The Darkness Within Us

The Darkness Within Us

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No one escapes from the jaws of fate, especially if this has green eyes. She has a gift, but she is no witch. She just sees things that hide from the light. He is not a normal guy. He bites. But he is not a monster. Fate took control over their lives.

Valentin is your average college student who lives in a family full of werewolves. Salomé, is like any girl who can see dead people and possess abilities beyond her understanding. Both live what is "normal lives" to them until their lives intertwine, revealing dark secrets and unsettling truhs from the past. How long can they hide what they truly are from each other? What will have to happen before one of them learns the truth?

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1. It All Started With a Party
~~Valentin~~ It was a Saturday night when my friend Adrian told me about a party. I didn't have much to do so it was fine for me. I asked Terrisha if she wanted to come, she's usually eager to tag along, but the party was apparently in some hotel in D.C, and she wasn’t feeling like going out of town. I had no complaints. I've been wanting to go to D.Crecently. We went in Adrian's truck and, since we were just a pair of deadheads, we decided to buy some drinks. The lobby of the hotel was fancy, we waited there for Adrian’s friend. I learned that his name was Ivan. He led the way to the room where the party was... When the door opened you could feel the vibrations of the music. There were flashing colored lights and loud music. People were drinking, chatting, and dancing. Before the door closed again, the white light of the hall allowed me to see a girl sitting on the island, facing the door. She noticed me and smiled politely. My friend and I waved at the girls on the island, but my eyes did not leave the ponytail girl... I began to drink and explore the room’s upper level since Adrian abandoned me and I knew none here. There was a window with a view of the city, there were people gathered there smoking. In front, there was another small living room with a glass coffee table and a large couch. Further ahead, there was a doorless bedroom with a couple kissing on the settee inside, and at the end of the ride, there was a doorless bathroom. The lights were off but it was all illuminated. At the bottom, there was a door for the toilet and to the left, there was a jacuzzi right in front of a huge circular window from where the light came. The view allowed you to see perfectly the Washington Monument and, further ahead, the rest of the city. The pointy tip was glowing in red and the huge structure shining in white surrounded by lights, the view was incredibly insane. Just whose party is this? I started to socialize with some people and discovered that some of them also live in Washington Claire, and some of them even attended Claire College too. I caught a glimpse of the girl who greeted me in the aisle. A tall guy was flirting with her. More people arrived, and some guys approached her but she discarded them with a broad and nice smile. The music changed and I sat down on one of the settees. I have heard some of these songs but they are still not familiar to me. It was pop in Spanish. Someone dragged the girl and she took a sip of her drink and followed them happily to the dance floor. She was quite gracious though. Her head had a high and straight ponytail, and her makeup was red and black, making her face look sharper. She wore black pants, a red blouse with white stars tied in the front with a string, and high heels combined. She was dancing excitedly with her friends and singing out loud. I guessed she was Latina. Ivan finally got bored and remembered my existence. He sat by my side and we just let ourselves drink; the things on the dance floor began to get more and more intense. They were dancing extremely close, their bodies were rubbing, and they were dancing dirty. This guy that was dancing with the ponytail girl slid his hand too south till finally, it landed on her rear, she shoved off his hand discreetly. Now he was pointing his face at her. Even from here, I could see his intentions to kiss her, but she would play coy and turn her face to the side and sing while ignoring him. She knew exactly what he was playing, and what she was playing. A small girl with dark skin approached her yelling something and she turned back smiling. They hugged and she forgot completely about the guy. The two girls started to dance in the center they were, they were moving sexily. The small girl standing on a low, wooden coffee table near me extended her hand to the ponytailed girl and she easily climbed onto the table and began to