Chapter 4
The rest of the night was spent hunting with little luck. As soonas the sun began to show itself the pair of vampires headed indoors. When Demitri and Kennedy arrived at the bar, it was deserted except for the bartender. It was a good thing Demitri wasn't very hungry. He couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. It was taking his appetite away.
Kennedy had no problem convincing the bartender to go in the back with her so she could feed. Demitri set to mixing his own drink.
Light was streaming in through the windows. Bars always looked strange in the daytime, though it explained why no one was around. The town they were in was small enough to prevent people from publicly drinking in the morning on a weekday.
Demitri had no such qualms. Kennedy came out from the back and sat down at the bar in front of him.
"You're very tense. You need to relax some Demitri." Kennedy said. Demitri frowned. Kennedy honestly expected him to relax?
"You're very tense. You need to relax some Demitri." Kennedy said. Demitri frowned. Kennedy honestly expected him to relax?
"Seriously, what are you so worked up about?" Kennedy asked. Demitri frowned at her. Kennedy knew very well what was bothering him. She was just in one of her moods were she was trying to provoke him into doing something. Normally Demitri played along, but not today.
Demitri grabbed one of the drinks and stalked away from Kennedy, going to sit at a table by himself. Was Felicity okay? She'd been upset earlier. It bothered him that she wouldn't go outside with him, but he thought her understood her reasoning. He wished he had been able to explain himself to her, but Demitri was never very good with words. What was so coherent in Demitri's thoughts lost most of its meaning every time he tried to speak. Demitri closed his eyes and sighed.
He knocked back his drink, slamming the glass down on the table. He couldn't take it anymore. He was going back to the house to check on Felicity. Maybe if she wouldn't go outside she wouldn't object to him staying with her in the basement for awhile.
"I'm going back to the house." Demitri said shortly, not looking at Kennedy. A man opened the door to the bar and walked inside.
Kennedy licked her lips. "I'll stay here."
Kennedy licked her lips. "I'll stay here."
the sun was fully risen as Demitri drove back to the house. Kennedy would be stuck in that bar until nightfall or until Demitri felt like going back to get her. Whichever came first.
If Demitri still had a heart, it would be racing. As soon as he entered the house he smelled Jackson. His brother's scent was mixed with the smell of whiskey, blood, and death. The door to the basement was wide open and Jackson was nowhere to be found. Demitri raced down the stairs, his eyes wide as he saw what was one of his biggest fears transformed into a grim reality.
His surprise quickly melted into anger. Jackson would pay for this with his own life. The coward probably knew it too, and that was why he was gone. He had been for several hours, which meant Felicity had been left alone and bleeding on the floor.
Demitri was at her side in a flash, checking to see how strong Felicity's pulse was. He could tell she'd lost a lot of blood. Thankfully there had been a long enough break in between feedings for her body to recover what she'd lost in the months before. Otherwise Demitri could tell she wouldn't have made it. Felicity's eyes fluttered open for a moment. She stared at Demitri before letting out a tiny sigh, her eyes closing again.
Demitri lifted Felicity carefully. He was going to get her out of here today. There was no safe way to tell if Jackson was still in town now that the sun was up. Right now it didn't matter. Felicity was not going to spend another day in this place. Demitri would not allow it. He had a house about eight hours away where they could stay. Felicity would be safer there. She could recover from today's ordeal. Demitri didn't know if he could ever fully let her go; however, she would have more freedom. Demitri left his brother's home. He would only come back if he had to.
Kennedy, stranded at the bar, was playing foosball by herself when her phone rang.
She walked away from the game to answer it. Demitri was calling. Her mouth fell open a little in surprise as Demitri spoke. He was coming to pick her up and they were going to his house in Riverview with the girl, who Jackson almost killed and the only reason Jackson wasn't dead was because he ran off. Damn. Jackson was as good as dead. Kennedy's suspicions about Demitri's feeling towards the girl were no longer suspicions. Maybe he didn't know it yet, but Kennedy could tell he was in love.
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If this chapter seems iffy, it is because it refused to exit my brain when I sat down to write it. Though I must say, it came out better then I expected. Normally I write the chapter and then take my screenshots, but this time I had to do it backwards because this chapter had to be written.
If this chapter seems iffy, it is because it refused to exit my brain when I sat down to write it. Though I must say, it came out better then I expected. Normally I write the chapter and then take my screenshots, but this time I had to do it backwards because this chapter had to be written.