Chapter 9 - Chapter 8

Alexa

As she lied on her bed, she kept replaying everything that happened since her mother died, but the most repeating scenario was when Michael said that she was beautiful. She smiled to herself, at least someone find me attractive.

It was then there came a knock on the door. She got up and opened the door, only to look into the depths of the sea...

"Hey," said Michael.

Her eyes widened, what does he want.

"Oh hey," she said.

"Um, I am sorry," he said, looking down, while scratching the back of his head.

Her mouth fell open, the jerk saying sorry, I should probably write that in block letters in my diary with a red pen. Or maybe not, I can't go around asking a red pen from Sofia, I will probably have to ask him, she thought, so no need.

"For what?" she asked, softly, she knew how hard it was to apologize if he had a big ego, so she respected that.

"I saw you trying to hide your tears during dinner. It's just it's hard for me too. It was only me and my brother and when he went away, it was just me and my mother for a long time and then you come along and," he stopped.

"Hey, I understand. I am sorry too, I told her that I would just go but -" She faltered as he held up his hand.

"Nah, we are cool with each other," he said and grinned. "My mom is too kind and as long as you keep her happy, I'm okay with it. You look cute.. Good night." And with that he walked away.

"Good night," she called after him.

She closed the door and sighed thankfully. At least I am in his good book now, she thought, and he told me that I am cute. She danced around the room, feeling giddy. She was wearing her PJ's, and he said that.

She took her mother's diary and started reading it until something caught her eye.

Dear diary,

I went to the east today with the girls and met my teacher. We all respected her, she was a very famous vampire hunter. Carole Jackson, Margaret's mother. A year has passed since she retired. She had this meat shop down the street. She was one of my closest and though she was my mentor and being twenty years elder than me, she treated me like her friend. Only she knew about my past and my husband, my Caine. We had no secrets between us.

Yes! What a coincidence, Alexa thought, as she fist bumped herself, maybe she knows about the vampires who killed my mother. At least now I have a lead. With that comforting thought in mind she prayed and fell into a peaceful slumber.

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When she woke up, it was still early. She skipped down the stairs, not expecting anyone to be that early, so the shock she got when she saw Michael in the kitchen, shirtless was beyond words. Sweat glistened on his broad back. It looks as if he had gone to a run early in the morning.

She whined. "Good morning, beautiful," he said, turning and chuckled as he saw her face.

Holy god, she thought as her eyes roamed down his body. She gulped.

Michael

The look on her face was priceless. He had to clear his throat to get her attention.

"G -good mo -rning," she stuttered.

"So, you going to make tea?"

"Huh? Ah, yeah, yeah," she mumbled and brushed herself past him.

He leaned on the counter as he stared at her. He had a talk with his mother and they came to a conclusion that she didn't know who she really was and being a Weinstein….

His father was overjoyed as he met him that day in the Pack House deep in the woods and shared the news. He promised Michael that he'd come as soon as his business was done and meet her. She wasn't a threat but her life was in danger.

If they got to know that she was with them, there will be war but they couldn't just send her all alone either, they were not merciful as his kind.

There were reasons other than the time they fought for food for the vampires and werewolves to be sworn enemies.

But Alexa, she was a special case. He knew he can't get attracted to her but he can't stop his attraction and she's not helping either. She was dressed in shorts which showed off her long, lean legs with a hooded shirt.

"Here you go," she said handing him his tea.

He made sure that their fingers brushed, which sent a spark instantly, as he took it from her and then they sat themselves at the kitchen table.

"Ummmm," he said, nodding his head in approval while she smiled.

"You cook the same way you walk. I love women that can cook," he said, winking as he ate the toast she prepared.

She blushed a deep scarlet, he couldn't help thinking how cute she was. "Why did you thought to come to the east side?"

"I just wanted start my life from scratch. My neighbourhood has many bad memories," she said, averting her eyes. She's hiding something, he thought.

"You know what, if you get bored here, you can come and lend me a hand in the garage."

"Really?" she beamed, "I'd love to. And Michael I want a favour." He liked the way his name rolled off her tongue.

"Anything," he said, anything for you babe, he thought.

"I want you to sell my car or at least use the parts of it. It's really old you know," she said, slightly hesitating.

"Oh, sure."

"Thanks, and I don't need money for it, just consider it a kind of a thank you gift," she said, smiling, "And why are you suddenly being nice?"

"Why? Wasn't I nice before?" he asked, feigning surprise.

"Sorry to burst your bubble but no. You were acting like a jerk."

"Do you want me to go back to the jerk mode?"

"No," she said, all too quickly.

They both smiled at each other and with that they ended their conversation as Mrs. Greymund walked in.