make a sexy dance. She went all the way down and then up again, her hips flowed so naturally that it was hypnotizing. I was fascinated and intrigued; I even found it a little hard to gulp. She jumped off the table chuckling. “You know what, I’m not going to sit here bored. Imma give it a try.” Ivan yelled at me and stood up. He asked the ponytailed girl who now was leaning on the isle to dance. That i***t got what he wanted, she pulled him closer and started to dance, but sure he had the same swag as a lamppost. I went to the bathroom and looked at my phone when I came back to the same spot. Ivan now was dancing between two girls. The ponytailed girl was dancing with her same group of fellows, someone inclined into her mouth a glass bottle with a clear liquid and she shrieked happily. They were just chilling, dancing, and drinking from that bottle and then from another one of the same. She was so full of energy and life; she had such a beautiful toothy smile, and she smiled a lot. She sang her heart out and yelled angrily in Spanish when someone accidentally turned off the music. She called the attention unintentionally; she was just naturally striking. I guess I fell victim to her the moment I started to stalk her with my eyes and didn’t even notice. She got my attention even before I realized it. It took me more than a few gulps of liquid courage to encourage myself, but in the end, my feet led me to her. She accepted to dance with me and now I started to feel like an i***t, regretting judging Ivan when I am the same, if not worse. However, she just laughed softly and showed me how to dance and it was nice, she was nice… “Hey, are you the one who has been looking at me?” She raised her voice so I could hear her. “What?” “My friend told me there was a gringo looking at me all this time and might want to dance with me.” I felt attacked, was I that obvious? I cleared my throat. “Yes.” She said nothing and we just kept dancing. Looking at her, I started to feel some temptation. I got my face close to hers, and she didn’t hide her face. I gulped dry. “Would you let me kiss you?” I said in her ear. “Huh” She backed her head and looked at me with wide eyes. Her expression told me that she heard well. “May I?” I leaned into her ear and then looked at her again. “Why?” She asked softly. “I think your lips are beautiful, like your smile… And I really feel like I need to kiss you…” She looked at me pondering and then she answered. “You-you may…” She looked at me intensely with her big, dark eyes, and then she looked down, putting her face closer. I wasn’t sure that she would accept, but she did. I removed my hands from her waist, placing one on her back and the other on her chin. I leaned slowly and started to kiss her. Her lips were soft, her mouth tasted like alcohol and her kisses were shy. I felt attracted to her like a magnet, so I pulled her closer. We were moving with the music, rubbing each other erotically, there was not even half an inch of distance between us; I began to kiss her more hungrily and she hooked her arms around my neck. “Get a room dudeee!” I heard Ivan’s voice from not too far away. I pulled her hand and we snuck between the people until we reached the bathroom on the upper level, we got inside the small toilet room and I closed the door. The dim light that made it through the translucent door made me appreciate her better. She wore shiny glasses, her eyes were brown, her skin clear and her lips red. We started to kiss again and I felt so intoxicated by her lips that I couldn't get enough; she also smelled nice, she smelled like vanilla and apples. She surrounded me with her arms as I slid my hands down on his frame. She had a slim waist and big hips; I blatantly grabbed her bottom, putting her closer to me and she gasped in my mouth. One of my hands traveled to her face, cupping her cheek, and then it started to move on its own. My hand slid down to her delicate neck, through the thin chains hanging from it, and to the center of her chest. I played with the bow in her neckline and then I cupped her breast over her blouse. I took my other hand to her other breast and I started to squeeze them. They were big and soft and quite exciting. I rubbed my thumbs in the center of her breasts and she moaned softly. “Sally!?” Suddenly the door slid open and more light entered, however, none of us reacted. “Oopsie, your busy.” The girl shut the door and flew away. Sally, was that her name? I wondered. I parted our lips and started to kiss her neck. I was besotted by her scent and incredibly turned on. I slid down one strand of her blouse and kissed her shoulder, tracing a path of kisses with my lips to the center of her chest. I dared lick the between of her breasts