Chapter 11
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~ STEFANO'S POV ~
"He was a trained assassin." I said slowly. I wanted to make sure that she got it embedded in her head so that she doesn't go around blaming herself for it.
She gulped and then looked me in the eye and asked,
"Then what are you?"
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"I know that you like to go around getting into fights." I said, thinking about what I had witnessed in the cafe where I had first seen her throwing punches. "But I didn't know you liked to go around begging to be killed."
She tried to yank her hand off of my hold. But she was not strong enough.
"Don't you want to know what I am?" I chuckled, keeping a firm grip on her without it being strong enough to hurt her.
"Not a vampire, I suppose?"
God, this woman! She is trembling with fear but she still has it in her to be sassy.
"Maybe I am." I said, inching closer to her, my lips mere inches from her ear lobe. "Do you want to find out?" I nipped down at her ear.
"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEH!" Her screech was loud and high-pitched to make me jump back, almost slipping on one of the pieces of the broken vase that decorated the floor.
She gave me a look of utter disbelief and scrambled for her apartment and I too was so surprised that I didn't react.
I had imagined and feared a lot of ways in which a woman would render me shocked and speechless, but I swear to God I never saw this one coming.
My heart was drumming at my rib cage to break its way out of it and run for my life.
What the hell was that sound?
Was that what Banshees sounded like?
Was that an Indian thing?
What in the world was that?
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~ ALANNA'S POV ~
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"Alright!" I exclaimed to myself as I pulled out all my suitcases from the storage room and took off the garbage bags I had wrapped them with to prevent dust from settling down on them. "Now that my life has become so pathetic that I am embarrassed to go in front of a murderer, let's pack up and catch the earliest flight to hell- I mean, home!"
What do I do with myself?
What do I tell Mommy and Papa?
Shouldn't I intimate someone from school? Or is just an email enough?
A gazillion thoughts shot across my mind like a meteor shower as I rummaged through all my stuff and packed whatever was necessary... which was basically everything that caught my eye.
Ugh..... but none of this is even necessary! I was always an impulsive shopper but right now I am being an impulsive hoarder! This is getting out of hand. What do I do with myself?
Oh wait!
Ticket!
I forgot about the flight ticket!
How the hell am I supposed to get out of this place when I don't even have tickets with me or know when the next flight to India is?
I looked around at all the mess that I had created in the whole apartment as I aimlessly ran around doing everything I can to get out of this place,
My bag was filled with kitchen utensils, throw pillows, remote control batteries and who knows what else. Meanwhile, the things of total necessity which were in the bedroom as I refused to get in there. I just refused!
And I think everything made even more sense as it was freaking three in the morning on a boring old Sunday, and everyone probably was going to sleep in today and try to enjoy every bit of what the weekend had to offer (and most probably fail miserably) while I was wide awake, heart thumping, in my sister's pajamas that my sister kept in her room, staring at all the mess in front of me and wondering why everything went wrong within minutes of my life.
I can't be the only person to have felt this way right? I feel so sorry for all the characters in movies and books out there who did not get the chance to sit down and slowly process what was going on with them! Like how do they live with something like this?
I closed my eyes and opened them right back as the face of the dead guy haunted me every single time.
I needed to get out of here but that man just wouldn't! He was watching me like a hawk!
Maybe I should die because I would take literally anything over what I felt right now! I am going crazy!
I am crazy!
I am crazy. I am crazy. I am crazy.
I raised my hand up and brought it fast down to my cheek, smacking myself across the face and hoping my insanity got kicked out of my head.
The sting was tolerable. And I looked around as if I was seeing my apartment for the first.
Oh well, at least the voices in my head stopped.
I let out a heavy sigh.
It was three in the morning and I was out of my mind. I thought it was better to try to get some sleep and see what the morning holds for me. Who knows?
Tomorrow I might wake up and realize that it was all just a bad bad dream...
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