The car is completely quiet as Torrin presses his feet down on the gas. I lean more into my seat, trying my best not to sigh. Truth be told, I'm so bored. And because of my boredom, I've sighed way too much, which has lead Scarface to ban me from sighing. Biting down on my lips, I lift my hand up to turn on the radio. Music blares through the car speakers, scaring the living daylights out of me. I wasn't expecting the volume to be so high.
Torrin glares at me, before putting the volume down and turning off the radio. "Don't touch the radio." He mumbles, staring at the road. The car falls back into silence, causing my boredom to come back.
I stare out the car window, watching as the car's icy tracks are being imprinted on the road. The tracks are getting erased by fresh white snow. The wipers move frantically over the windscreen. I stick my hand out once again to open the radio, only to have it get hit. Now it's my time to glare at him. "You didn't have to hit me!"
His eyes stay glued to the road. "Yes, I did. You would've turned the radio back on if I didn't."
"Why can't we just listen to the radio?" I ask. "It's so boring in this car and it's not like you want to have a conversation."
Torrin's hands tighten on the steering wheel. "It's bad enough I was ripped away from what I was doing at the kingdom, to come here and help you find these stupid stones. The least you can do while we're on this trip is just shut that big mouth of yours!" He shouts. "Stop turning on the radio and stop sighing all the time. Just lean back and stay quiet."
"Well excuse me for just wanting to hear the radio," I mumble. "It's not like there's anything else to do in this car."
"Just shut up!" He yells.
"You don't tell me what to do." I resort.
Torrin takes his eyes off the road and looks at me. "I just did."
My lips turn upward. "But am I doing it though?" Torrin let's out a groan, which causes me to smirk.
Getting on his nerves is fun.
He scoffs. "You're so childish."
I shrug. "I know."
Torrin slows down the car and comes to a complete stop. He takes off his seat belt, before turning to face me. "I'm gonna give you two choices. It's either one, you shut up or two, I tape your mouth shut."
"How about the third choice, where we just listen to music," I suggest. He glares at me, causing me to raise my hands in surrender. "Fine, I chose the first option."
"Good." He says, before reaching for the map in the glove compartment. His eyes scan through the map, looking over all the routes. He puts on seat belt and starts driving again. The only thing I do is stare at him, well mainly at his scar. The scar blends so well with his face, yet it's still noticeable. I feel Torrin shift under my gaze. Torrin takes his right hand off the steering wheel and turns on the radio.
I smirk.
He's trying to get me to stop staring at him.
"Can I change the station?" I ask, not wanting to hear any country music.
"I don't care." He mumbles, driving. I turn the station and an old pop song sounds throughout the speaker. Humming quietly to the song, my mind starts to drift off. "Don't fall asleep." His deep voice says, making me open my eyes quickly.
"Why the hell not." I groan.
"Because if you fall asleep while I'm driving, Rahul can find a way to get inside your head. You'll lead him straight to us." Torrin explains.
"So I can't sleep at all?"
Torrin rolls his eyes. "Of course you can sleep, just not when we're driving. It's too much open space. That's why we camp out at night. So you're in a secure space, and no one can get into that big head of yours."
"That fuckin sucks," I mumble. Sleep is the only place I get to see her and now that'll be limited. I mentally groan it's time I forgot about her. She broke my heart.
Yet I still love her.
"We have forty minutes until we reach the gates of Adeslens." Torrin states. My eyes widen. Adeslens is one of the cities outside of the clans. They follow a whole set of different rules. Meghan and Tobias are the leaders of Adeslens. They both are twin siblings, but if you ask me I'm sure the both of them have experimented with each other before. I can't blame them though, they're parents are the cause of it. Even after all these years, people still find a way to welcome home incest. "You get to ask me only five questions for the time being. I'll try my best to answer them all." Torrin finishes.
"Why are we going there?" I blurt out.
"Because that's where the first stone is." He answers. "You have four more questions."
"No wait, that question doesn't count."
"Yes it does, next question."
I bite my tongue. "What's the real reason why your father chose you to come with me?"
Torrin glances at me. "He wants me to die."
"Why?"
"I'm the reason why he lost someone important to him." He says. "Two questions left."
"How'd you get that scar?" I question.
Torrin speeds up the car. "My father." Something about the way he says it, gives me a feeling that there's more to the story. "One question left."
"Who is the lady in the portrait, that's inside your room?" I ask and just like that, everything goes quiet.
The car swerves a little. "You don't need to know." He answers.