as she sighed, grabbing my hair and holding onto my shoulder, she smelled and tasted like alcohol. Some of the alcohol she drank from the bottle must have spilled onto her. “W-wait.” Suddenly she pulled away. “What’s the matter?” I asked, holding her face. She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. “No, I can’t”. All out of the blue, she opened the door and pushed me outside of the bathroom. Then she shut the door right on my nose. I was confused, it took me a moment to register what was happening because it was all sudden. But not much later I understood what was happening, she began to throw up. Of course, she was not feeling well. How didn’t I notice how drunk she was? “Are you all, right?” I asked once she stopped. “Ye-Yeah” her voice trembled. “Are you sure?” “YES, just leave me alone… Please.” I let her be but a while later I came back to check on her. She was still locked in the bathroom. There was a guy and a girl outside. “Please let us help you, you have to come out" The girl spoke in Spanish, and judging by her voice, she was the same one that discovered us earlier. “Hey, what’s going on?” I asked as I came closer. “You were with her, right?” the girl asked. “Yes.” She squinted her eyes. “I found her sleeping on the floor, when I woke her, she kicked me out. Now she’s blocking the door with her foot and won’t let us in.” The girl said worriedly. “Yeah, she is in a bad state but she refuses any help from anyone. We want to take her out and put her in the room. That’ll be better than the floor of the bathroom though.” The guy added, standing up on the handle of the door. “Salomé, come on! ¡Abre la puerta!” (Open the door!) Salomé, so that was her name then. It sounds familiar from somewhere, but I don’t think I know anyone called like that. It is a strange name though, but it was pretty, and it suits her well. “I swear I’m fine. Just leave me the hell alone… and the floor is cold…” The guy started to force the door open but it didn’t slide more than half an inch. “Dammit! For a drunk, she sure is strong” now that the light was on, I could see her silhouette through the translucent door, her leg was trenched and the point of her heel pushed the corner of the door. “Let me help you.” She finally gave up and the door slid open. “There” The guy rushed to pick her up from the floor, and she wasn’t able to stand on her feet. We supported her from each side as her friend led the way. “Dammit, who’s in the bed?” the bed was...being used. “Put her on the settee meanwhile,” her friend commanded. Not much time passed until she got up and fell to the floor. She didn’t bother to stand up, she just rushed back to the bathroom crawling. “Hey let me-” She shoved my hand when I tried to reach her. “No-N—” An arcade silenced her as she pressed her hand tightly against her mouth, then she let me take her to the bathroom. Her friend appeared to hold her hair. I left them and sat with Ivan in the living room of the upper level and the next thing I knew about the girl was that she made it to lock herself in the bathroom again, kicking everyone out. It’s a good thing that there is another bathroom on the lower level though. She finally got out of the voluntarily. Not long after, she locked herself inside again and after a couple of showers, she finally walked willingly and on her own to the room. I felt pity for her, the poor was having a bad time definitely. I heard that she had been drinking since eight pm and that she also had her stomach empty. They tried to feed her but she was so dizzy that food only made her feel sicker. I also felt bad that I didn’t notice how intoxicated she was, she or her friend could have thought that I was trying to take advantage of her. But no… I feel some guilt for that... At some point in the night, my friend just tossed me somewhere and I was knocked out in a matter of a second… I opened my eyes, and the electronic clock in front of the TV said 6:00 am. Dim gray light fills the room and some orange sun rays started to penetrate as my nose woke up with the scent of soap. As my brain started to work again, I felt some damp hair touching my face and then I realized that I was cuddling a girl from the back. One of my legs was tangled between hers and my arm was curled around her waist. I could not see her face but she was hugging a cushion. I also noticed that three other people were sleeping on the king's bed. I was trying to figure out how to escape but the girl I was cuddling moved first. She reached for her glasses on the nightstand and carefully put them on, then she slowly freed her legs, and lastly, she slipped away from my hold, getting up in slow motion. She slept so still; she was actually on the mere edge of the bed. The