Daylight - Verbayne +Demonata-Freak (good romance books to read .TXT) 📗

a hug. She shoved me back against the wall. "Just shut up and stay in here."

"But I want to go with Sawhorse!"

"My name is not fucking Sawhorse, it's Saorise!"

I smiled, lips parted to say her name when she disappeared. I heard a door slam then silence. A frown pulled at the corner of my lips. How had she done that? She just disappeared like it was magic. Drawing my knees up to my chest I stared at the swirly floor.

"Is it because I kill people? Because I have to feed it your blood?" I blinked that one work filling my mind. "blood" I whispered.

I scrambled to my feet, a sudden urge to find Saoirse filling me. I stumbled a couple  of times but managed to get to the door. The handle felt cold under my touch. I shoved it open, leaning forward as I took a step out the door. My face slammed into something hard. Head tilting back from the impact I laughed, legs going out from under me. It made me laugh harder when my butt hit the floor.

"Just what the hell is so funny?"

My eyes rose from the swirly floor to the woman standing over me in the doorway.  "Sawhorse!"

She buried her face in her hands, a muffled scream coming from them. I blinked the crimson color coating her hands fascinating me. Using the wall to stand I clawed my way up into an upright position. My fingers touched the paint on her hands. She jumped like I had burned her. My eyes lifted, skipping over her face.

"Red, it's so red."

"It's called blood, now stop making weird noise when I leave."

She turned to go and I grabbed her shoulder, falling into her when she tried to break free of my hold. Wrapping my arms around her shoulders I ran my fingers through her hair. She went still, turning to glare back at me.

"What the fuck are you doing?"

I buried my face in her curly hair, smiling to myself. "Sawhorse," I shook my head, "Saoirse has such pretty hair, I'm jealous."

I closed my eyes, pushing my face as far into her hair as I could. My eye lids fluttered shut, the sound of her calling my name fading out. When I opened my eyes again she was in front of me, yelling my name.

"Clair, het a hold of yourself!"

I pouted, arms wrapping around something soft and warm. I glanced down and saw a man staring at me with wide eyes. I smiled at him, laughing as my lips brushed his. The sensation felt so familiar. I leaned in to press his mouth harder to mine.

Saoirse jerked my wrist so hard I nearly fell to the floor. I whined, turning my attention from the blurry man to a blurry Saoirse. She glared at me from behind the man. Shifting my weight from the man's lap I rose up on my knees, pressing the man against my stomach and almost burring his face in my chest.

"Uh, Saoirse.." He whispered.

"Clair, stop it, stop-"

My mouth found hers, cutting off whatever she would have said. The iron like grip on my wrist loosened, my tongue forcing its way into her mouth. Something hit my face and the world spun, all the colors running together at once, sensation leaving me, sound turning into white noise.

Chapter 18 - Saoirse

As I made sure Red and Clair were tightly secured, I drag my beaten body to my room. I barge through the door and my snake taps against the glass, glad to see me. Smiling I take him out of his tank and kiss his nose, he licks mine in response. Laughing I place him back into his warm home and drop and dead rat in with him for something to eat.My bed calls my name and I gratefully fall into its cushiness arms. Sleep instantly finds me and consumes me.My eyes are ripped apart by muffled screams. Groaning, I tear my body away from my longing bed and crawl into the kitchen/living room. “You can kill me! But I’ll never talk!” Red’s confident voice roars in between maniac laughter. Rolling my eyes I place my butt on the coffee table in front of the seat he is still firmly tied to. “It awakes!” He tries to spit at me but misses his target and it flies over my shoulder.

“This is what’s gonna happen,” I grab hold of his neck and sitting on his lap I whisper in his ear. “You are gonna keep your little mouth shut, unless you want me to rip your dick off.” He gulps and stiffens beneath me. I get off him and pat his shoulder. “Glad we had this talk,” I walk over to Clair and start to cut her down but then Red starts to run his mouth again, threat this, insult that. Eventually, annoyed by his foul mouth, I walk over to him and bash his head with a trainer. His eyes roll back in their sockets and his head slouches forward. “I said quite!”My eyes are drawn to the clock. Eight o’clock, Dustin’s party is in an hour.

