The Supernaturals

Chapter One

“Hey, Blake?

“Yeah?”

“We should go to Florida this summer.”

Blake Griffin squinted their nose up, eyes squinting at their roommate. They were both carefully sprawled on the couch, legs resting against one another’s with one arm around Blake’s neck and the other across their stomach and a cheek smooshed against the curve of their breast just above their heart. Long, silky black hair spread over their shoulder, tickling the side of their throat and their jawline, but the warmth radiating between the two was just too comfortable to break the connection yet. It wasn’t an untypical question for the girl to ask of them but it was one that Blake didn’t quite like thinking about. After all, what was the point in thinking about life after death? Her roommate was even an atheist! She should automatically assume there’d be nothing but she always asked this question, always conspiring with Blake late at night and this question would keep Blake up for a few hours. She KNEW it would keep Blake up yet she asked in anyhow. Bitch.

“Oh, come ON!” Blake groaned throwing their head backwards against the back of the couch, their jaw clenching for a moment feeling that gaze on her. Silent. Waiting. Using their free hand to reach up rubbing their eyes, they couldn’t help but sigh out tiredly as the scene on the TV changed painting the room in a white blue light and Blake allowed their gaze to drop to their roommate’s questioning gaze. “You just want to go down there to see Amara, don’t you?”

Atlas Morales, their roommate of four years, giggled guiltily but the smile on her lips was nothing resembling remorseful in the slightest bit. In fact, it was quite devious if they were reading it right. “Oh, YOU come on! It’s been months since we’ve seen Amara! That shitty webcam doesn’t count either and you know it! It’d be fun to go and see Amara! Plus, he’s going to be sealing the deal with Coralie any moment, I feel it in my bones.” A victorious, even knowing grin pulled at her lips while Blake stared at her quirking her brows up. “Plus, Delilah is such a little cutie and you know it! How big do you think she is now?”

“Big enough.” Blake replied shortly turning their gaze back to the TV. “You know it’s hard for me to skip out or miss summer classes, Atlas. YOU can go see Amara this summer, you don’t have to drag me with you all the way down to Florida.” Their tone was dry, dismissive and their gaze pulled away from the grinning hopeful face of their roommate as they studied the TV. Why the hell was Florida brought up anyways? Was it because they were watching a movie that reminded Atlas of it? Or was it a sneak attack that she had planned to spring on Blake? Either way their answer was clear.

“Blaaake! Come on! Summer is four months away!” Atlas whined rolling over on top of Blake, arms coming up to cress cross behind Blake’s neck and tilting their head downwards to face the girl’s but Blake trained their eyes on the TV. They knew what would be coming next and their heart began beating quickly. “Blake, don’t you want to have fun? Don’t you want to see Jessie again? Freya? How about Finn? I know for a fact Quinn had been asking about you on Facebook the other night.”

Atlas’ tone was placed carefully between a whisper and a questioning, imploring tone that brushed against their jawline due to the girl pushing herself up closer to her throat. A throat that with such thin skin was no doubt tantalizing to their roommate. Her breath was quiet puffs against their throat, breathes that sent shivers don their spine and fingers kneaded at the back of their neck to loosen the sudden tightness there. Not that it was any surprise. Blake’s own breath hitched as their head skipped, an involuntary reaction at how close the breathes were getting to her skin and they felt their stomach squeeze with such wild butterflies that it took everything not for them to tilt their head back. It was a ploy, a trick that Atlas had used against Blake in the past and it was one that they both enjoyed for as close as they were as friends they always flirted along those edges of ‘What if?’ with one another. It was a surprise, honestly, that Blake was gasping and gulping for air with the warmth of those pouting lips so close to her skin, so close that they could feel the tips of Atlas’ lashes tickling her skin and those breathes were growing uneven.

Atlas wriggled on top of them before pushing herself up onto her knees pulling away from Blake’s throat though it was easy to read the desire, the longing in those eyes. Truthfully, Blake didn’t have feelings for Atlas. Not in a long shot. But Atlas was beautiful, wild in that beauty and almost sinful in her actions and Blake was only human so they would naturally crave for more and long for that finally flirting movement that would dissolve the world. They were human. They wanted what they couldn’t have, craved for what they could have and desired for the impossible. Upturned, brilliant forest green eyes stared down at Blake. A green so piercing, so deep and endless that Blake could feel their head begin to spin slowly the longer that they stared into those green eyes and the longer their eyes met the more distinct the glowing ring around Atlas’ eyes became obvious. A glowing, vibrant green that rimmed those round black pupils. Pupils that, at that moment, were dilating into large pits in the green as she stared down at Blake though her gaze skated down their cheek right to their throat where their pulse was flying.

Blake licked their lips before taking a deep breath to ease the tightness in their chest. “When’s the last feeding you had?” They tried to smile but it was hard when those glowing eyes were staring down at their throat with a hunger that was beginning to sparkle through the heated glow of her eyes. “Um, Atlas? When did you feed last? Do you need a pick me up or something?” Still the gaze remained lock on that flying pulse point, lips parting with quiet breathes as that glowing ring around her pupils burned with a fever intensity and Blake squirmed. “Atlas?”

Jerking, Atlas blinked though that brilliant feverish green ring remained around her wide pupils their roommate shook her head then tilted it with a playful smile tugging at the edges of her lips. “I might go hit Chris up, see if she’ll let me get a hit. Sorry, I promise I’m in control.” However instead of returning her head to Blake’s chest she climbed off of her roommate snatching her phone off the coffee table and an apologetic look crossed over the girl’s face. “I’m sorry, I really am. Don’t know what got into me just then.”

