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ice cream place.
Once we were parked I got swiftly out and turned back to see Mel still sitting in the passenger seat.
I raised my eyebrows, âAre you going to tell me you donât like ice cream?â Melody smiled and followed me inside. Iâve met people who donât eat sugar and stuff like that, but Iâve never lowered my self to socialize with them. So itâs a good thing Mel didnât turn out to be one of those girls.
I ordered us a huge tub of double fudge brownie to share. Yeah, doesnât that sound like heaven? It is.
Remembering the M.N I asked Mel in a casual voice, âSo whatâs with all the luggage, planân on running away?â
Her smiled faded and I instantly felt guilty for bringing it up, âNo, I was suppose to go to a sleepover at my volleyball coachâs house, but...â
âWhatâs stopping you? It sounds like fun,â I said gently. I could tell she wanted to drop the subject, but getting to the bottom of this was only going to help her in the long run. Unless I give her bad advice...
She sighed and pretended to study her spoon, âItâs this girl, Missy, sheâs... she rules the school and she hates me. No one will talk to me.â
âMissy?â I prompted.
âMissy Burkes.â I about choked on my chunk of brownie. The Burkesâ ruled the town. Mr. Burkes was a very wealthy divorce lawyer and Mrs. Burkes a very expensive trophy wife. Iâd seen Missy working around the hospital, mostly princess jobs that involved no real work.
âYou have enemies in high places,â I complimented.
Mel smiled tentatively, âSheâs been making my life a living hell.â
I leaned forward, now this was something I could deal with. âYou need to make friends with the people who have reasons to hate her guts. Quietly build your forces until the time comes to knock her on her delicate ass.â
A look of shock over came Melâs face. I realized, one second to late, that thatâs not the response most grown ups would give.
I stood up, âCome on itâs getting dark.â
The drive home was silent, but comfortable. I put on the radio and we were before singing
along to the familiar songs.
Every once in a while she would direct me down a street and before long we pulled up to a huge house in the middle of no where. I knew this place...I couldnât place it in my memory. The plantation style mansion had all itâs lights off and I couldnât see any movement.
âHun, are you sure some oneâs home?â
âI-I think so...ââ
I sighed heavily, âYou realize, of course, that as a certified adult I canât leave you here unattended. They could revoke my license.â
After a moments hesitation I jumped out of the car and got my share of the bags. She followed my example. The gravel driveway crunched beneath our feet as we made our way up to the shockingly familiar house.
I pulled my black jacket closer against my shivering form. I had changed at the ice cream pallor into thin baggy gray sweats and a black âTrue bloodâ t-shirt, not the warmest attire. I glanced back to Mel, who seemed to be perfectly cozy...maybe it was blond thing...
People usually wait for the person who actually lives in the house to get the door, so as not to seem pushy. Itâs a useless practice in my opinion, didnât they already invite you in? Shouldnât you get the door for them, as a sign of gratitude?
The door opened with a creak, which would have made me laugh at the cliche`, but I was too busy with being scared out of my mind. This place was seriously creepy. Inside the feeling of deja vu was even more intense, it was killing me that I couldnât remember when I had been here. I passed a large living room, it was nice and modern with a leather couch...
The truth hit me like a tun of bricks, if this is where Mel lives then...
I whirled to face her and tried to keep my tone calm, âMel, is there anything you need to tell me?â
She looked down at her feet, âI guess you get why the other girls donât like me...Itâs not Dadâs fault, he just wants to protect me from the world, but he canât protect me from them.â A light went on in my head. Melâs not a werewolf, her dad is. That should of made me feel better, but I just felt sick for ever fearing her. Sheâd gone through enough without me making it any worse.
Her voice was so tortured and grave that I crossed the room in one bound to rap her in my arms. She felt cold, but not in an inhuman way, more like a scared little girl who had lost her way.
She started shaking with silent sobs. I sat down on the leather couch, that not so long ago I had been unconscious on after being attacked by her father. It only took common sense to figure out who her dad was, and that whole âprotecting me from the worldâ definitely sounded like Ace.
I cuddled her against me and just let her cry. Despite all my big talk, sometimes you need to open up the bottle of repressed emotions and let em` out. I felt very comfortable; holding her in my arms. It made me think about what I might have been missing out on, like getting married, being a mom, and annoying little grandchildren that you love, but want to strangle at the same time.
I had the feeling she hadnât had anyone she felt comfortable crying on in a long time. My heart clenched painfully, someone needs to be taking better care of her. My thoughts went immediately to Ace, he hadnât seemed like a bad man, more like a man who had no idea how to raise a teenage girl. Then again, did anyone? I remembered my own teen years, which really werenât that long ago, I was awful to my parents. I spent most of my time avoiding them, unless of course I needed something they wouldnât give me, then I was like the vengeance of God.
