"Lia?" Morringan called her younger twin sister as she got back to the apartment they share in the north side of Winterbourne city, a city that's more a nation than anything else. "Ophelia?" She called her again, taking off her boots and her black leather jacket as she stepped into their living room. "Ophelia?"
But she froze when she heard loud moans and the sound of a bad moving hard against the wall coming from her sister's bedroom. Clicking her tongue in disgust, knowing very damn well who her sister was busy fucking, she strode inside her kitchen, but halted when she saw an unwelcomed figure inside it. Someone who looked wrong in her small apartment, that isn't small to her but definitely to him.
Too tall, too broad, too spacious, too rich.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" She hissed hostilely when she glared up to meet his cold ice blue eyes, his white skin adorned with strange tattoos and his black wavy hair shadowing his eyes.
"I was invited," he said nonchalantly.
"Then I am uninviting you," she snapped and pointed to the door, "out of here. This is my house, I will not accept the likes of you stepping into my territory."
"The only one who can undo the invitation to have a demon in their house is the one who invited them. You may be Lia's twin sister, but you can't do anything about the decisions she makes, definitely not undo them. Hence why I deny your request," he said it all with a poker face, then he strode inside the living room and took over almost half of the couch for himself, laying down too comfortable for her taste.
"This is my house, Draven Winterbourne," she barked, "you may own 80% of the entire fucking city, but you don't own my apartment. This building was my parents' and I inherited it, Ophelia gave me her shares when she refused the inheritance, it is mine, and I do not want you here," then she strode to the door and opened it wide. "Out!"
But he just side-eyed her and turned his eyes back to the book that was laying next to him, one titled The Devil and the Vampire Queen by Ember Nova, one of the spiciest dark romance novels there are in the entire city. When her eyes fell on the cover of the book as she saw him opening it on one of the marked pages with the red post its, she closed the door and quickly ran to where he was, trying to take the book from him. After all it's hers.
Grinning like a devil, which is easy for him since he is one, he rose his arm far away from her, making so she could only get the book if she passed over him, which he knew she wouldn't have the guts of doing, "Can you stop bothering me? I'm trying to keep reading."
She gasped, "You fucking bastard, give me that. It was in my room, who gave you fucking permission to get into my room?" Morringan leaned over him, not touching him, trying to get the book, desperate not to let him read what it's in it, knowing he will torment her about it if he does.
Taking advantage of the situation, he grabbed her by her arm and made her fall to his lap, "And I thought you were the prude twin and Lia the naughty one," he purred. "If you want to put those scenes to action, I wouldn't mind the charity. I quite like the thought of your pouty lips around my,"
She punched his face, jumping off him, skin turning tomato red both out of embarrassment and rage, yanking the book from his hand in the process, then she took more than ten steps away from him, glaring at him and at how his nose was now slightly crooked and bleeding, "Disgusting piece of shit," she yelled. "Try touching me again and I'll fucking castrate you."
"If you're so eager to handle my cock, I could find better scenerios for you to do so, without including mutilating it off me, little raven," a feral grin curled his full lips, then he gripped his broken nose and forced it back to its right form, unfazed by the blood. "You spend too much time with the dead, you should try living a bit, little raven, I can help with that."
She cringed, scowling at him, "I would rather fuck the dead then let you lay your filthy fingers on me, Draven Winterbourne, there's no one alive who disgusts me more than the likes of you do."
"I don't need my fingers to do what I wanted to do to you, or my cock, my tongue would work just fine," he taunted.
And she took another step back, hating how she will undoubtedly have nightmares with that scenario now, "Ophelia!" She screamed for her sister, not giving two shits if she was fucking Ronan Blackthorn or not, "Ophelia!" She called out louder. "Ophelia, come here right fucking now."
"What do you fucking want?" Her sister barked, getting out of her bedroom solely wrapped in a mattress, angry with the interruption, and Ronan came behind her, just as annoyed, scowling at the older twin of his girlfriend, shirtless and with a towel around his hips.
"Get him out of here," Morringan yelled.
