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(38) House Party (Part 2)

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Celeste’s POV

Lazarus had his hands planted on my hips. My arms were wound around his neck. We danced together intimately, swaying to the music. Around us, girls grinded against guys. I looked back at Lazarus uncertainly. I wasn’t very good at any of that, I hoped he didn’t want me to do it.

He chuckled at the fearful expression on my face. “I’m from a different time, remember?”

I nodded at his reminder. I didn’t think grinding was the type of dance people did when he was growing up.

A favorite song of mine came on and I couldn’t help but start bouncing up and down. Lazarus watched me in adoration, with a soft smile on his lips.

We were having such a good time, letting loose.

When the band arrived, we all vacated the lounge and trailed outside. Georgia had a stage set up for them in her large garden.

The lead man was somebody I recognized—a man who graduated from school one year ago. He played at his prom last year. From what I remembered; he was good. All the girls loved him. He had a certain air around him that made girls swoon and drop to his feet. It also helped that he was incredibly good looking. Though, he was nothing compared to Lazarus.

They started with Cake By The Ocean by DNCE. Everyone went crazy. The girls up close screamed and tried to climb the stage. They were too drunk to get on it though.

I danced with Lazarus for a while. When I saw Ellie, Georgia, and a few other cheerleaders, I pecked Lazarus on the cheek and told him I was going to dance with them for a while. Lazarus informed me Marianne and Dexter were here—they had contacted him through their mind link—so he went to find them.

“Celeste! I’ve been looking for you!” Ellie screamed in my ear. Her green eyes were hazy and she wobbled slightly as she stood still. Georgia grinned at me and continued to dance.

I arched an eyebrow, “You’ve been stood here, Ellie. I don’t think that counts as looking.”

She giggled, “No silly, I was looking earlier. But then I found Georgia and she told me you were with Lazarus.” She wiggled her eyebrows excitedly. “Where is your handsome boyfriend, anyway?”

I liked her calling him my boyfriend. It had a nice ring to it.

“He went to find Marianne and Dexter,” I shouted back.

Ellie nodded her head in understanding and turned back to the band. She bounced on her toes happily. “They are so good! This is the best end of year party ever!”

I agreed with her. With Lazarus here, he made it feel like the best party ever.

I spent the next hour with them, laughing and jumping up and down. When I found myself out of breath, I told them I was going to the toilet and shoved my way through the big crowd. I greeted a few people I recognized and made my way inside. Surprisingly, it was still busy inside. People were stretched out on Georgia’s couches in the living room and lingered in the kitchen, pouring drinks. One kid, who was a year younger than me, had appointed himself as the bartender.

He was attempting to flirt with Jasmine. She was clearly not interested but remained for her own amusement.

I shook my head in disbelief and hopped up the stairs to the bathroom. I used the one in Georgia’s bedroom, knowing somebody would be in the main one.

After doing my business, I checked my make-up. Nothing was smeared, everything was fine. I looked different. My blue eyes were brighter—alive. My skin was practically glowing. I had never looked so good before.

I exited the bathroom after washing my hands. As I entered Georgia’s large bedroom, something felt off. Freezing, I scanned the room. My eyes landed on her walk-in wardrobe. It was closed yet it felt like someone was in there, watching and waiting. Goosebumps rose on my skin, the hairs on the back of my neck rising.

Slowly, with caution, I trod over to the wardrobe. I could hear my erratic heart pumping in my chest.

My fingers curled around the knob. I fluttered my eyes shut for a brief moment; gathered my strength.

Quickly, I swung the door open. A body fell down onto the floor and groaned in pain. I gasped and crouched onto my knees. The man rolled onto his front and clutched his stomach painfully.

“Matt?” I questioned in shock.

He opened his eyes slowly and rapidly blinked. “What?”

“What are you doing in Georgia’s closet?” I asked, utterly confused.


“For Georgia?” I assumed. He nodded his head and groaned again. He stank of beer and sick. “Why would you hide in a closet? You could wait downstairs.”

“Because I want her alone.” He replied as if it made a lot of sense.

“I don’t think she’d appreciate you waiting in her closet in this state. If anything, she’ll only kick you out.” I commented, dryly.