Did I really want to go through all that with a kid who wasnât even mine? I glanced down at the beautiful little girl grieving on my shoulder, a shudder went through her and I gripped her tighter, already having decided that maybe a sidekick wouldnât be so bad. She definitely looked like she was in need of a super hero.
The front door slammed shut. âMelody? Mel, are you hurt?â Aceâs voice was tight with anger and fear. In a blink of an eye he was standing right next to me. Normally I would have jumped in surprise, but I didnât have the energy.
âMelody, why donât you wait in your room,â I whispered in her ear. She nodded, stood up stiffly, and exited the room quickly. Probably a little afraid of the crazy look in Aceâs eyes.
I straightened and met his eyes, âWe need to talk.â
***
Half an hour later I had told him everything, and we were sitting across from each other in his large kitchen, that was colored a strange color of green. His face was in his hand and he looked as if he hadnât slept in years.
âWhereâs Melâs mother?â I didnât want to ask, more than anything I wanted to wrap Ace up in my arms as I had Mel. Funny how much I liked him when he wasnât annoying the shit out of me.
He gazed up at me through bloodshot eyes and his voice came out like a strangled choke, âGone. The agreement we had come to was that I got to see Mel on some holidays...then a couple of months ago she dropped Mel on my doorstep and didnât look back,â he continued in a growl, âShe said she found herself a new boyfriend who didnât like kids and she couldnât let Mel screw up her chances.â
âAnd you slept with her!â I slapped a hand to my mouth, did I actually say that out loud? Please say no, please please please.
One glance at the incredulous/embarrassed look on Aceâs face and it was very clear that I needed to spend the next ten years locked in my basement with a sock in my mouth. Bad Vivi!
The next thing I knew Aceâs was laughing, no cracking up, at my expense! I so take back everything I said about liking him!
âYou-you should see...your face!â Aceâs choked out in between violent guffaw attacks.
âIâm glad this is amusing for one of us...â I ground my teeth together, âMelody needs someone trustworthy, respectful, kind, and a good role model. So, until we find a human sized Barbie doll, she can have me.â
Ace raised his eyebrow and repeated my words with disbelief, âShe can have you?â
âYes, stupid,â I said with extreme slowness as if he were mentally damaged...well the juryâs still out on that one...
He leaned forward, putting his face inches from mine, âAre you implying I canât protect my own daughter?â
I closed the rest of the distance, so that our foreheads were touching, âNo, Iâm saying you donât know anything about teenage girls and youâre in way over your head.â
He held my gaze and I looked away out of common courtesy, he sighed, but it sounded like a thank you, and dropped his head to his hands like it weighed more than he could lift. Now that the threat was gone, he could relax.
âLetâs say I accept your help, whatâs the plan of action?â
I frowned, âItâs simple really, Mel spends time with me; sleepovers and stuff like that. Iâll teach her to stand up to Missy-â
âYou mean youâll teach her to be a stubborn hard head who finds herself in compromising situations due to her out of control temper.â
âOh, and what are you going to teach her? Hmm, how to be an annoying Alpha who acts like a big âman whoreâ and goes around growling at women who defy him?â I shot back heatedly.
âOnly because-wait, did you just call me a âman whoreâ?
I stared into his vividly green eyes, what would it be like to caress his beautiful face? Woa! Bad Vivi, no touchy, no thinky about touchy either.
His eyes smoldered and he moved closer to me, too close. I could barely breathe, a need to touch him enveloped me. I reached out a hand and rested it on his cheek, it hadnât even realized I did it until I saw the hand-my hand- on his face.
I froze and waited for him to rip my throat out, instead he closed his eyes leaned into the out stretched hand.
We stayed like that for a little while, I was in no hurry to move. His eyes snapped open and gazed at me with an expression I couldnât read.
I sighed, âI have work tomorrow.â It killed me to say it, but snuggling wasnât going to solve all of Aceâs problems, especially the Mel related ones. No matter how much I wished it would.
He nodded solemnly and walked me to my car. He watched me as I found my keys and hopped in the truck. I rolled down the window to and opened my mouth to say good-bye, when I felt a sizzling warm presence cupping my cheek. It felt unbelievably nice to have him so close, I greedily wanted to get even closer. I reminded myself how bad of idea that would be and I reluctantly rested my hand on his and pulled it slowly and gently away; trying to keep skin contact for as long as possible.
