DARKER DESIRES
CHAPTER 11: Nephil's
Jessica’s P.O.V
I quickly finished curling my hair. I tucked it in place then stared at myself in the mirror for a second, I was pretty satisfied with my look. I yanked out the curling iron plug then started for the living room; I quickly slid on my high heels and stride over to my full body mirror.
I particularly like this dress ( http://www.polyvore.com/nights_out/set?id=108453242 )don’t know why. Maybe it helps boost my self-esteem and pushes my major insecurity problems to the side for once. I slid on a another layer of lip stick, closed my window and walked out my room, down the hallway and down the stairs.
“Jessica?” Mom called from the kitchen. I slowly turned around and walked into the kitchen. She was standing over the stove batching up something new, but it obviously wasn’t good since this orbit smell was churning my stomach. “Are you leaving? Oh you look so cute” She dropped her spatula, wiped her hands on a towel and came over to squeeze the life out of me. “Ohhh, mom…thanks?”.
She finally let go of me, and observed my dress inch by inch. “Do you think it’s…kind of short hon?” She grabbed the hem of my dress and stretched it down a little bit. I quickly moved her hand. “Mom….” My hand came to live as my phone vibrated. I quickly took a glance and could already see the beginning of Harry’s name on the screen. “Okay, mom, mom I have to go” She in gulfed me into her smothering hug before releasing me. “Okay….be safe sweetie” I gave her a tight smile and headed towards the door.
Anything that involves Harry is never safe. I grabbed my trench coat; threw it on and headed outside. The coldness clung to my legs, making my Goosebumps come reach above surface. As I came to the end of my path way my eyes met with Harry’s, he was dressed different this time. He had on an all black suite that fit him mighty fine and his hair wasn’t…wild and loose, it was brushed back. He was leaning up against the car with his arms crossed, rubbing his jaw thoughtfully.
He met me half way before I could get to the car. “Ooooohhh Jess” I stopped in front of him, not for his satisfaction but because his cologne smelled amazing. He leaned in his lips but I quickly walked around him towards the passenger side of the car. “Ssssss Jess….you’re killing me here” The words slipped out his mouth smoothly and confident, but at the same time his words sounded meaningless.
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We pulled up to a tall black gate that had sincere lines and drawings on it. It slowly opened and my heart couldn’t even begin to beat again, this place was bigger than my house combine. http://www.dreamhomedesignusa.com/images/front_night.jpg
The wall had perfect sculpted bricks that fit just right with the other ones. The detail that lies within the cement was breath taking. “Wh-why are we here?” My curiosity just had to take over. He left my question unanswered. We pulled up along the front door and a guy came to take Harry’s keys, by the way he threw it to him told me that he’s been here before. He gradually came to my side and settled his hand on my back, guiding me towards the front two big, intimidating doors.
I noticed he haven’t tried to make a move at all since we left, and I just got use to his sexual gestures. I wish that he would hold my hand! I quickly rolled my eyes over to his hands; they weren’t out in the open or visible anymore. He had them stuffed in his pocket. Damn it! The two doors opened automatically, leading us to a huge grand stair case. “Well, well, well look who made it” From the top of the stairs came a tall guy, he was dressed in a black suite as well.
I double looked back at Harry and the guy….something about them looks similar, down to the clothes, the eyes, the hair….is cloning possible? He made his way down the stairs and over to us. He had a wine glass in his hand that was becoming near empty.
“Is this her….Harry?” I looked up at Harry like an innocent child. He clenched his jaw, but remained silent. As the guy strode closer, Harry’s hand grew tighter around my back. The guy came over, studying my face like art. He gently brushed a piece of hair out my face and back into place “She’s beyond beautiful…and what is your name love?” Before I could answer, Harry
moved his hand from off around my back to my side. He pushed me closer up against his body, widening the space between me and the guy “Jessica Collins…is her name” The way my name came out of Harry’s voice was truly sexy. “Oh, Harry she’s hands off I get it…it’s alright, I have my own” I glanced at Harry. His eyes weren't filled with excitement and seduction, he was mad and scorned by this guy. “Well what are you guys waiting for, the party’s over there….but first, can I talk to you Harry?”
His tone was calming but intimidating. The guy walked over to this den. Harry broke his glance at him and stood in front of my body. He leaned in closely like we were sharing a secret. Suddenly he was over protective of me, I could feel it in the way his eyes stared down to me, his tone was more stern too but playful at the same time. “I want you to stay right her, I’ll be back love. Don’t miss me too much, it will drive you mad….not kidding your body will be calling my name” He grabbed my waist; pushing me closer to him. His mouth leveled to my ear. His scented cologne and his toned torso rubbing up against my stomach making everything around my waist clench.