“I was hoping she would take sympathy on me. She can’t kick me out when I’m feeling ready to puke my guts out.” He answered and hiccupped.

I jolted back, afraid he was going to puke on me.

“And what if she didn’t come up here? What if she stayed up all night?” I fired questions at me, slightly alarmed by his choices. He still wasn’t on the best terms with Georgia. This could destroy what progress they made. Georgia would flip if she found out he vomited on her carpet.

“I didn’t think of that. I thought I had the perfect idea.” He admitted, sheepishly.

I rolled my eyes at his thought process. Drunk Matt didn’t make good decisions, we all knew that. Including him.

“I can’t leave you here like this,” I told him, sighing. “Can you stand?”

“I think so,” He lifted himself up, holding onto the sides to help him. “Where are you going to take me?”

“Into the guest bedroom,” I said, simply. I wrapped his arm around my shoulder and let him use me for support. Together, we hobbled into the guest bedroom. Matt dropped himself onto it and curled up into a ball.

“I’m going to get a glass of water and a bowl for you.”

“What about Georgia? I still want to see her,” He grumbled, with his eyes closed.

I bit my lip, “I’ll tell her you want to see her in the morning.”

He tried to protest but I silenced him. He was soon knocked out, snoring away. I went to the kitchen and made him a glass of water in case he woke up. I also found a bowl and put it beside the bed. I had a feeling he would be needing it later.

I then looked for Lazarus but I couldn’t find him anywhere. However, I did find Sammy in the kitchen, keeping far away from the self-appointed bartender.

Hoping to make her feel less uncomfortable, I made my way over to her. She looked relieved when she saw me.

“Hey,” I smiled, grabbing a plastic cup.


“How are you finding the party?” I asked, making small talk. Me and Sammy were never close but I would say I was friends with her. She was somebody I could trust.

“It’s good,” She replied simply. “I’m just waiting for Jamie.”

“Oh, where did he go?”

“The bathroom.”

I stood around awkwardly for a minute. She avoided eye contact with me. There was an unsaid thing between us. And it had to do with Jamie.

“You know, I’m glad you’re with Jamie. He needs somebody good like you,” I blurted out. “You two are good together.”

She blushed slightly at my words and tucked a loose strand of black hair behind her ear. She released a long breath. Relief was evident on her face. “You know, I was worried you would hate me. I knew you two had thing going on in the past and I was worried you still had feelings for him.”

“It’s true I once had romantic feelings for Jamie but that all changed the moment I saw Lazarus,” I revealed, speaking honestly.

The corners of her lips quirked upwards. I knew she was glad I didn’t have feelings for him anymore. It would make things awkward between us.

“I’m glad you’re not mad at me,” She laughed.

We parted ways when Jamie returned and whisked her away. I could see they were serious about each other. It may not have been long but they were falling in love.

Suddenly, my phone buzzed. It was a message from Lazarus. He said he was out front and that he wanted to talk to me. Frowning at the strange message, I made my way to the front of the house. Outside the front, it was empty. I could hear the crickets and the band on the other side of the house.

I shivered from the cold but also from the unsettling feeling I felt.

My eyes scanned the area. It was pitch black—I could see the closest house down the end of the street. Parked cars were littered down the street.

There wasn’t anybody here.

“Lazarus?” I called, fear coating my voice.

I got no response.

This wasn’t right. My stomach churned uneasily.

The sound of a twig snapping to my right had my head snapping in that direction. I swallowed the lump in my throat and hesitantly moved towards it.

The further I got down the street, the faster my heart pumped in my chest. My feet stopped at the sight of an upturned trash can in the middle of the road. Rubbish spilled into the street.

Pinching my lips together, I stepped closer and peered over the bin. I screamed when a squirrel popped into sight. I felt like my heart was about to leap out of my chest.

I laughed at my own stupidity.

“Silly squirrel. You gave me quite a scare,” I muttered to it, placing my hand over my heart.

“Well, you do scare easily,” A chilling voice said from behind me.

I spun around so quickly and was faced with a stranger. It wasn’t the scarred man but that didn’t mean he wasn’t a threat. There was something sinister lurking behind his eyes. He did not have good intentions.

