In the morning, Emma woke up with a burning fever. Holding her head which was pounding, and drawing herself to sit up straight on her bed, she noticed, with a sideways glance, that Freya was on her bed, asleep. She sighed as she watched Freya sleep like she was dead to the world. The latter looked so calm and innocent, so like her, only that she was just as dead, since her heart wasn’t beating. But Emma knew better. She knew that vampires, for what they were, always shut down their heart whenever they wanted to sleep. She didn’t know the reason though. She was actually surprised when she saw Freya on her bed. She had been expecting her to lie underground.
Gently, so that she wouldn’t cause Freya to stir from her sleep, she slipped out of the sheets to the floor. She needed to refreshen. She felt like someone who was bashed by an incoming train.
She stepped around the bed, to get to the wardrobe, believing that some of her clothes should still be in there; for when Melvina had asked her to follow her, due to the situations that had surrounded her, she had done so with just few of her clothes, not wanting to make it seem like she had been moving in with them, since they had promised to take care of her house for her.
Mighty taking care… She thought and scoffed the next second.
They hadn’t kept well of the promise, just like they had thrown her under the bus last night and had left her to die. The house had been in shambles when she and the others had stepped in last night. If not for their magic and power, she didn’t know how she would have been able to put the whole house in a good shape alone, and with her hands, since Prescott was no longer around.
Again, she was grateful for the presence of such vile beings, vampires.
But they don’t seem so vile. She thought,, cocking her head to one side as she fished out an oversize polo and sweatpants from the wardrobe.
She closed back the wardrobe and trudged to the bathroom, her mind still consumed with thoughts.
If anything, the vampires seem like… well… normal. She concluded, thinning her eyes as she ransacked her memory for any memory that told of their kind of feeding. She had not seen them feeding from a human before. And how could they walk under the sun?
There were a lot of questions that needed answers. She would ask them of course, but not at the moment.. not until they were awake from their dead sleep.
She brushed her teeth, and took her bath, noting that her headache was subsiding and the fever disappearing.
Must be the stress. She thought, soughing when she heard her stomach rumble. She was hungry. She needed food now. But sadly, Julius wasn’t available. She had to take care of herself.
Coming out from the bathroom, looking and feeling refreshed, Emma dropped her earlier clothes in a basket near her dressing table, gave one minute look at a still sleeping Freya before walking out of the room.
Getting to the kitchen, her eyes ran over every corner, taking it in. She balled her fists as she remembered Derek in her kitchen. He had been here. He had cooked for her and he had played with her. The memory was nice but painful. She wanted to stop thinking about him. She needed to stop thinking about him. And even if his name crosses her mind, it should be because she was planning to get back to him for the hurt he had caused her, and not to reminisce on love memories. She didn’t want that. Because of him, she had killed Casper.
Casper.
A tear slipped off her eyes as she opened the cupboards to check for any item she could take in as food.
She had messed up. She knew that. She had allowed her anger to cloud her other feelings, giving her the high rush to allow the energy to possess the bigger control over her actions.
She regretted it. She knew she would till the last day she would spend on Earth.
There was nothing in the cupboard, except for bread and jam.
She shrugged as she picked the items, and walked out of the kitchen, not bothering to check out the refrigerator for a drink-perhaps yogurt or milk. The image of the dead smelling animal was still engraved in her mind. She didn’t need a second experience. The first was enough nerve wrecking.
Getting to the small dining area, she plunged herself into one of the seats, letting out a deep breath, before opening the bread and taking out one.
The house was quiet, and she liked it that way.
It helped her to think and plan.
Two minutes from then, Emma knew that she needed something more than bread and jam, and that she needed to get back her phone, but how?
She couldn’t possibly (never!)go back to Derek’s house just to get her phone. She would have to plead with Freya and the others, if they could do so. She believed they would. They were good people, good vampires.
Wheew! She sighed out aloud, closing back the bread and jam.
She was okay with the combination now.
She needed something else, would have prepared something for herself- just that the necessary condiments were not at home at the moment, and she couldn’t just step out-The others will not be happy about that. Although, considering her nature that she didn’t care about their opinions, she just thought it wise to lay low for now until she was out of the county and country, not wanting to fall into a fight or exchange of insultive words if she should run into one of the pack members.
“Emma, what next?” She asked herself, reclining back fully on the dining chair, her mind rolling with different thoughts.
One step at a time.
She mused to herself as she held back herself from the last minute from thinking about the hot sex she had had with Derek last night. The event seemed to have a way of slipping past her defenses at any time, not minding her state or resolution.
Damn Derek! She cussed, tipping her head back on the chair and shutting her eyes.
A minute later, she jerked back into a full sitting position, startled to an extent by the hard knock on the door.