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Authors: Joann I. Martin Sowles
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this seemed to faze Julz. “Get your little human back where she belongs,” she hissed.
“You watch yourself,” he growled back in a low, chilling voice.
“Oh, yes sir.” And that wicked little smile of hers appeared. “Anything you say, master .”
He lowered his voice even more and very steadily said, “Stop, Julz.”
“Of course, master ,” she said in a somehow very sugary sweet but wicked voice. “One has to obey their maker .”
In that moment, everything slowed down as what she said sank in. Her evil smile stayed in place and any happiness I had left deflated right out of me in that instant. A look of sheer pleasure spread across her face as I turned my focus to Oliver. His back was to me and I watched his head drop and a sigh escape him as he picked up on my realization.
“You’re her maker?” I whispered.
With his back still to me he nodded. My heart felt like it hit my stomach and then wanted to come up through my throat. My stomach turned. My head was full of instant pressure and I could feel the sting of tears threatening to surface.
“I see,” I breathed. I should’ve seen this. I should’ve put it together. My mind clouded over with an overwhelming realization that she was whom he’d drunk from before me. That her blood flowed through him before mine had and he didn’t tell me. That he had kept this from me. From within my spaced-out-ness I saw his head turn to look at me from the corner of his eye. I shifted then from shocked and hurt to seriously pissed off. With my fists balled as tight as possible I pushed past him to face the gothic bitch (see, another good nickname for her) my almost-life-mate had turned. “Move,” I said with as much venom as I could muster. My eyes narrowed on hers and she smiled even wider, her fangs sliding down as she did so.
“My pleasure. I imagine my maker would want me to be polite to his human .” And with that snide comment I had two fists full of her obnoxious amethyst hair in my hands and we were falling to the floor.
I don’t remember much of what happened after that. The next thing I knew, Julz was laughing demonically on the hallway floor, Hayden was closing her bedroom door with a look of pure sadness and Oliver was shoving me into his room with Lola protectively snarling beside me.
He shut and locked the door once we were inside and Lola lay down against it with her head on her paws, letting out an occasional low growl. Oliver pushed me to the bed and I flopped down on my butt still shocked and confused about what had just happened.
He dropped to his knees in front of me and stared up into my eyes. I met his gaze for a brief moment and then looked down at my hands. There were several purple strands of hair intertwined in my fingers. Oliver looked down at my hands and quickly pulled the hairs free, then tilted my face so he could study my eyes again.
I glared at him and just as I did so we heard Julz’s witchy voice belt out, “I am his!” And it was followed by an evil cackle. The dog growled and I was pretty sure I couldn’t glare any harder.
“You’re her maker?” My words came out dripping with rage.
He nodded and the light in his eyes seemed to dim. He looked away almost as if he were ashamed. In my personal opinion, he should be. Creating twisted demons as vampire offspring probably wasn’t something to be proud of.
“This is something you should have told me!” It was my turn to growl.
His eyes lifted back to mine. “It’s not my story to tell.”
I studied him for a moment. “Bullshit!”
His eyes widened. I cut him off as he began to respond.
“This is just as much your story as it is hers. And don’t you dare try to tell me different!” He began to respond again and I stopped him. “You should have told me.” I hissed.
His head drooped and he sat back on his heels.
I crossed my arms over my chest.
“You watch yourself,” he growled back in a low, chilling voice.
“Oh, yes sir.” And that wicked little smile of hers appeared. “Anything you say, master .”
He lowered his voice even more and very steadily said, “Stop, Julz.”
“Of course, master ,” she said in a somehow very sugary sweet but wicked voice. “One has to obey their maker .”
In that moment, everything slowed down as what she said sank in. Her evil smile stayed in place and any happiness I had left deflated right out of me in that instant. A look of sheer pleasure spread across her face as I turned my focus to Oliver. His back was to me and I watched his head drop and a sigh escape him as he picked up on my realization.
“You’re her maker?” I whispered.
With his back still to me he nodded. My heart felt like it hit my stomach and then wanted to come up through my throat. My stomach turned. My head was full of instant pressure and I could feel the sting of tears threatening to surface.
“I see,” I breathed. I should’ve seen this. I should’ve put it together. My mind clouded over with an overwhelming realization that she was whom he’d drunk from before me. That her blood flowed through him before mine had and he didn’t tell me. That he had kept this from me. From within my spaced-out-ness I saw his head turn to look at me from the corner of his eye. I shifted then from shocked and hurt to seriously pissed off. With my fists balled as tight as possible I pushed past him to face the gothic bitch (see, another good nickname for her) my almost-life-mate had turned. “Move,” I said with as much venom as I could muster. My eyes narrowed on hers and she smiled even wider, her fangs sliding down as she did so.
“My pleasure. I imagine my maker would want me to be polite to his human .” And with that snide comment I had two fists full of her obnoxious amethyst hair in my hands and we were falling to the floor.
I don’t remember much of what happened after that. The next thing I knew, Julz was laughing demonically on the hallway floor, Hayden was closing her bedroom door with a look of pure sadness and Oliver was shoving me into his room with Lola protectively snarling beside me.
He shut and locked the door once we were inside and Lola lay down against it with her head on her paws, letting out an occasional low growl. Oliver pushed me to the bed and I flopped down on my butt still shocked and confused about what had just happened.
He dropped to his knees in front of me and stared up into my eyes. I met his gaze for a brief moment and then looked down at my hands. There were several purple strands of hair intertwined in my fingers. Oliver looked down at my hands and quickly pulled the hairs free, then tilted my face so he could study my eyes again.
I glared at him and just as I did so we heard Julz’s witchy voice belt out, “I am his!” And it was followed by an evil cackle. The dog growled and I was pretty sure I couldn’t glare any harder.
“You’re her maker?” My words came out dripping with rage.
He nodded and the light in his eyes seemed to dim. He looked away almost as if he were ashamed. In my personal opinion, he should be. Creating twisted demons as vampire offspring probably wasn’t something to be proud of.
“This is something you should have told me!” It was my turn to growl.
His eyes lifted back to mine. “It’s not my story to tell.”
I studied him for a moment. “Bullshit!”
His eyes widened. I cut him off as he began to respond.
“This is just as much your story as it is hers. And don’t you dare try to tell me different!” He began to respond again and I stopped him. “You should have told me.” I hissed.
His head drooped and he sat back on his heels.
I crossed my arms over my chest.
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