MaxwellI haven’t slept for at least a day or so, because of the excitement of being this close to Charlie. It’s not necessary to sleep, but it allows me to cling to my once human self. Charlie gave me the perfect opportunity to make her into the vampire that she’s going to be one day. I could’ve tricked her and offered her the relief she is so looking for from her wound, but I just couldn’t do it.Before I know it, morning arrives. Even though this town doesn’t receive direct sunlight this time of year, I can still sense it. I slip out from under Charlie’s hand to get a head start on getting dressed. There’s business that needs to be handled before we leave this afternoon.Charlie wakes up a few hours after me. She walks out of the bedroom fully clothed, looking well rested. “What time do we leave?” she asks, overly anxious.“The plane will depart at two this afternoon.” The clock on the wall reads nine. “That leaves you three hours to try to occupy yourself.”“That leaves me? What a
CharlieWe reach Grace’s door and I’m just about to knock when Maxwell grabs my hand to stop me. “What?”“Let’s go downstairs to the party. We’ll surprise Grace there.” He can’t hide his emotions from me. I see concern etched into his features, tense lips and narrowed brows.“What are you not telling me?”“She has company and I think it’s best not to disrupt them.”“Who?” I know he knows who’s in there.“Benjamin,” he reluctantly says.“Is he being cruel to Grace?” After hearing that Benjamin takes advantage of Grace, I can’t help but want to give him a piece of my mind. Not to mention the pissed off part of me that wants to call him out on sending Stella to our room.“He’s in the middle of scolding Grace and it wouldn’t be best to make things worse.” His eyes are cast down to the floor.“What!” I bellow. Maxwell’s hand clamps across my mouth to keep me silent.“He’s yelling at her because she let us leave. Even though she’s not loyal to him, he still demands her to be. In the eyes of
MaxwellThe warmth coming from her body as she presses against me is intoxicating. I can feel my ice-cold body start to heat up in spots. It’s a weird feeling, but I welcome it because it tricks my subconscious into thinking it’s a step closer to being human. As she tugs a fistful of my hair and urges me to sink deeper into her neck, my fingertips dig into her skin. The sound of her hissing breath in my ear as I crush her only adds to my excitement.Lifting her off the ground, I spin us around, so we’re facing the direction that Benjamin is located in. I know he watches us and I want to see the look on his face. Within seconds after averting my gaze, I see him with clenched fists glaring at us. My mouth still suctions itself to Charlie’s neck, and my hands slide up and down her body. The curve of her butt fits perfectly in my palm. If I stretch far enough, I can touch her bare thigh.With Charlie’s hands still latched on to me, it gives us the reaction we’re hoping for. Benjamin break
CharlieUtter joy rushes through my body when The High Council plane’s engines hum to life. I sit in the same windowless window seat, Maxwell’s statue-like body next to me. As we soar into the sky, I can’t help but to be glad that we’re leaving the Posthotel Rattenberg behind…forever preferably.Maxwell’s ice-cold fingers graze my cheek pulling me away from my wandering mind. “Yes?”With a flick of his wrist, my phone comes into view. His fingers clutch down on it, leaving fingerprints on the screen. With manic relief I harshly rip it out of his hand and instantly turn it on. Dread and fear turn my annoyed attitude into something more, much more. “Thirty-six missed calls…fifty text messages. I didn’t think it was possible to make things worse, but congratulations, you’ve done it.” Under my breath I mutter. “That’s definitely something to be proud of.”“I strive to excel at everything.”“I’m sure you do.” I say in a hushed whisper. I want to be angry, but sadly that’s not the first emo
Maxwell“Grace, do you mind telling me what’s wrong? I mean, even Charlie realized something is bothering you and she doesn’t pay attention to either of us half the time.”“I’m going to be leaving for a while.” A tear escapes her eye and runs down her cheek.“Leaving for where?”“Home.”“Home? Why would you go back there? I thought you were haunted enough by the past these last few days. Why make it worse?”“Cambridge, it’s called Cambridge. Maybe going back will help me move past it all.”“Cambridge…” I say the word as if it were poison in my mouth, “has been nothing but cruelty and pain for both of us. If you were smart, you wouldn’t go back either.” I don’t mean to insult her in any way, but to bring back such gruesome heartbreaking memories is ridiculous. What type of person would ask to relive the worst period of their life? Grace refuses to acknowledge me. “I’ll be here when you get back,” I reluctantly say.I’m about to tell her there’s no need for me to leave when everything I
CharlieWhy is he even trying to be a gentleman? He said it himself, one way or another I will be his. Lying in bed staring at the ceiling unable to sleep, just allows me to ponder my sense of despair more than I wish. It forces me to sit wide awake in my dark room, obsessing about Maxwell. How I want him to touch me, how I want to hear him say my name one more time.The worst part is that I’m not sure if that’s me wanting that or this stupid bond.When I jolt awake from my alarm clock, I realize I must have fallen asleep, although I’m not sure at what hour the exhaustion took over. Moving my tired heavy limbs, I gradually get ready for work. I used to love work, that’s until Morgan actively became team Maxwell. I highly doubt she would be praising him so much if she knew he was dead.The whole car ride my brain tries to register what my dear ancestors had me born into. Did they seriously think Maxwell wouldn’t come looking for what he thinks is his? A shiver runs down my spine. Maxwe
MaxwellIf she is expecting me to leave, she’s wrong. However, instead of making her even madder, I sit behind her. This cockroach named Dave has not the slightest clue who I am, so when he makes eye contact with my wandering eyes he has no idea I’m thinking of the most efficient way to kill him, because apparently that’s what I have to do.First thing I would break each one of his groping fingers. Next, I would crush his kneecaps so he couldn’t kick at me even though they would feeble attempts. With his screams shredding my eardrums, I would finish him off due to annoyance. The feel of his neck snapping beneath my fingers solves my problem. Although as he licks his lips while he stares at Charlie, my Charlie, I begin to contemplate ripping his throat out with my teeth just to watch him gurgle on his own blood.When I see them start to rise, I quickly duck behind a nearby corner to watch them leave. Since I don’t have a car to trail behind, I keep pace with them from the shadows. Know
CharlieCompletely engulfed in cleaning and organizing, I lose track of time. The doorbell chimes throughout the house, putting a stop to my manic frenzy. Almost skipping to the door with my hands rubbing together with anxiousness, a shriek of excitement greets my friend at the door.“No car?” I ask.I stare at Juliet as she holds up two large bottles of wine, one in each hand. She invites herself in and immediately goes to the kitchen to put the bottles in the fridge. “Nope. I plan to get tipsy.” She swings back around meeting my stare. “So what’s on the schedule for tonight?”“Drinking. Drinking...and more drinking obviously.” I reply as she waggles the bottles in the air.“Well...I did bring a movie to watch.” She digs in her oversized purse searching for something. It takes a moment before she pulls something out, waving it in my face.That’s the best movie she could find. I do have to say that it’s better than another movie I can think of, but Warm Bodies…a zombie love story. It’