Lahat ng Kabanata ng CRIMSON AND FUR: Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

PERCYShe wanted to be my girlfriend! That was what the fidgeting was all about, the whole uncertainty! I felt more disappointed than I would have thought I would be. I did not know what it was I had wanted to hear -- that she had discovered her roommate was a vamp, that she had found out I kill people for living -- hell that she had spotted what she thought was a vamp, or that she knew I was an Alpha, anything but something so regular and as boring as a big girl who knew she should not be fallen fornthe playboy getting stupid enough to do that. I smiled. A full fledged one as I stared down at her. She had said I could remain non exclusive, while she pledged to stay loyal to me. Aside from catching feelings she should have been smart enough not to feel, I could not tell the difference between this and our former arrangement for me -- except now, she was only limiting herself. I wanted to tell her I didn't really give a rat's arse who she slept with, but there was a new vulnerabil

I did not have the energy to get into a battle of words with Percy right now. "Why are you here Percy? You've made it crystal clear to me that you don't like me -- hate me -- despise me." He smiled coldly. "I saw a damsel in distress, and I wanted to help." Even though I knew he was only being sarcastic, a part of me wished he was not. It would actually feel good to have a man as awesome as he was treating me with care -- "I had to make sure you don't spill any gibbish about the existence of Vampires and Werewolves. You seemed to be saying a while lot in your -- sleep." I ignored his harsh tone. "I'm fine now -- and of course I'm done spilling gibish, so you can go back to where you came from Percy King." He actually smiled at that. "Now there's a thought. You seem to be making a habit of interrupting me in the midst of my -- sessions." I rolled my eyes "She's not even a red head." The smile that curved at his mouth had the semblance of a genuine one, andbit act

I drew in a breath. "I'm sorry Percy. I'm sorry for being stupid enough to be born a vampire, but those are reflexes I cannot control. I was alone, in a new place, and you were intimidating me, turning me on, but with the most commanding tone, I have ever known. Perhaps that was just my instincts acting, maybe, I wanted to leverage."'And do you have it now? Your leverage -- what has changed? Have you suddenly decided to trust me? There was a cynical bitterness in his voice, veiled by the cold indifference in his eyes. It shocked me.'You have not answered me, Amelia,' he prodded. 'What made you decide to trust me?' I lifted my chin. 'Trust is to be earned.'He lifted a brow, and a slow sardonic smile curved at his lips. 'And I have done nothing to earn it -- so you don't trust me?' I shook my head in answer when I saw he was waiting for one, confused as to why the answer to that question mattered so much to him. I did not have much time to think again, this time when he p

The night's air blew a whiff of the scent of roses to me, and for some reason, it reminded me of the long, empty, dusty hall I had just been in with the grandmaster of the Thinkers. That was odd since I had not noticed any scent of roses while I had been there, only acrid dust -- then it hit me! The only connection between roses and the empty grandmaster's hall was Valerie. I stopped running immediately as though I had suddenly run into a wall. Valerie. Why was her name coming up a lot in my mind today, and what could be the connection! But that was not a question I was asking myself, because I already knew the answer. The first time I had spoken with Valerie, she had led me into an empty dust-covered mathematics lab, and there had been roses. It could have been a coincidence that the Thinkers happened to like dust -- or maybe they were not even particular about dust, maybe that was just the place that was available for them, yet Valerie was becoming linked with the thinkers and

AMELIA The Alpha pushed me away from him then, violently. So that I stumbled backwards and would have fallen if my back did not hit a tree behind me. I tried to close my eyes to the pain that threatened to tear me apart, but even shutting my eyes hurt. I wondered if this was a new torture technique, or if I felt this way because I still hadn't fed in a long time. I found I could not stop staring into his eyes, eyes that screamed of how much he hated me, and yet demanded that he own me. His very being seemed to be fighting to take possession of mine, to own the very breath of my nostrils, and inspite of myself, I laughed weakly. Who was I to deny him access? He had already owned me from the moment I had seen him at the frat party. I drew in a breath and surrendered myself to the pain and the subtle pleasure. If it killed me then I'd die happy knowing one thing -- that I'd forever belong to the Alpha Percy King. Surprisingly, the pain stopped sooner than I thought it would,