"He's my and Ron's best friend, Morringan, he's been out of my house for long enough, he's now allowed to come and go if he wishes, I'm not sending him out just because you are a petty loser. Get over your childish issues, he's not going anywhere," her sister snapped.
"This is my house, I don't want him here!" Morringan snapped back.
"Our house, this apartment is in our names, not just yours. If you don't like it, yank one of the tenants in the other apartments away and leave me the fuck alone here," Ophelia snapped again. "I'm tired of keeping my best friend away, tired of not bringing my boyfriend here, just because you are unbearable to be around and cannot handle living beings."
Morringan halted, doing her best to hide how that hit her where it hurts, "Would you like if I brought a friend you don't like here?" She groaned stressed.
But Ophelia barked a mocking laugh at that, "Bring a friend? What friend? You have no friends, Morringan, you never had, and given your antisocial tendencies and how much of a crazy bitch you are, your hallucinations and all, I doubt you will ever have a friend at all. In fact, I doubt you will ever have anything, anyone aside from me," she cackled again. "Though you only have me because I was doomed to being your sister in the womb. Well, damn mother for that."
"You think they are your friends?" Morringan hissed, doing her best not to break in front of them, not to show how affected she is. "They are nothing to you, you are nothing to them, and when the water hits their asses, when you break again, the one to pick the pieces and put you back together will be me. Again. Where were they when we lost everything? I was here with you, I was here, not them, and even then you..." she swallowed.
"As you should, I was grieving," she hissed.
"And I wasn't?" Morringan yelled.
"No, you were being delusional and claiming that they were not fucking dead. The least you could do after messing with my grief was stay and deal with what I was going through. Aren't you the older sister? That was your part!" Ophelia yelled.
"Why am I not surprised that you're saying that? I'm not even disappointed anymore," she scoffed passing a hand over her hair. "You know what, Ophelia? Fuck this! Eldric was right about you. Do whatever you want, in the end your so-called friends will be of no fucking help, the one to clean up your mess and put you back on your feet will be me. That's the only function I have in your eyes either way. Hah," she bounced her head bitterly, "I don't know why I still expected you to be a reliable person, I'm left disappointed again, unsurprisingly so."
Her sister halted, "You know an Eldric?"
"Yes," she hissed. "Not that you care."
"Who is he? Where do you know him?"
"He is my best friend," Morringan snapped bitterly and the three present froze, "not that you cared to know, even less that you're worthy of it. Now, if you excuse me," she grabbed her backpack again, put the book inside it, then took her helmet back and took her shoes in her left free hand, "if you won't send them out, I'll leave as you suggested. Whatever is it that you think of me, I'm anything but a pushover and if there is a place I hate staying in, is where I am not welcomed or comfortable."
Passing her right arm through her helmet to balance it in her forearm, she grabbed her bike and her house keys, refusing to look at them again as she took her leather jacket from the handle.
"I'll contact you after I've send out one of the tenants and am ready to move to another apartment, then I'll come get my stuff. I'm tired of putting so much effort in keeping a link alive, when I'm the only one trying. If you don't want me around you anymore, then so be it, only call me if your fucking dying!"
"You can't be serious," Ophelia gasped.
But Morringan ignored her, and before she could go back on her impulsive decision, she opened the door to leave.
"Where are you even going to fucking stay?" She gasped in utter dismay.
"The only place I'm welcomed into, my best friend's place," Morringan hissed, then she was out of the hallways, into the emergency stairs, heading to the garage and from there to the graveyard on her bike.
There was a haunted small house in the graveyard for the gravedigger, but it was said to be so haunted that not even the gravedigger lived there. Even then, it was kept clean and ready to be taken. She had slept there some times when she was a child, running away from her parents at night, after a fight or something that made her break, she was never one to let people see her emotions, that wasn't going to change now.
Maybe that's why she cried the whole way from her apartment to the graveyard, because the streets were empty at this hour and there was no one else to see her, to judge her for being overwhelmed by emotions like any normal being.