girl had curly dark blonde hair adorned with light blonde curls, she crunched to pick up her heels and a small backpack, and then she turned back. I closed my eyes quickly so she would think I was still sleeping. The next thing I heard was the shower. By the time I woke up, the girl was nowhere to be found and there were a lot of zombies around; someone was sleeping in the jacuzzi using towels as pillows and blankets, and there was one sleeping on the large couch on the upper level, one sleeping on the couch on the lower level and one sleeping on the settee. When was the last time I was at a party this wild? With a headache, I met with Adrian in the parking lot, because the imbecile of Ivan abandoned the party to ride some girl home. At least he had the human decency to ask Adrian to give me a ride. Adrian sat in the front with the driver and another guy whose identity I overlooked was sitting to my right. It looked like we were waiting for someone else. When the door opened, there was a thin, tall, and blonde guy accompanied by two girls, one small and thin, with tan skin and brown hair, and the other one, a curvy girl with dark blonde hair and glasses. Judging by her clothes, she was the same girl as last night although it took me a pair of seconds to notice. Unlike last night, she now wasn’t wearing any make-up, and when her hair was straight in a ponytail, now it was all loosened and curled, she looked like a lioness. “Mariana, you can’t tell everyone I can give them a ride” The driver complained. “What do you mean, I couldn't leave Salomé and Sebastian.” The thin girl, who is also the same as yesterday, argued. “Oh hi, you’re the same guy as last night. Hmmm, you look big. Would you mind carrying my friend on your legs?” She smiled at me. “Oh, not at all.” “Perfect. Sally, come on in.” “If there is someone else, they will have to go in the trunk.” The driver joked. “There’ll be no need, Gabe, let’s go.” “Um… sorry for the inconvenience.” The girl called Salomé said apologetically as she shyly sat on my lap. “Don’t worry at all.” The blonde guy sat by my side and the girl, Mariana, sat in his lap. Having her this close inevitably would make me breathe on her scent, and that confirmed that she was the same girl as last night and the same as this morning. She had a nice scent, I liked it. I wanted to ask how she was, but I wasn’t sure if she was ignoring all that happened last night or if she simply didn’t remember exactly. However, I didn’t want to make her uncomfortable. I got the feeling that the two Latinos sitting on my left were a couple, they were talking with the driver and Adrian, even with the guy on my right and with me, but Salomé was swimming in silence. I could tell she was a bit embarrassed because I noticed she was holding half of her weight to not sit completely on me, but still, it was about a 45minute ride and I also noticed that she wasn’t feeling all right, so each time the wheels of the car bumped, I cautiously made her lean further onto me. Fortunately, we made it to Washington Claire without much inconvenience because the highway was clear and we didn’t run into any police officers. Not too long after entering the town, we made our first stop. It was the guy Sebastian who jumped out first, so then Salomé took his place carrying Mariana on her lap. Salomé leaned her head on her friend’s back, allowing herself to rest. “We’ll walk from here, Gabe. Thank you so much, baby.” Mariana said, making the car stop. “Thanks a lot for the ride, Gabriel. It was a pleasure to meet you.” Salomé said a little awkwardly. “My pleasure,” he answered lightly. “And thank you again, sorry for the inconvenience.” The disheveled girl anchored her big, brown eyes on mine and looked down smiling shyly as she closed the door. Not much time passed for me to get close enough to be dropped off. I thanked Gabriel and Adrian for the ride and walked home. The moment I touched my bed I dozed off, not even bothering to close the curtains—Two knocks at the door that I ignored, but it swung open anyway as soft steps came closer. “Huff... you reek of alcohol, ya' know?” “Yeah... 