Once we were parked I got swiftly out and turned back to see Mel still sitting in the passenger seat.
I raised my eyebrows, âAre you going to tell me you donât like ice cream?â Melody smiled and followed me inside. Iâve met people who donât eat sugar and stuff like that, but Iâve never lowered my self to socialize with them. So itâs a good thing Mel didnât turn out to be one of those girls.
I ordered us a huge tub of double fudge brownie to share. Yeah, doesnât that sound like heaven? It is.
Remembering the M.N I asked Mel in a casual voice, âSo whatâs with all the luggage, planân on running away?â
Her smiled faded and I instantly felt guilty for bringing it up, âNo, I was suppose to go to a sleepover at my volleyball coachâs house, but...â
âWhatâs stopping you? It sounds like fun,â I said gently. I could tell she wanted to drop the subject, but getting to the bottom of this was only going to help her in the long run. Unless I give her bad advice...
She sighed and pretended to study her spoon, âItâs this girl, Missy, sheâs... she rules the school and she hates me. No one will talk to me.â
âMissy?â I prompted.
âMissy Burkes.â I about choked on my chunk of brownie. The Burkesâ ruled the town. Mr. Burkes was a very wealthy divorce lawyer and Mrs. Burkes a very expensive trophy wife. Iâd seen Missy working around the hospital, mostly princess jobs that involved no real work.
âYou have enemies in high places,â I complimented.
Mel smiled tentatively, âSheâs been making my life a living hell.â
I leaned forward, now this was something I could deal with. âYou need to make friends with the people who have reasons to hate her guts. Quietly build your forces until the time comes to knock her on her delicate ass.â
A look of shock over came Melâs face. I realized, one second to late, that thatâs not the response most grown ups would give.
I stood up, âCome on itâs getting dark.â
The drive home was silent, but comfortable. I put on the radio and we were before singing
along to the familiar songs.
Every once in a while she would direct me down a street and before long we pulled up to a huge house in the middle of no where. I knew this place...I couldnât place it in my memory. The plantation style mansion had all itâs lights off and I couldnât see any movement.
âHun, are you sure some oneâs home?â
âI-I think so...ââ
I sighed heavily, âYou realize, of course, that as a certified adult I canât leave you here unattended. They could revoke my license.â
After a moments hesitation I jumped out of the car and got my share of the bags. She followed my example. The gravel driveway crunched beneath our feet as we made our way up to the shockingly familiar house.
I pulled my black jacket closer against my shivering form. I had changed at the ice cream pallor into thin baggy gray sweats and a black âTrue bloodâ t-shirt, not the warmest attire. I glanced back to Mel, who seemed to be perfectly cozy...maybe it was blond thing...
People usually wait for the person who actually lives in the house to get the door, so as not to seem pushy. Itâs a useless practice in my opinion, didnât they already invite you in? Shouldnât you get the door for them, as a sign of gratitude?
The door opened with a creak, which would have made me laugh at the cliche`, but I was too busy with being scared out of my mind. This place was seriously creepy. Inside the feeling of deja vu was even more intense, it was killing me that I couldnât remember when I had been here. I passed a large living room, it was nice and modern with a leather couch...
The truth hit me like a tun of bricks, if this is where Mel lives then...
I whirled to face her and tried to keep my tone calm, âMel, is there anything you need to tell me?â
She looked down at her feet, âI guess you get why the other girls donât like me...Itâs not Dadâs fault, he just wants to protect me from the world, but he canât protect me from them.â A light went on in my head. Melâs not a werewolf, her dad is. That should of made me feel better, but I just felt sick for ever fearing her. Sheâd gone through enough without me making it any worse.
Her voice was so tortured and grave that I crossed the room in one bound to rap her in my arms. She felt cold, but not in an inhuman way, more like a scared little girl who had lost her way.
She started shaking with silent sobs. I sat down on the leather couch, that not so long ago I had been unconscious on after being attacked by her father. It only took common sense to figure out who her dad was, and that whole âprotecting me from the worldâ definitely sounded like Ace.
I cuddled her against me and just let her cry. Despite all my big talk, sometimes you need to open up the bottle of repressed emotions and let em` out. I felt very comfortable; holding her in my arms. It made me think about what I might have been missing out on, like getting married, being a mom, and annoying little grandchildren that you love, but want to strangle at the same time.
I had the feeling she hadnât had anyone she felt comfortable crying on in a long time. My heart clenched painfully, someone needs to be taking better care of her. My thoughts went immediately to Ace, he hadnât seemed like a bad man, more like a man who had no idea how to raise a teenage girl. Then again, did anyone? I remembered my own teen years, which really werenât that long ago, I was awful to my parents. I spent most of my time avoiding them, unless of course I needed something they wouldnât give me, then I was like the vengeance of God.