“It’s fine.” Blake replied shrugging their shoulders but the blush that had been crawling up their throat began staining their cheeks with an intense heat that made them want to cover up their face and hide it away. Atlas was peering at them curiously only to turn her gaze away when Blake shuffled upwards into a sitting position and reached a hand out to touch the back of her roommates only to frown when Atlas flinched away. “Atlas, I’m fine. It’s fine. Nothing happened, like you said and you’re in control, right? It was literally nothing, Atlas! Don’t feel bad, okay?”

“I AM in control but I still shouldn’t have let that happen.” Atlas grumbled to herself as her thumbs flew over the screen, walking around the coffee table blocking the light from the TV for a moment before walking towards the front door. She bent down plucking her ballet flats up sliding her feet into them then turning her gaze to her phone screen and pocketed it turning to Blake smiling awkwardly now. “I’ll be back, Chris is waiting for me. Don’t wait up, it could take a little while and you got class in the morning, right? Maybe you can get Charlie to come over for the night.”

There was a tone of a very powerful suggestion in Atlas’ voice that made Blake frown tightly at the girl while they watched thin fingers reach up pulling the lock chain open then flipping the main lock with a click. The door wheezed open just enough for Atlas to slip out then shut the door behind her before rushing off to the second floor of their apartment building no doubt right into Charlie’s apartment block to get some relief. Blake never tempted nor tortured Atlas’ thirst nor did they want to ever trigger it but that just then? That was fucking weird. Atlas never said she had any sort of feelings towards them or their blood but that was a new reaction, new in the way that it made Blake feel a rush of awkwardness that had never been felt before. What did they do now? Blake knew that they could let this change things just a smidgen or they could ignore that it had ever happened. It had happened for what they thought was only a very brief moment between them and hadn’t lasted longer than five minutes they were sure of it.

Taking a deep breath Blake turned their gaze to their own phone sitting on the coffee table, the purple casing catching the light of the TV screen and glinting from the light it cast. Shifting forward with a grunt, Blake used their fingertips to grab at the screen sliding it across the coffee table and palming it before sitting backwards pressing the power button lightly then unlocking the screen. Of course, Chris, along with Charlie, had sent them texts but Blake honestly didn’t feel like inviting Charlie over like what Atlas wanted for Blake knew they’d be going to bed any time now. It was the first time they’d been left alone.

Blake sighed out digging into the couch cushions for the tiny hit remote that they knew had slipped down there and wrapped their fingers around it once they could reach it and tugged it out. Hitting the button, the lights switched on with their bright white setting washing the walls in a bleach white that made everything too bright, too close and Blake squinted as they changed the channel to one of those shitty background TV shows. Crossing their legs they sent a quick text to Chris, a reply to Charlie and one to Atlas explaining once again that they didn’t think much on what had just taken place and that it was fine but after getting a ready notification but no response they sighed. Atlas was more sensitive about how she treated Blake than Blake really cared about.

They knew that they didn’t have any feelings for their roommate and best friend but Atlas was more paranoid about Blake’s safety than they were and the fact that Atlas could have ripped their throat open just then didn’t scare them in the slightest bit. Rooming with a vampire teaches a person what to expect and what to fear in four years. They didn’t mind that Atlas had been thirsty just then but Atlas cared as she should but Blake really hadn’t felt threatened. Hadn’t felt a drop of fear just then. No, there had been maybe fascination? A curiosity?

Whatever the hell it was that it had been all Blake knew as that they hadn’t been terrified of Atlas. The glowing green still vividly shone before their eyes and they had to admit that such a dark green surrounding that vivid green had been absolutely stunning and they couldn’t help but wonder what other vampire’s eyes would look like. Would they be just as stunning? Probably. It’s not every day that you go walking into a vampire or stumbling across a coven but Blake was deeply curious about the eye thing like they always had been. Well, still no response from Atlas. Might as well get a drink and a snack, find something to watch while eating that snack and go through the bed time routine that they had. Blake grunted as they stood up.

Trudging into the kitchen they decided that the first unhealthy option at that moment would be a mountain dew and a handful of cookies to scarf down before heading to bed which had then licking their lips to wet them before approaching the cookie jaw. They stuck their hand inside grabbing a handful of cookies, walked to the fridge tucking their phone against their breast and opened the fridge grabbing a can of Mountain dew and shut the fridge with their hip. Walking back to the living room they climbed onto the couch once again, folding their legs underneath them and placed the cookies into their lap while cracking open the can with a hiss.

Lifting a cookie up biting into the hard treat the crunching in their ears was louder than the TV at that moment and once they finished the cookie in two more bites, they washed it down with the mountain dew locking their eyes to the TV. Shitty late-night shows were the worst yet they were the most fascinating things on late at night. It was almost like watching Full House, Friends or George Lopez early in the mornings hours when Nick at Night is about to finish up their late-night viewings of those old seventies shows.

It was a thing you could hate or love when it popped up. For Blake these late-night shows were the worst, horrible and unentertaining but it was like a slow car accident; you just couldn’t look away despite knowing what the situation or outcome was going to be. Damn, Blake was really thinking tonight huh? Their thoughts were too intricate for a late-night drama show. Sighing out Blake tilted their head backwards as they yawned out loudly and checked their phone to see a reply from Charlie sitting there for them and a new one from Atlas which was a relief. At least Atlas would reply and as long as she did Blake would breathe her relief. It truly was notoriously interesting to have a vampire for a roommate, now wasn’t it?