'Sup Terr?” I said with my voice hoarse. “You just came this morning, didn’t you?” “Uhu...” I didn’t have energy; my head was still drumming. “I’m glad I refused to go. You didn’t need to drink that much though.” The bed beside me sank as she sat down on the edge. “C’mon, rise. Take this.” “Thanks.” I sat up as she handed me a pill and a glass of seltzer water. “Were you with someone?” She asked. “It was a party, Terrisha; I was with a lot of people.” “I know, I can smell a lot of people on you but there’s one especially that lingers…” She sniffed. “It is a female scent, a funny one.” “Uh? Yes, and stop sniffing me you, stalker.” Terrisha chuckled. “Were you with a girl?” She asked curiously. “Yeah. No—kinda.” “And what in the world does that mean?” “I could have been with her, but no. Then I ended up sleeping with her.” “WHAT!?” She spat out. “Not like that, we got drunk, and then I carried her in my lap on the way back home” I ignored whatever she said, finishing my water and lying flat again. “Hey! Come on up, it’s already two pm.” “Oh.” I couldn’t care less. “I have an idea. Why don’t we go to stretch our legs and hunt something? That will help you with the hangover.” She proposed eagerly. “I have the feeling that if I shift then I will be bumping my nose into each tree that crosses my path” “That’s why it is stupid to drink like that, dummy. It clouds your senses. Anyways, take a shower and come to the house, mom is cooking something and you need food.” I ended up doing as Terrisha said. I took a shower, and damn, it worked incredibly. Now I get why ponytail did it so many times, and now that I think about her, I wonder how is she doing. I had dinner with my family and later Terrisha convinced me to go stretch my legs and hunt something and Monday morning I was as new. During History class, I went off to the bathroom, but when I came back to the classroom my nose picked up a painfully familiar scent, but I couldn’t tell exactly who it was. After the class was over, I smelled it again and it led me to the hall of the bending machine where a hooded person kicked the bending machine angrily and then stormed off. Then again in the cafeteria, the scent lingered near the bending machine (which, by the way, was out of service). When I went back to the main building, I caught a glimpse of the hooded bending machine attacker heading off the campus. In English class, I had my eyes glued on my graded essay when that familiar scent came through the door making me lift my eyes from the paper. “I’m sorry.” A feminine voice apologized. The English classroom had rows of large tables and the door was placed at the back of the classroom, which is where I always sit. So, when the door swung open, the scent hit me like a blast. The newcomer took the seat right next to me and, as if the proximity didn’t confirm whose scent it was, she did when she pulled down her hood, revealing golden and dark blonde, disheveled locks. It was incredible that now she was right by my side, the same girl as last night had been my classmate this whole time and I didn’t even recognize her. She always sits near the door in the back of the classroom. No wonder why her scent and her name felt so familiar. Salomé...she hasn’t spared a single glance in this direction, and I’m assuming that she didn’t have any idea that it was me either. She pulled out a half Gatorade from her backpack and began to drink it. I have the feeling that that was what she wanted this morning when she kicked the poor bending machine. The teacher turned off the lights to reproduce a video and Salomé opened her computer in front of her face, pulling the lever of her chair to make it lower. She didn’t focus at all, instead, she finished her Gatorade as she ate a package of BBQ chips and a bar of chocolate. Salomé winced, pressing her hands against her temples, and so she put a capsule in her mouth, finishing a whole bottle of water in just seconds, to then fight against the sleepiness. I guess that she is still bearing the consequences of the hangover and that would not be rare. She was highly intoxicated at the party and she was still feeling bad on the way home. She looked pale with notoriously darkened eyebags and a decadent attitude. I could also tell that her body wasn’t feeling well at all, and you could notice on her face that she wasn’t feeling okay; I wonder why she didn't stay home. When the class was over, she flew immediately. When I headed outside, I found Salome in a hallway drinking water from the font, and then she splashed water on her face. She started to walk away, staggering until her knees gave up, making her fall backward. I rushed to her, catching her in the air before she touched the floor. “Hey, are you okay?” I asked her as she regained control of her body. “Em, ye-yes, I’m okay. Thank you.” She managed to stand on her feet, leaning on the wall. I was still wary because she seemed anything but okay. “Are you sure?” “Yes.” She breathed in deeply. “Are you driving home?” “Huh? -No. I take the bus.” She said pulling her hair behind her ear. “Do you want me to take you to the bus stop?” “No, no. I’m all right.” She waved her hand in the air. “But thank you anyway, for your kindness.” She gave me a smile tugging from her backpack and then she left me in the hallway.

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