Did I really want to go through all that with a kid who wasnât even mine? I glanced down at the beautiful little girl grieving on my shoulder, a shudder went through her and I gripped her tighter, already having decided that maybe a sidekick wouldnât be so bad. She definitely looked like she was in need of a super hero.
The front door slammed shut. âMelody? Mel, are you hurt?â Aceâs voice was tight with anger and fear. In a blink of an eye he was standing right next to me. Normally I would have jumped in surprise, but I didnât have the energy.
âMelody, why donât you wait in your room,â I whispered in her ear. She nodded, stood up stiffly, and exited the room quickly. Probably a little afraid of the crazy look in Aceâs eyes.
I straightened and met his eyes, âWe need to talk.â
***
Half an hour later I had told him everything, and we were sitting across from each other in his large kitchen, that was colored a strange color of green. His face was in his hand and he looked as if he hadnât slept in years.
âWhereâs Melâs mother?â I didnât want to ask, more than anything I wanted to wrap Ace up in my arms as I had Mel. Funny how much I liked him when he wasnât annoying the shit out of me.
He gazed up at me through bloodshot eyes and his voice came out like a strangled choke, âGone. The agreement we had come to was that I got to see Mel on some holidays...then a couple of months ago she dropped Mel on my doorstep and didnât look back,â he continued in a growl, âShe said she found herself a new boyfriend who didnât like kids and she couldnât let Mel screw up her chances.â
âAnd you slept with her!â I slapped a hand to my mouth, did I actually say that out loud? Please say no, please please please.
One glance at the incredulous/embarrassed look on Aceâs face and it was very clear that I needed to spend the next ten years locked in my basement with a sock in my mouth. Bad Vivi!
The next thing I knew Aceâs was laughing, no cracking up, at my expense! I so take back everything I said about liking him!
âYou-you should see...your face!â Aceâs choked out in between violent guffaw attacks.
âIâm glad this is amusing for one of us...â I ground my teeth together, âMelody needs someone trustworthy, respectful, kind, and a good role model. So, until we find a human sized Barbie doll, she can have me.â
Ace raised his eyebrow and repeated my words with disbelief, âShe can have you?â
âYes, stupid,â I said with extreme slowness as if he were mentally damaged...well the juryâs still out on that one...
He leaned forward, putting his face inches from mine, âAre you implying I canât protect my own daughter?â
I closed the rest of the distance, so that our foreheads were touching, âNo, Iâm saying you donât know anything about teenage girls and youâre in way over your head.â
He held my gaze and I looked away out of common courtesy, he sighed, but it sounded like a thank you, and dropped his head to his hands like it weighed more than he could lift. Now that the threat was gone, he could relax.
âLetâs say I accept your help, whatâs the plan of action?â
I frowned, âItâs simple really, Mel spends time with me; sleepovers and stuff like that. Iâll teach her to stand up to Missy-â
âYou mean youâll teach her to be a stubborn hard head who finds herself in compromising situations due to her out of control temper.â
âOh, and what are you going to teach her? Hmm, how to be an annoying Alpha who acts like a big âman whoreâ and goes around growling at women who defy him?â I shot back heatedly.
âOnly because-wait, did you just call me a âman whoreâ?
I stared into his vividly green eyes, what would it be like to caress his beautiful face? Woa! Bad Vivi, no touchy, no thinky about touchy either.
His eyes smoldered and he moved closer to me, too close. I could barely breathe, a need to touch him enveloped me. I reached out a hand and rested it on his cheek, it hadnât even realized I did it until I saw the hand-my hand- on his face.
I froze and waited for him to rip my throat out, instead he closed his eyes leaned into the out stretched hand.
We stayed like that for a little while, I was in no hurry to move. His eyes snapped open and gazed at me with an expression I couldnât read.
I sighed, âI have work tomorrow.â It killed me to say it, but snuggling wasnât going to solve all of Aceâs problems, especially the Mel related ones. No matter how much I wished it would.
He nodded solemnly and walked me to my car. He watched me as I found my keys and hopped in the truck. I rolled down the window to and opened my mouth to say good-bye, when I felt a sizzling warm presence cupping my cheek. It felt unbelievably nice to have him so close, I greedily wanted to get even closer. I reminded myself how bad of idea that would be and I reluctantly rested my hand on his and pulled it slowly and gently away; trying to keep skin contact for as long as possible.
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