Stretching, I unhook Clair from the ceiling and take the chains off her. Her body instantly straightens out and she sighs in her dreams. Dragging her body against the wall, I squat in front of her and I open her eyelids to make sure she’s fine. I grab a sponge and damp water and begin to wash the blood from her face and arms. I strip her clothes and put a pair of pink PJs on her. I pat her curly hair gently and stand up, walking towards the bathroom. Taking a long shower, I wash the blood of my body and from my hair. I hop out and dry off quickly. I wrap the towel around my body and walk to my room, glancing at the uniquely different pair in my flat. Shaking my head, I enter my room and slip into a white flowing dress; that stops just at my knees, a pair of tanned tights and ankle high black boots complete my outfit. I gloss some red lipstick over my lips and some mascara. Normally, I would allow my hair to dry in its own time, but I’m against the clock. So awkwardly I blow try it, and allow it to sit in its natural waves. Sighing I walk out of the room, ten minutes to spare. Going behind the island in the kitchen, I pull out my amber scotch. Strong stuff, should give just the right kick. I strut over to Clair and pour a small glass of the alcohol and press it against her lips. When there is no response I pry her mouth open and let the liquid find it’s own way down her mouth. She thrashes at me, trying to get my hand from her face.

“Easy, easy, it’s just me damn it!” I try to say softly but snap slightly.

“Saoirse?” Her rough voice chokes.

“No I’m death come to reap your ass.” I say seriously but she stiffens with fear as she believes my words. “Yes, it’s me you idiot!” She relaxes and I curse a foul word in Irish. “Drink this,” I order.

We talk for a bit more, her asking me if I think she has a good ass and her calling me ‘Sawhorse’. Eventually I leave her in my house and order her to stay put. Closing the door behind myself, I walk into the night; and sighing deeply and pad two doors down and knock on the bizarrely painted wooden object. Dustin does love his colours!The door slides open and light music greets my ears like a welcomed guest. “Saoirse!” Dustin grins; I lean down and hug my friend. “Come in,” he gestures me in as he lets go off me. I walk into the warm atmosphere of Dustin’s art buddies, a few people in wheel chairs. “Everyone, this is my friend Saoirse!” He introduces me to the whole room. Many eyes glance my way and are accompanied by smiles. Dustin grabs my hand and drags me across the room to his family. His sister stands out to everyone, golden locks spill over her back and sapphire blue eyes seem to pierce right into you. She makes even me sweat! I nod at them as we give and gain names.

After meeting friends and family alike my brain kicks into action. “Shit, Dustin!” He looks at me worried. “I forgot your gift!” He grins and we walk over to the door, and face him, “I’ll be one minute.”

“I’m timing you!” We both laugh and I turn to the door when someone knocks into my back. Clair falls over and lands on her butt, in hysterics. “What the hell is so funny?” Dustin laughs, trying to look past me.

“Sawhorse!” Clair grins. Oh.Fucking.Awesome. Clair leaps to her feet and grabs a hold of my shoulders. Laughing she runs her hands through my hair.

“What the fuck are you doing?” I go still, glaring at her on my shoulders.

She buries her face into my hair and smiles against it. What the hell is up with this crazy, drunk bitch? “Sawhorse,” she repeats as she shakes her head deeper into my hair. “Saoirse has such pretty hair, I’m jealous!” After that she slips from my shoulders and lands on Dustin’s lap.

“Clair, get a hold of yourself!” I yell at her, calling her name a few more times. She pouts and wraps her hands around Dustin. Opening her eyes she looks at Dustin, smiles and presses her lips against him, still laughing! I roll my eyes and grab her wrist. She whines and throws her eyes in my direction and I just glare back at her. She gets onto her knees and presses Dustins face against her chest.

My eyes pop out of my skull. “Uh, Saoirse…” He whispers, mumbled by her chest!

Popping my eyes back into their sockets, I’ve had enough of this Vampire for one day! “Clair, stop it, stop-” I begin to rant but Clair leaps up and cuts me off with her lips. They gently caress mine as her tongue forces it’s way in to my mouth. I stand frozen, not believing what’s happening! But then Clair slumps to the ground as a hand crashes against her face. I spin to see a bulky woman reading to murder me, and just like Clair, very drunk.

“I wanted to kiss her!” She wails. Mouth hung open; I fight the urge to break this woman’s nose. Hurting the person I’m supposed to be looking after, she should be hung! Dragging a hand down my face, I dismiss the fact everyone is staring at me and lift Clair up bridal style. Pushing past everyone, Dustin shows me to his room and closes the door behind him. As soon as the wood blocks us from the rest of the party, the music starts up again and I lay Clair onto the bed.

“Is she gonna be OK?” Dustin asks as he wheels beside me.

I sit on the bed beside her and brush her hair from her face. “She was pissed; she probably won’t remember any of it!” I half laugh. “How you feeling?” I ask, turning towards him. “I mean, you were basically raped out there!”

He laughs, “what about you?! I wasn’t