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Sweetly Torn Apart Ch.11

Horror Created on 9-24-07 Views(93) Story Rating G

Chapter 11        She quietly bit her nails walking nervously around the room. Claire had called Damien but got his voice mail instead. She gave up and let her emotions run wild with fear. “Stop pacing or you’ll put a hole in the floor!”          Claire stopped and glared at Jasper; he had no idea what was going on in her head. He was positively oblivious sitting there twiddling his thumbs on the couch; she wanted to slap the calm out of him. Claire sighed and fell down next to him. The phone rang and her heart jumped; Jasper answered it before she decided to breathe again. “Claire it’s just Nikolas, calm down!” The weight constricting her heart lifted and she shook from laughter. Why was she so nervous? He was just a human; she had to think like a hunter, a natural born killer getting rid of a weakness. But, alas she could not, every time she tried Damien popped back in like a plague!          “What? Where? Are you sure? Yes, I’ll be right there.” he hung up the phone and bit his lower lip and began, “They found another body.” he tightly hugged Claire and whispered, “Jack.” Her breath faltered and she paused. Jack is dead?           “What…what?” she choked.          “Nikolas found him face down in the water not far from here. Same injuries as the others.” She thought of their last conversation; he was deeply concerned about Natalie and she practically pushed him out of the bathroom.           “Jasper this is really bad.”          He nodded and picked up the phone again; he dialed and waited, “Damn boy!” Jasper slammed the phone down and it broke into pieces. Claire glared at him, who did he call?           “Did you call Damien?” She struggled with the name on her tongue.          “Yes” he grunted in disgust.          “Why?”          He gave her an inquisitive look as if the answer was obvious, “I hate to utter his name,” He grumbled, “Damien means something to you and you unfortunately mean something to me…” she rolled her eyes, “So I felt it was only right to get a hold of his neck.” Claire growled, “To get him out of town! Not to kick his ass! You want him safe don’t you?” She nodded and buried her head against his shoulder.           “I still need to talk to Nikolas also.” Jasper slowly stood and walked to the staircase. “What?”          “Nothing!” he replied. He placed his hand on the rail and lightly clawed at it with his index finger.           She gave up on understanding Jasper and pulled her coat around her frame more. She felt a soft chill creep up her spine and the hair on her neck stand on end. The air had changed drastically and felt rigidly calm. Claire silently tugged her knees tighter against herself and buried her head. The feeling made her unbearably nauseas. The quiet house filled with the loud humming of a bell. Her eyes shot right at the door and held, she couldn’t move. The pain-staking urge to run made her sit even stiller.          A statue sitting on the couch with a vomiting look. Jasper stopped at her side and sighed. He went to touch her shoulder for reassurance but the bell cut him off with another deafening ring.           Jasper answered the door. Damien stood wearily before him; a pathetic attempt at bravado and Damien sulked in the doorway, defeated. The wolf boy’s eyes beamed silently as Damien crossed the threshold and stood awkwardly before Claire.           Jasper could you please give us a minute? As you wish, I’ll be with Nikolas for a few hours burying someone. He bowed his head and peeked at Claire through strained eyes. She sat perfectly still with her head slightly tilted towards the right. A large strand of hair fell in front of one of her eyes and held still, afraid to move. He immediately caught eyes with Damien and glared; the boy didn’t move in fear or even flinch. It was Jasper who lost this time; he huffed and walked out of the room leaving an eerie silence between them. Damien sat down and leaned on his knees. “You called.” There was no more love in his cold words; they made Claire shiver from their intensity. “Yes, I want to talk with you.”“Go on…”“Well I didn’t mean to…” she stopped, her throat seized and her eyes fell to his hand, “What happened to your hand?” Damien momentarily glanced down and shrugged. Wrapped securely around his hand was bloody spotted gauze. “Finger was torn off by an animal, they couldn’t save it.”“Oh,” She could smell the lies pouring off him in large sheets of dust. The smell made her nose burn and her eyes water with dismay; he no longer cared to tell her the truth. “Well,” she tried to tear her eyes from the wound and offered him something to drink. “No thank you. Claire may I ask you something?”“Sure Damien.” She pealed her eyes back to his face and struggled the urge to run safely into Jaspers arms. “I’m just curious why you’re such a danger to me?”He tightly knit his fingers around her hands and brought them towards his face. His hands felt cold but oddly comforting, like cold steal on a hot day. He sighed and starred at Claire for the longest time without words. Damien silently fought the urge to kiss her; he dropped her hands and fell back in the chair. He dug his hand into his jean pocket and handed her a folded piece of paper. Claire took it and unfolded the gift from him. It was another picture of her; the moon cast high above her head sending light shades over her distraught face. Her face was so pained with emotion; Claire fought back a yelp of tears. Her eyes were the richest shade of gold mixed in with her humanly green. He saw that? What else did he observe? She looked at Damien with a confused look, “Why gold?”“Whenever you look at me after a long moment your eye color shades towards gold.” Claire nodded and looked at the picture again. In the darkest part of the underbrush, she faintly saw an image. Long and parting the thick brush with hairy paws, the same black wolf watched her with an uncanny expression, torn between hunger and passion. “Damien what’s this?” she lied. “Oh, um, that’s a wolf watching over you.” He pointed towards the brush and then at her neck, “and that’s a silver pentacle I bought you to wear that night. You never received it,” He dug once more into his jeans and produced a tiny black box with her initials engraved on it. Her heart accelerated as he took the chain out. Claire knew now that he was something more then just a lovely boy with a knack for finding the only inhuman girl at school. He was a hunter of the night gone awry. Damien handed her the chain but dared not touch the pentacle that dangled from the end. “Damien, I can’t except this.”“Why not?”Her throat seized as he neared with the deadly chain. Claire backed away from his touch and whispered, “I don’t love you.” Damien faltered and stood cautiously holding the chain at foot length from his skin. Claire glared at him as he neared, “Don’t make this any harder than it is.” He stopped and sat down away from Claire, the chain still in his outstretched hand. He carefully placed the chain back in its box and closed the lid, “A gift is a gift and should be given never the less.” He placed the box down on the table in front of him and stood to leave. “Damien wait…don’t leave.” A smile crept up his face and held. “I only stopped by to give you something…I also have to talk with Steve.” Claire bit her lip for any excuse and stopped him from opening the door. “Please stay with me, Damien?” She sighed with exhaustion. “Claire why do you do this to me?” He pointed at her face amusedly. “You act like you love me and then deny it!” There was so much fighting between the two that Claire once more had to fight the urge to swipe her claws across his face. “Damien is the wolf in the picture you?”His eyes widened, “What gives you that idea?” “Its still watching over me when I tell it no.”

He hugged her towards him and whispered quietly in her ear, “I’ll tell you a secret if you tell one!” She couldn’t see it but another smile crept up his face and his eyes flickered to that deadly yellow.

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On September 25th 2007 beachparty57 Said :
beachparty57 OMG what is going on?!!?
On September 25th 2007 Valianteni Said :
Valianteni Jeez-um crow! That just about kicked me in the face but I had a feelin' yah know.
On September 24th 2007 Aegle Said :
Aegle OH WHATS GONNA HAPPEN. I love this story I love it. Keep me posted please. I'm also writing a story called Silver Hearts. (werewolfies in it some wehre lol)
On September 24th 2007 jirrith2007 Said :
jirrith2007 OMG!! I thought that Damien was the bad wolf or something!! Keep it up!!