I frown. "No, you said you'd answer all five of my questions."
He glares at me. "No, I didn't. I said I'll try my best to answer them all." He turns the volume up to the radio. "Questions are done, therefore sit back and shut up." He commands. A sigh leaves my lips as I avert my eyes somewhere else, which just happens to be Torrin's hands. They look rough and hard, pretty much like his personality. It suits him. His forearms are covered with green veins that sit comfortably on his silky olive skin. "Why are you staring at my arm?" He asks, eyeing me for a second.
Before saying anything, I clear my throat. "I wasn't staring at your arm." I lie.
"Sure you weren't." I hear him say under his breath. "In the backseat, there are some weapons that need cleaning. Why don't you put yourself to use and clean them." He suggests.
Reaching behind me, I pull the sack of weapons towards me. Opening the sack, the first thing I pull out is a gun. It's a Belgian-made FN semi-automatic pistol. The gun is a lightweight, but it's pretty deadly if you know how to use it. Dissembling the gun, I take the brown cloth and start to clean it. "Why don't you just put oil in the sack, so it's easy to clean the gun?"
Torrin shrugs. "That's a question, can't answer it."
"Asshole," I mumble. Torrin slams down on the breaks, making my face hit the dashboard. I moan in pain, lifting my head up. Blood drips from my nose, getting all over my lips and chin. My fangs flick out and in an instant, my hands are around Torrin's neck. He tries to pry my hands off but fails. "I think you forgot who the hell I am!" I shout angrily. Pulling him closer, I tilt his head aside. "Since you hurt me, it's only right I return the favor." Biting down onto his neck, Torrin yells. The smell of his blood fills the car, as I continue to drink from him. Once the cut on my nose heals, my fangs go back in and I move away from him.
"I'm gonna kill you for that." Torrin threatens.
"Not if I kill you first," I say, licking my lips. "Your blood tastes good. Maybe I should make it a habit of drinking from you."
Torrin starts the car. "That's the first and last time you'll ever drink from me. It'll never happen again." He states before driving off. "You try that shit again and you'll never be able to drink again darling."
I chuckle humorously. "False threats is all I hear coming out of your mouth."
Torrin bites down on his lips and I'm pretty sure it's because of the wound on his neck. Blood pours out of the bite and sinks into his jacket. I purposely make sure not to lick the bite, so he can feel the pain. In about an hour or so he'll probably be begging for me to lick the bite shut.
When a vampire bites a human, it either goes two ways. The vampire bites you and sinks its venom into you, which kills you. Or the vampire drinks from you and licks the bite. If the vampire doesn't lick the bite, that person will be in a tremendous amount of pain and will start hallucinating. There are more side effects that come and let's just say it isn't pretty.
"Just keep trying me, Natasha." He says shaking his head.
"Whatever Torrin." It's the first time I've ever said his name out loud and if we're being honest, it felt good. I turn to look at him, trying to see his reaction. He has the same unreadable expression and doesn't seem fazed that I know his name. "You're not gonna ask how I know your name?"
Torrin rolls his eyes. "You were bound to find out, seeing as you were just at my father's kingdom."
"Torrin," I call, once again. It feels better than the first time. "I like it, even though it doesn't fit you. Scarface is a more appropriate name." He shoots me a glare but doesn't say anything. "You're always glaring."
"It's my face, I can do whatever I please with it." He defends. "We're nearing towards the gates of Adeslens," Torrin informs me. "Do you know how to change your appearance?"
I scoff. "Of course, that's like the first thing I learned how to do as a witch."
"Great, change your appearance. Make sure it isn't anyone that affiliates with. Choose someone that will fit in and looks different."
Letting out a breath, I begin to concentrate on someone to look like. "Obsecro flamma ignis, sicut tu mihi sacris aspectu exultant lusibus." My appearance starts to change, which causes me to feel lightheaded for a second. Looking in the mirror, I smile. My albino skin is replaced with skin as dark and coarse, like freshly turned earth. My hair wasn't it's regular orange color anymore, it's now brown and thick with kinky curls. This is how I've always seen myself because this is the look that fits in with everyone.
No one really likes the albino skin, especially not the black community. The only time we get acknowledged is when a fashion artist puts us on the runway and even then it's because they have a fetish with our skin.
From the corner of my mind, I can see Torrin shaking his head. "What? You don't like my look?"
"I don't care for your look." He stares blankly.
