I brought my eyes up to Skyler's which were surprisingly blank. He stared at me for a moment, taking me in, and then stood straight and walked over. He stood shoulder-to-shoulder with Zakk. Two beautiful angels that were vieing for the attention of a boring, plain human chick. How ironic.
I took a deep breath, and let it out slowly, trying to slow down my accelerating heart.
And then I spoke.
"I want to try something," I said carefully. "In the golden days, they called it dating."
They looked at me incredulously. "Dating?" Skyler questioned, his mouth open.
I nodded. "Yeah, you know, dinner and a movie? A romantic walk on the beach? Have you ever seen a chick flick?"
He didn't say anything.
"So I've decided to do this the right way. Instead of making you battle to the death for my hand or whatever, you'll be...competing." I finished the last word with an heir of confidence, and the boys knew what I meant. Zakk smirked.
"I want to be treated like a freaking lady," I said. "I want wine, I want candles,I want passion."
Zakk butted in. "Well Remy, I could give that to you anyway-"
I held up a finger. "Shut up, prettyboy." I said. 'No amount of seduction will make me choose you. There's no getting out of this one." Skyler smirked, and I glared at him.
"So, now that we have that settled, can I get on with my day?" I asked. "I have a bloodsucker and a tempermental duck that'll be after me for a while, and I figure I might as well enjoy my alone time as much as possible." I turned and stalked from the kitchen.
Zakk and Skyler stood quiet for a minute, glaring at each other.
"You not up for it, ducky?" Zakk asked, challenging.
Skyler scoffed. "Oh boy, I'm already ten steps ahead of you." He stared him down with the same allure of menace.
Zakk smiled. "Then I'm already eleven, hotshot."
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Geeze, that was a long chpater to write!.
It's like 2:00 am mann, and i'm wasting my time on the Internet when I could be catching up on some precious sleep.
Sayonara, fellow fans.
I'll update tomorrow or Friday.
Sincerely,
Mngmnt.