Bloodline - Chapter 10: You're not my type

During those weeks at home I knew what I surely didn't miss from school. Homeworks. They were unnecessary evil. Every teacher had to give them but every student refused to do them. So when I was in the middle of something, something from biology, hissing sound from behind my back didn't surprise me.

"I fell asleep, right?" Question I knew the answer for. I was still in my room and everything was on its rightful place. But in my dream.

"Yes."

I turned around on my chair and there it was! In the middle of my room. A giant Ouroboros.

"Hello, Yellow-eyes," I smiled. "You are much smaller than the first time." I could swear it smiled! Almost.

"It is your dream. You summoned me here. What do you need, child?"

I frowned. How do you summon a giant ancient serpent in your dream? You say 'pretty, pretty please'? I highly doubted that. "I can't do that. I even don't know how."

"No. No, you, do not."

"You're really confusing. Ever heard that? It means I don't understand you shit." The hissing got louder. Fucking awesome.

"What do you wish to know, child? Do not waste your time."

What would I possibly want to know? I tried to learn everything I could from grimoires we had. There were no nightmares, yet. I dreamed about Amira- right! "Who was Amira?"

"Amira is a blood witch, such as yourself. She comes from a different time."

My frown deepened. What was it talking about? "Amira is dead."

"She is most certainly not and very much alive." There was this amusing tone again. I hated how it just could talk while eating its own tail. How was that fucking possible?

"Where is she?" I asked, a little flame of hope sparkled in my chest as I imagined how powerful ally she would make.

"Right here, with us."

Confusing as fuck. There was no one beside us. I looked around my room to make myself sure. If she wasn't invisible then I think I would see her. "Are you high or something?" And I was probably fucking insane to call Ouroboros that.

"You have to stop think about things as they seem. You have to look underneath, there you will find your answers."

"Stop talking cryptic and tell me where she is. Yesterday I thought I saw that prick in the woods. I really need her help. It will only get worse." I crossed my arms on my chest, stood up and started pacing. "She fought him once and won. I don't know what to do and Erika knows nothing! Where should I be looking? What should I be learning, according to you?"

It sounded like a sigh, then the serpent spoke again.  "Amira had a sister once but she fell for the creature of darkness. A very powerful and ancient one but she thought her pure love could turn him to the light. What a grave mistake. She never noticed it, until it was too late and she was turned to darkness instead. The Ancient one was pleased and even more when Amira killed her own sister. He thought it would destroy her, drive her insane but she was stronger than he thought. He had to come up with another plan. So he mesmerized one of his debtors, a human one because Amira saw underneath, to seduce her. If he would succeed, his soul would be free. He fell in love with her on his own will and the Ancient one killed him in front of her and took his soul as well as her sister's."

I remembered the words Amira said in my dream. You won't fool me with his face. That was it, right? So he took appearance of her dead lover he killed, just to torture her once more, to threw her off balance.

"Yes, you are right, child. But you already know how that ended for him. Then she destroyed all evidence he ever existed thinking she banished him for good."

"But she is dead, right? Died of old age or something? She isn't here."

"Just because her body is dead it does not mean her soul is too."

"How am I supposed to find a soul?!"

"I was forced to reborn her soul in new body. The Ancient one was hidden so well I did not notice until it was almost too late and only a blood witch from Amira's bloodline with her awakened soul can put the demon back."

Just thinking of the question made my skin crawl and my stomach tightened. I knew the answer but still had to ask. It would explain why the sudden dream of her, why the eye and the fucking alien language. "Who is it?"

"You know the answer already, young one." Its yellow-greenish eyes amusedly sparkled as he vanished from my room and I woke up with a shiver running down my spine. Saying You have an old soul suddenly got a new meaning.

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Roman Godfrey was spoiled rich brat. He knew that very well but didn't care. He had money which could buy him almost everything in the world, he had his family and he had his special skill. He found out its true origin quite recently also with discovery he wasn't full Upir. Not yet but still his injuries were healing more quickly than to normal people. He was more resistant too, had higher pain threshold. He was tall, good-looking, rich and mysterious. What the fuck was the problem if you didn't want him or didn't catch his attention?

You were probably not worthy. Not even for a single fuck or mesmerizing to forget his name. There were two options how you could catch Roman Godfrey's attention. First one: you had to be interesting with something - good body, be great dancer, be some kind of sexual predator or just know what do you want. Everything counted. The second one: you didn't play dumb bitch or fight for him to be his forever girl. Roman didn't do pick up lines, he didn't do girlfriends. What he did, was one-night stands or more-night stands if he was pleased and you weren't annoying or bad. Still he mesmerized you to forget it.

