Insecurities

Yolie:
—The spell is designed to protect me. Every time you try getting closer to me, you will be struck by lightning, Juanita!- I laugh, I can't help it. These two months in Greece have transformed me into an evil bitch.

I run to Kira, tapping her gently on the cheeks but she doesn't react. She is unconscious. I would try lifting her up but she is taller than I am, therefore heavier than I could bear. I bite my thumbnail, I should go and take a look lest Mister kidnap has been taken out, thus saving me the job, but I don't want to leave Kira alone.
Patrick walks slowly down the beach. His face is bloody and his black clothes are in rags. Behind him comes Alex. The condition of his clothes is the same as Patrick's.

He hasn't been physically harmed, thank goodness. I breathe in relief.
Patrick reaches Kira's unconscious body and lifts her in his arms as if she weighed like a feather. He looks at me for a moment.
— Sas efcharistó. (Thank you) - he whispers and turns his back to me, taking Kira away.
—Parakaló. - (You're welcome) - I answer behind his back.
Alex approaches me, a furious expression on his face.
What have I done now?
— Alex what...
He won't let me finish, wrapping himself around me like poison ivy and thrusting his tongue deep down my throat. I fight to push him away. I push him to no avail. He bites my lip and I scream in pain. Breaks the kiss and moves away. I take the opportunity and slap him. Hard.
I brush my lower lip with my fingers and yelp when I realize it's bleeding.
—Why the hell did you do that, are you an idiot or what?!- I yell at him.
Doesn't respond. He simply comes back to me, kissing me again. This time he isn't furious, he seems rather desperate, pressing me against his erection with one hand and pulling my hair with the other. He groans, pitifully as he licks my injured lip.
*Ah, he's hungry. The fight must have left him weak or something. Should I...? No, fuck it! Warm up a bag and leave me alone!*
I break the kiss, stepping away from him. My lip has stopped bleeding. He looks at me with bright, shiny golden eyes.
*Hmmm, so my blood does that. Wow.*
I turn my back on him, heading back to the Villa. He materializes in front of me, scowling at me. His arms are crossed over his chest.
—I won't allow it.- He hisses furiously. - I won't allow Vlad to get within eight inches of you.
—What the hell are you talking about?
He comes closer to me. His body trembles, he is tense and his posture denotes aggressiveness.
—You know very well what I mean.- he growls through his teeth. - I won't allow it, I won't let you offer yourself as Vlad's toy!

Alex:
She frowns at me. God she is so beautiful! Staring at me all angry and haughty. We're standing right in the exact spot where I made her come in my mouth two months ago. My entire body trembles with desire.
By all the fucking gods of Olympus! How I miss being able to touch her. I die for her kisses. I miss hearing her moans, I'm desperate to feel her come under me.
I lost her. I am aware of it. She is going to help me, she is going to set me free but she will never kiss me or allow me to touch her again.
When I heard her consider the possibility of... Zeus!
When I heard her think of Vlad, I felt a dagger plunge into my black heart.
I ripped off that guy's head like ripping paper.
I haven't gone yet and she is already planning to replace me. To imagine her spreading her legs for another, kissing another, moaning the name of another, coming while shouting the name of another ... hurts like fucking hell!
I shake my head a couple of times trying to shake off the rage and sick jealousy which blinds me.
I don't know whether to laugh or cry. I've awakened her true nature, before she came to me she was naive and innocent, now she is a woman who enjoys carnal pleasures freely and won't take long finding lovers. Emphasis on the S.
—Kataraméni magissa! - I bark.

Yolie:
This is the last straw. The very conceited pig of a man has called me "bloody witch." He's... he's... a fucking pain in the ass that's what he is!
I take a couple deep breaths. Time to give him an educational talk.
—Alex, look. - I adopt the tone of voice and facial expression I would use with a recalcitrant patient.-What I thought at that moment I didn't think seriously. I was just giving myself a motivational speech. Jeez, I'm trying to get out of a toxic relationship with you. Do you honestly think I’ve the desire or even the strength to go and jump into another?
He seems calmer, relaxing his expression a bit but continues with his arms crossed over his chest.
—You have to accept it. At some point I'll find someone else and...
He hisses.
Oh, oh I shouldn't have said that.
—Well then, if you don't like the idea, you're screwed! What do you think? That I'm going to cry for you for the rest of life? Arggggg.
I walk in the direction of the Villa. Alex remains standing in the spot, Jeanne cryes disconsolately, crawling on her hangs and knees a few meters away.
—Take care of your friend Jeanne and leave me alone. Ok? - I bark.

000

Sir Henry Parkes has come with a score of soldiers. I must say that the angry faces of those guys scared me. Jeanne and her thugs have been chained up and taken away. Patrick explains to me that the chains are made of titanium and that it will be impossible for the prisoners to break them.
They have been put on a kind of air ferry and taken to the island of "La Cacatúa" or something like that. Sir Henry not only maintains order among Australian vampires, he is also the warden of said prison for rogue bloodsuckers.
In the end I felt sorry for poor Jeanne, in tears and sibling her heart out she begged me over and over again not to hurt Alex, to leave him alone.
She is definitely crazy. She has to be. I'm not forcing Alex to anything, he is the one who wants to ... well, go.
Supposedly the prison they are going to is a kind of artificial hole that measures more than ten thousand kilometers, the prisoners are separated by sections and the cells arranged in the form of a labyrinth, they are also fed live chickens. Apparently that negligible amount of blood is keeping them alive but not strong enough to escape.
Anyway, I decided to return Jeanne sight but not to lift the other spell. It gives me some comfort knowing she won't be able to get close to me without being struck by lightning. I wonder if I should have bewitched her minions as well...
After the convicts have been taken away Patrick has locked himself in a room with Kira. I don't even want to imagine what they are doing.
I smile mischievously.