I bite my tongue, not wanting to respond to him. We pull up to the gates of Adeslens and a guard approaches us. "What is your business here in Adeslens?" The guard asks. He's in his normal size, looking older than most fairies.
Did I mention that Adeslens is the kingdom of fairies?
There are other supernatural creatures that live here as well, but the rightful owners are fairies.
"We're visiting someone," Torrin says, before giving the guard something.
The guard inspects what seems to be a coin, before nodding his head. "Open the gate!" He yells loud enough for the other guards to hear. The big iron gate spreads apart, opening for us to go through. "Make your way in."
Torrin drives the car, entering the kingdom. Trumpets blare in the distance and crowds of people yell happily. The marble buildings tower over the hordes of people. "Seems like we arrived just when there's a celebration," I say, taking off my seat belt. Torrin parks the car and takes his gun from me, before getting out the car.
"Stay close to me and don't wander off." He says, sternly. Musicians play exotic music, changing the atmosphere of the crowd. If they weren't loud before, they are now. Every creatures scent wafts through the breeze. The fairies fly around the sky in all different shapes and sizes. Color and happiness radiate from their smiling faces as they rush around.
"I forgot how beautiful this place is," I say, feeling myself wanting to dance. "What's the plan?"
"The stone is inside of the castle. We get in unexpected and get to Tobias's room. There, the stone is located underneath the floor. After we get the stone we get out." Torrin explains.
I frown out of all the places the stone could be, it just had to be inside Tobias's room. "Really, that's it? I thought there would be more."
Torrin looks at me with a straight face. "You talk way too much." He looks up. "Come on, the castle doors are opening." Shaking my head, we begin to walk beside each other. Entering the castle, everything seems geometric. People bump into us as we walk around. Music fills the room, and the colorful light shines through the room.
I glance at Torrin and frown when I see him sweating. "You're losing blood, just let me lick the bite so it can heal."
He takes a step back. "I don't need your help." He says coldly. Clearing his throat, he points at a guard that's guarding the doors to upstairs. "We need to split up, it'll be much easier to get the stone. I'll keep the guard distracted, while you sneak up there and get the stone.
Keep an eye out for the signal, I'll give you it when it's time. And whatever you do, don't get caught."
"Okay," I say. Torrin walks towards the guard and begins a conversation with him. I watch him, waiting for the signal. A hostess walks by with a couple of drinks, and I quickly grab one. Taking a sip, a smile forms on my face. The drink tastes like heaven and all the things that come along with it. "Damn this taste good," I say to myself. My eyes revert back to Torrin. He's still talking to the guard.
A minute goes by and I see him tilt his head forward. Our eyes connect and that's all I need to see, to know it's the signal. Walking in a fast paste, I make my way over to the door. Taking a final glance, I make sure no one is looking before opening the door and walking in. The temperature of the house feels hot as I walk through different parts of the castle. Stairs are the first thing I see, once I reach the end of the hall. The stairs are smooth slightly and lead to all types of rooms in the castle.
Reaching Tobias's room, I open the door and walk in. It wasn't my first time being in this castle, so I already know where his room is. His room is very spacious. Other like Torrin, Tobias's room is painted white. He has a lot more furniture, which I'm sure is ancient.
Tobias always liked collecting ancient things.
I make sure to carefully step on all the wooden tiles, so I can hear if it makes a creaking noise.
"And just what do you think you're doing?" A voice says, coming up from behind me. A gasp escapes my lips as I take a step back. I turn around, looking at the redhead fairy flying around. He moves back a little, before transitioning back to his normal size. A smirk plays on his lips as he eyes me up and down. He takes a step forward, towering over me. "It's cute how you changed your appearance and think that I wouldn't know it's you." His Irish accent is clear in his voice.
"How'd you know it was me?" I whisper, hating that my heart is beating so fast. This is why I hate my human side, it's so weak.
"You changed your appearance, not your scent." He states, walking closer to me. "I heard about my cousin breaking your heart. I apologize on behalf of her. She made a stupid choice."
"A stupid choice indeed." A feminine Irish accent says, walking through the door. "Hello, Natasha." She says smirking.
My body is heating up. I think it's a side effect of drinking whatever was in that cup. "I need to go," I say, trying to walk past Tobias. He only pushes me a little and holds me in place.
"You're not going anywhere our sweet Natasha," Tobias whispers in my ears.
"We're gonna finish what we started a long time ago," Meghan adds in.
I blush.
Ladies and gentleman, I'm indeed fucked.
Literally.