So right now he had a bit of a problem. The problem had a name, of course. Abigail Wolff. New witty girl with bad attitude, big mouth and sarcastic answers which could shut up even him.

"I also asked if you fuck strangers in your car on daily basis but close enough."

Peter was right, she wasn't one of his regular girls. She wasn't beautiful, not in the sense of the word as we see it now. She was just... normal girl. If he didn't meet her at Peter's place, he probably wouldn't even know she existed. But he did bump in her there and it was refreshing to find someone who wasn't afraid of him, didn't know him at all and on top of that didn't tried to impress him. And on the first chance she insulted him. She even told him he was whoring around, probably based on rumours she heard or maybe from that bathroom scene, well. She was very perceptive and he was just a teenager. She knew about him a few things but he knew nothing. Time to change that.

Looking her up was easy. Her name was in dozens of articles, every single one of them telling about a horrible car crash where both parents were found dead and their daughter was spared. Then some theories how her father went suicidal but couldn't bare killing his own child so she had to jump out of their car, that's why she was found as the very last, quite far from demolished car. There were some pictures, how her aunt was taking her home with her arm carefully around Abigail's shoulders. She was so pale, apparently in pain and was looking on the ground.

There were some other articles but they said same thing. Poor girl with crazy father. Maybe that was why he was curious. He never met anyone who experienced death first-handed. Interesting. He had to find out.

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I didn't want to go to school. It least not after yesterday's whatever it was with Roman fucking Godfrey. I did my morning ritual, got dressed and ate my breakfast  quickly before Erika woke up and got out of the house, closing the door behind me quietly.

"Hey," said voice and I jumped and dropped my keys. Then I slowly turned in its direction and saw Roman leaning against the hood of his car.

I rolled my eyes and bend down to pick up my keys. "Fucking kill me somebody," I muttered under my breath.

"What?"

"I said Good morning, of course." I said with so fake smile it hurt and he would be a dumb idiot if he couldn't see it. "So what brings you here, on this lovely morning?" I tried again.

He crossed his arms and grinned."I thought I'll give you a ride."

I pretended to be taken aback. "Second time in this week? Stop it or I'll think you're in love with me or something."

Roman laughed and that was the first time I heard it – his low-pitched laugh. I liked it. "You don't give up so easily, do you?"

"Why would I?" I shrugged and started walking past him.

"Come on, let me drive you, please."

It was my turn to grin. "Just because I can brag how you practically begged me to get in your car."

He raised his eybrows. "I can live with that. No one would believe you. Hop in, Wolff."

It was nice to have a ride so I wouldn't have to walk in morning coldness - I didn't mind it thought. Roman opened the door for me and I rolled my eyes again. I really wished I could read his mind. What were his intentions? Why did he do that? "You know, we have to stop meeting like this," I started with serious voice, "people will start to talk about it and I really don't want to be topic of school rumours how you have a new fuck toy."

He just waved it off. "Nah. No one will talk about it. You're not my type."

"You mean clever? Because all that girls who throws themselves at you are seriously desperate. It's rather funny to watch them. Oh my God, it's exactly like reversed mating ritual!" I laughed when I imagined how behavior of those girls was exactly the same - trying to impress the other one, in this case Roman, to choose them. "I can't even breath!"

"I have no idea what are you talking about, Wolff, but I'm glad it's this easy to amuse you." He was shaking his head as he didn't understand and I laughed even harder. "I looked you up."

The next laugh died in my throat. "You did what?" I asked gravely serious and tried to murder him with my eyes. That fucking prick!

"I looked you up. Your car crash," he said slowly.

"Stop. The. Fucking. Car. I mean it, Godfrey." He didn't listen and continued in driving us to school. "So what do you want? Laugh at me? Ask me if I'm some kind of psycho too? Or pity me? Poor little Abigail lost her parents so let's talk and move around her very carefully, she might go poof?"

"No, I didn't mean it like that and I won't pity you."

"Then how did you mean it? I'm really curious because I can't imagine one scenario where would you do such a thing except spread it at school. You would make my life a living hell."

"Why do you think that?" He sounded really surprised by my words.

"Because that's what you, rich people, do, right?"

Roman suddenly stopped the car and looked at me. His eyes were so, so green. I thought I could get lost in them. So intense look."Tell me how it felt to see your parents die." It sounded like a command. I slowly blinked. Huh, that was it?

I moved closer to his face. "How do you think it felt, dipshit?"

Let's say he looked rather dazzled. My chance to get out of his car and to school which wasn't very far. I almost ran to that big building, looking over my shoulder but he was still there, in his car looking after me. Fucking idiot. Surely I wanted to tell exclusivelyto him how I felt.