I've been avoiding Ophelia and Elijah. I asked Mindy to serve Elijah so that I wouldn't have to. After giving me a look that was kind of pitying, she agreed to it. She was probably thinking I found out Ophelia and Elijah were actually dating and because I had this huge crush on Elijah, I couldn't face them. If only she knew the truth.
My necklace--er...the Medallion--wasn't just hot, now it vibrated sometimes almost as if it were trying to talk to me.
As I step out into the chilly, grey evening I pull my coat tighter around my body and start heading toward the car Ida had given me. I wish I could return it and thank her for her kindness, but unfortunately, I don't even know where to start looking for her.
As I walk, I get the oddest feeling I'm being watched. My first thought is that maybe Damien found me. Then, I let out a string of curses because I'm pretty sure I covered my tracks. Then, I remember everything that happened two days ago when I heard Elijah and Ophelia talking. Ophelia had said the Vampires would be awakening soon.
I felt cold all of a sudden. I would prefer to face Damien than to face some undead bloodsucker. When I get to the car, I fumble with the keys and am about to open it when a familiar voice speaks up.
"You've been avoiding me, Natasha."
I go stiff immediately. I take it all back. I would much rather deal with an entire herd of undead bloodsuckers than to deal with the owner of that voice.
I don't answer him, in fact, I pretend he didn't speak at all and unlock my car door, going to open it. He growls--a low, deep sound in the back of his throat--and slams my car door shut.
"What the Hell do you think you're doing?" I shout, meeting his steely gaze with a glare.
"You've been avoiding me," he repeats, his glare enough to leave a man twice my size cowering. "Why?"
"Oh, I don't know, maybe because I don't like you. Maybe because you seem like a manwhore. Maybe because you seem to get a kick out of annoying me and that pisses me off. I don't know, Elijah, why don't you take your pick?"
His eyes grew dark, the grey of his eyes much like the sky before it rained. He clenched his jaw and sucked in a deep breath, closing his eyes and turning away from me for a few moments.
"Are you okay?" I ask tentatively when he's been turned away from me for a while now.
"You just had to say my name, didn't you?" His voice is deeper than normal. It's rough. Kind of like if an animal were to try to talk.
"What does me saying your name have to do with anything? Who are you, Rumpelstiltskin?"
After a moment, he turned back to me, his expression was calm although his eyes were still a stormy grey.
"You need to be more careful, Natasha," he says, frowning. "A girl just went missing yesterday. They think the kidnappings are starting up again."
Of course, I knew exactly what he was talking about. In the archives, it spoke of beautiful girls all over Lacome Cove going missing. Some people who claimed to have witnessed the kidnappings swore dragons had kidnapped the girls. Of course, the stories were so weird, the police didn't believe them and to be completely honest, I didn't either. But after what I'd overheard between Elijah and Ophelia, maybe those people were right.
"I can take care of myself," I snap at him, getting into the car.
"There are some things even you can't go up against, Natasha." His gaze is so serious in that moment that it freezes me in place. "Go home."
He pushes away from my car and walks toward his own car. It's sleek and beautiful and--much like him--it pisses me off.
Still, I can't help but heed his warnings because I know he's right. There are apparently some things out there that even I can't go up against.