Devils Roses 05 - Death

my hand away and walk over to him, "We were just talking about how he loves Giselle."
    Ben groans, "Dude."
    Sam laughs and shakes his head, "Please. Like everyone didn’t notice that one already. You think too loud."
    Ben crosses his arms, "She's bad news dude. Always attracting bullshit. I just think she's hot."
    Sam nods, "Okay."
    Ben looks at us both and walks past us, "See ya's."
    I look up into Sam's eyes and smirk, "I love you."
    He grins, "I know. That's never really been our problem has it?"
    "Can you forgive me?"
    "I already told you, nothing to forgive." He pulls me into him.
    "You aren’t kissing me or touching me."
    "I want to. I just want to make sure this is what you want."
    I pull back, "So what you're really saying is that you're still hurt and don’t trust me."
    Ben pops his head back into the conversation, "No. Don’t do that. Why do girls do the 'what you're really saying thing?' What he's really saying is bitches be choosy. Now I'm starving. I've been eating nothing but raw meat with Luke. Let's go."
    He touches me and Sam flashes us to the kitchen.
    I shove Ben, "Bitches be choosey. You're a dork."
    He shrugs, "Maybe. Whatever." He opens the fridge. There are shelves of blood bags. I grimace and point to the fridge on the other side, "Wrong fridge."
    Ben looks back, "Wow. Marcus is blood bagging it?"
    Sam smiles, "He has to. He can feel and sense everything his victims are feeling. Not as fun when it hurts to eat."
    Suddenly an onslaught of memories of Marcus and I alone in my room attack me. I gasp and feel the heat and fever crash into me. Sam smirks and looks at my bracelet. "Yikes. What was that?"
    I am trembling and shaking, "Nothing. I need to go." I run out of the kitchen and down to my room. I close the door and drink in gulps of cold stale air.
    A glowing sweat breaks out across my face. I wipe it away.
    I turn to see Lorri and Abbey on my bed.
    "What are you doing in here?"
    Lorri points to the door, "Saying my goodbyes. I suggest you do the same. We leave here in half an hour. You really smell like sex. Siren sex? Why is it so strong?"
    "I don’t know."
    "That’s not good." She paused, "Wait. Go get really turned on. We can trap Jonathan with it. He can't resist Sirens and you stink of it my friend."
    I grimace and leave the room. My face is redder than before. I feel disgusting, like a cat in heat.
    Marcus is walking down the hall. When he walks past me he steps in and smells me. I push him off. He grins like a fool, "You just went into heat my pet. Someone not scratching that itch for you?"
    I shove him and walk away, quickly.
    Sam flashes to me and grabs my arm, "Hey. What's going on? Why did that just happen?"
    I pull away, "I don’t know. I think it's because you don’t love me like you did before. Like we aren’t mated."
    "Yes, we are."
    "No, we aren’t. You don’t love me like before." I undo the bracelet. He slams me into the walls, grabbing at me and gripping my skin roughly. His mouth crashes into my neck. I do the bracelet back up. My intense sexuality is sucked back into the shells.
    He steps back and nods, "You might be right. That was intense."
    I feel like I'm dying inside, "My Siren sex rage shouldn't work on you."
    "It shouldn’t." He says in agreement.
    "But it is."
    "It would appear it is."
    I unsnap it once more. He goes nuts. His hands touching me, light me on fire. I'm moaning and loving being slammed into the wall. He lifts me up and flashes. We're in a room I've never seen before. He throws me on the bed. He climbs between my legs and grabs at my clothes. He's tearing and ripping. His mouth drags up and down my chest. I cry out. His fingers were made for me. He slides his body against mine until I can feel every hair on my body. Every nerve. I'm close to an orgasm and he hasn’t even taking my pants off yet. I shove him hard and snap the bracelet on again. He flashes mid leap.
    I am alone. I can't fight the tears.
    He flashes back in screaming at me, "WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?"
    I shake my head, "Lorri told me to."
    He grabs my arms and rips the bracelet by accident. My eyes widen. My extras are downstairs at my dad's. Not here.
    "Flash me home fast." I whisper.
    He does. He throws me on my bed at home and charges at me.
    My beast snarls at him. I jump up and run but he flash-runs. He grabs me again, but I throw him through the wall and continue down the stairs. He flashes in front of me and tackles me to the stairs. He rips my pants. My beast laughs.