Chapter 70
“No, why would I be. I had my fun with him. I am with Michael now. Talking about Michael; does he know you are with Paris?” Ann asked.
“I think so,” Katelina said but knew she could not tell Ann the whole of it.
“What do you mean you think so?” Ann chuckled.
“Never mind,” Katelina said.
“Who are you talking to?” Ann heard Paris’s voice.
“Ann,” Katelina admitted looking Paris over who had nothing, but a towel wrapped around his waist coming from the bathroom.
“Why?” Paris asked.
“She is just checking up on me,” Katelina said.
“I will leave you to it then but don’t put your heart and soul into him. Remember what he did to me,” Ann said and hung upped the phone.
“What I did to her?” Paris questioned since being a vampire came with good hearing and he could hear Ann’s words.
“Forget what you heard, Ann just said. Actually, forget that you saw me on the phone,” Katelina was quick to compel Paris and slipped her phone out of sight.
“Where were we?” Paris asked and walked over to Katelina, wrapping his arms around her, and pulling her in for a kiss.
***
‘Can’t believe I am all alone on a Friday night,’ Ann thought and got up from her bed, wondering where Jessica was at.
Ann decided to dress up and go party. ‘There must be some frat party somewhere,’ Ann thought while painting her lips red.
Ann didn’t have to go far to find a party. “Just my luck,” she thought when she noticed Shysie at the same party. ‘Should I leave? I don’t want Michael to think I am stalking him,’ Ann thought and looked around for him. ‘Maybe I should make friends with her?’ Ann wondered and made her way over to where Shysie was standing, lazy against a wall with a drink in her hand that she was not drinking. Shysie recently found out that not only can she eat and drink food, but she can exist in the sun.
After chatting about nothing specific, it was clear that Michael was not at the party.
“So, where is your boyfriend?” Shysie asked, wondering why Michael was not with Ann.
“I was going to ask you the same thing?” Ann chuckled uncomfortably.
“Me?” Shysie asked, confused.
“I saw the two of you leave class together,” Ann said.
“You think Michael and me?” Shysie laughed.
“Well, um. Why is that so funny?” Ann questioned.
“Have you looked at you and all his other girlfriends? Dark hair: all of you,” Shysie laughed and walked off. ‘Where is Michael?’ Shysie thought and the moment she was out of sight she sped over to the higher council to look for Michael and get to the bottom of his strange behavior.
Shysie went to his room first, which was formerly his brother’s, Torvald.
“Michael?” Shysie asked outside of the door and felt the door. She found it open and stepped in, not scared that she will get trapped in some sort of confusing spell like when it was Torvalds’s room.
“Fucking my brother now?” Torvald’s voice gave her a fright.
“Torvald?!” Shysie gasped. “What have done?” Shysie questioned, immediately jumping to conclusions.
“Nothing,” Torvald chuckled deeply. “Yet,” he added and sped over to Shysie, sinking his teeth into her.
After he had his fill, he pinned her down on the bed and had sex with her. Shysie didn’t fight him, since she loved sex with him. She loved the way he took her.
“I see you finally discovered what you are,” Torvald said after he had his way with her, but before she could respond he spoke again. “Why did you not come to visit me?” Torvald asked.
“I was banned from the dungeons,” Shysie said.
“Where is my brother? I have been waiting very long for him,” Torvald said, getting dressed.
“I came looking for him because he was acting strange,” Shysie said and followed his lead by getting dressed.
“How is my favorite lycan?” Torvald asked.
“Deacon?” Shysie confirmed.
“Who else?” Torvald asked and sat on a chair in the corner, like he always used to do.
“Chasing after Jessica like a love-sick puppy,” Shysie chuckled and sat on the bed, looking at him. “How did you escape?”
“That is none of your concern,” Torvald chuckled.
“So, you did manage to escape, but why don’t you get out of here?” Shysie questioned, swinging one leg over the other.
“Because I want to kill Michael and all his bitches followed by the rest of the prehistoric,” Torvald stated flatly, as if it will be the easiest thing in the world.
“Why are you so set on killing your own kind?” Shysie asked, trying to understand.
“Another thing that is none of your concern,” Torvald said.
“Then tell me something that is my concern,” Shysie sighed and stood up.
“Paris ran off with Katelina,” Torvald informed her.
“Katelina?” Shysie hissed.
“I bet you didn’t see that coming,” Torvald chuckled.
“Why are you taunting me?” Shysie spat.
“Because you left me to rot your stupid whore,” Torvald said and sped over to where she was staying and wrapped his hands around her throat, choking her.
Shysie struggled against him, but gave up when he compelled her.
“Stop fighting,” he compelled her and watched her eyes grow big as she struggled in silence. “Find me Jessica and bring her to the old compound, the place where I held her mother all those years ago,” he ordered her and shoved her away before speeding off.
Shysie found her feet, still in shock. ‘Do I find Michael?’ she wondered. ‘Perhaps get favor with Deacon?’ she planned her next move but ultimately, she knew it was best to stick to Torvald and sped back to varsity to Jessica’s dorm room. When she found it empty, she took a sniff and focused on Jessica’s scent. Obviously, Jessica’s scent was all over the place but eventually, she ended up in the bathroom and saw dark brown hair on the floor through the cubical door.
Shysie took a hand full of hair and pulled Jessica out from under the cubical by her hair.
“What happened to you?” Shysie questioned and lifted Jessica up, grateful that she didn’t have a spirit wolf anymore. Shysie sped off into the darkness of the night.
***
Michael was more concerned about finding Katelina than his brother. He knew only of one vampire that could help him track Paris and Katelina down and that was a vampire named Merch. Michael knew that Merch had beef with Paris and might be happy to have permission to settle the score.
Paris stole Soroya from Merch. Almost a millennium ago, Paris and Soroya met, shortly after Paris was made a vampire against his will. Shysie was so obsessed with Paris that she pretended that she killed Soroya, of course, Torvald helped her with it all. Soroya ended up with Merch, her memory wiped.
“What brings the vampire king to my side of the world?” Merch asked when Michael was brought into his compound, into his living room that looked more like a throne room.
“I believe we have an enemy in common,” Michael started, not taking offense about the fact that Merch didn’t get up from his chair.
“I don’t have any enemies,” Merch chuckled.
“So, you are not angry at Paris for stealing Soroya?” Michael set the bait.
“Being angry at someone does not make them my enemy,” Merch chuckled, the defeat of losing his favorite wife, raising anger in him all over again but he was not going to let anyone know about it.
“How would you feel about getting your wife, Soroya back?” Michael tried a different card.