“W—what are you talking about?” I stammered, stumbling backward. “Who are you?”

He smiled wickedly at my fear. It was satisfying for him.

“No one important,” He shrugged his shoulders. “But I know someone who is important.”

I shuddered.

“I was sent here to collect you,” He stated.

My throat felt dry and my palms were sweaty, “By who?”

I already knew the answer deep down. It was obvious. It made a lot of sense.

“I think you refer to him as the scarred man, right?” He replied smoothly. He started walking closer to me. Automatically, my feet went in the opposite direction. I remained facing him, needing to know his every move. He continued to talk, cockily. He was enjoying this. “He’s been after you for a while now and he’s getting fed up with your theatrics. Enough is enough. He’s here to collect you, Celeste. You won’t escape him this time.”

“I—I don’t understand why he’s after me. I’ve done nothing wrong. I have no idea who he is,” I stuttered, pathetically. “Please don’t do this.”

My eyes were welling up. I couldn’t see properly.

“I must, dearie. I made a deal with the devil. I’m to help him capture you.” He told me. “Now don’t make this hard on me. I’d like this to go quickly, I have other places to be tonight.”

That was when I broke out into a run. Since he was blocking the way back to Georgia’s house, I sprinted the other way.

“Help!” I screamed in terror. “Help me, please! Help!”

I hoped someone would hear me. There were so many people here, somebody must hear me.

Yet nobody came.

The man caught up to me easily. He had to be a werewolf. If he knew the scarred man, he must have been one too.

Just as the man was about to knock into me and take me to the ground, a gunshot sounded. The noise echoed down the street. I fell to the floor, onto my knees.

Reluctantly, I peeked up through my hair and saw the man falter and look down at his chest where blood was quickly pouring out of his chest, staining his shirt.

When the man lifted his foot closer to me, another shot resounded. I looked behind me and breathed in relief when I saw Marco pointing his gun at the man.

“Freeze!” He ordered the man.

The man ignored him. Marco shot him again when he made another move. And again.

Now blood was coming out of his mouth and down his chin. He finally fell to the floor and coughed violently.

It took a few minutes for him to stop moving. He didn’t move again.

The loud noise of the gun had reached the party. A herd of students emerged from Georgia’s house and rushed over to us. Amongst them was Lazarus who ran over to me. As soon as his eyes fell on me, he picked up his pace.

His arms enveloped me tightly. I buried my face into his chest and breathed in his scent. I clung to him as if my life depended on it.

“Mi amore,” Lazarus muttered, his usual strong voice wavering. His arms were shaking. “Oh, thank god, thank god you’re okay. You are okay, right?”

He pulled away and examined my body, checking my body for any injuries.

“I’m not injured. Just shaken up,” I assured him, forcing him to look at my face.

Everyone else had caught up. People gasped when they saw the man on the floor, unmoving. They all started chatting together, their eyes wide with horror and fear.

Marco spoke into the radio, barking orders to his pals. They soon arrived and cordoned off the scene. Georgia had retrieved a blanket from her house and gave it to me. I wrapped myself around and drank the hot cocoa Ellie made for me. The police ordered everyone to go inside so they could take statements.

Lazarus, Georgia, Ellie, Wilder, and Jamie stayed with me. Marianne and Dexter were to sweep the woods, in case anybody else decided to make an unwanted appearance.

I didn’t sleep that night. I ended up staying at Georgia’s house with Lazarus and my other friends. After taking everyone’s statements, everyone left. The mood was destroyed. Thankfully, nobody got arrested for underage drinking. The police had other issues to deal with than something so minor.

Several officers patrolled the house that night.

When I told Georgia Matt was asleep in one of the guest rooms, she left to find him. She didn’t leave the room.

I was cozied up with Lazarus in bed. Whilst I loved being in this position with him, I was sad it was under these circumstances. Lazarus was sleeping lightly. Every once in a while, he would squeeze me, making sure I was still there.

Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the man’s dead body. I had never seen one before. And I hoped I would never see one again.

I'm sorry for posting a day late! I ended up working an extra shift yesterday and when I got home, I was exhausted. I hope you enjoyed this chapter! My next update will be on Saturday. Have a great week!

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