“This dress….” He swiftly moved my hair off over my ears and behind my back. His hand grazed my neck, causing me to tingle with want. “Was made to be stripped off…” He released me and slowly kissed my temple, this kiss was different, it was longer; like I’m something fragile that he has to watch over. Then just like that he turned and walked away caressing his bottom lip.
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Harry’s P.O.V
I hate leaving Jessica alone, nothing is more important than me isolating myself from the person I care about but something’s just have to been done and over with. I closed the two big doors to the den and slowly made my way over to the big desk “Well Hazza took you long enough” He slid off his glasses and threw them on to the desk, his patience was obviously being timed.
“Long time no see” My patience was taking a short trip too. “What did you call me here for….Marcel?”
He got up from the desk, swiveled around his chair to the cases of books. He grabbed one and threw it on to the desk effortlessly. “You never called….you never sent a letter and you never even made time….”
“As ever to you too” He came back and sat down in his chair. He started finding his way through the pages in the book. I leaned closer, the writings and the drawings were a since of remembrance but I couldn’t understand where I remembered it. “Why did you call me here?” I was curious, beyond worried. “They’re back Harry, right now they are only pure bread Nephil’s but they’re beginning to grow stronger and stronger each month and I can’t hold them off alone”
“So, what do I have to do with this?” He slid on his glasses again and read over a page. “I need you and your…little posse to help us, we’re strong but we need to be stronger and you guy’s
blood line is connected to us. Once we bond we can become inevitable” His proposal was tempting. “They could hurt….the ones you love Harry” He added in. “I never said I loved her” I got up from my chair and paced back and forth in front of the door, thinking about just booking it. “Oh come on, you’re on the edge, the edge of telling her just how mad you are for her.” Marcel stood up behind the desk.
“Did you tell her?” “No” I said quickly. Marcel’s British accent always was stronger and older than mine, making him seem more in charge. “Then what is she going to think when she sees you covered in blood, see’s your fangs uncover from your gums…what are yo--….” He stopped mid sentence. “Are you mad?! You’ve bit her already haven't you?” I quickly stopped my pacing and stared him dead in the eye. He caught me. “Did you…you know…” He was worried as well.
“No, no I didn't change her….it was an accident and it will never….i repeat never happen again”
I headed for the doors, I was done with Marcel. “Just think about it Harry……oh and Harry?”
I stopped mid-way from walking out the door. “Don’t be a stranger….brother” I closed the doors behind me. Now I have another thing on my plate, just great!
I quickly finished curling my hair. I tucked it in place then stared at myself in the mirror for a second, I was pretty satisfied with my look. I yanked out the curling iron plug then started for the living room; I quickly slid on my high heels and stride over to my full body mirror.
I particularly like this dress ( http://www.polyvore.com/nights_out/set?id=108453242 )don’t know why. Maybe it helps boost my self-esteem and pushes my major insecurity problems to the side for once. I slid on a another layer of lip stick, closed my window and walked out my room, down the hallway and down the stairs.
“Jessica?” Mom called from the kitchen. I slowly turned around and walked into the kitchen. She was standing over the stove batching up something new, but it obviously wasn’t good since this orbit smell was churning my stomach. “Are you leaving? Oh you look so cute” She dropped her spatula, wiped her hands on a towel and came over to squeeze the life out of me. “Ohhh, mom…thanks?”.
She finally let go of me, and observed my dress inch by inch. “Do you think it’s…kind of short hon?” She grabbed the hem of my dress and stretched it down a little bit. I quickly moved her hand. “Mom….” My hand came to live as my phone vibrated. I quickly took a glance and could already see the beginning of Harry’s name on the screen. “Okay, mom, mom I have to go” She in gulfed me into her smothering hug before releasing me. “Okay….be safe sweetie” I gave her a tight smile and headed towards the door.
Anything that involves Harry is never safe. I grabbed my trench coat; threw it on and headed outside. The coldness clung to my legs, making my Goosebumps come reach above surface. As I came to the end of my path way my eyes met with Harry’s, he was dressed different this time. He had on an all black suite that fit him mighty fine and his hair wasn’t…wild and loose, it was brushed back. He was leaning up against the car with his arms crossed, rubbing his jaw thoughtfully.
He met me half way before I could get to the car. “Ooooohhh Jess” I stopped in front of him, not for his satisfaction but because his cologne smelled amazing. He leaned in his lips but I quickly walked around him towards the passenger side of the car. “Ssssss Jess….you’re killing me here” The words slipped out his mouth smoothly and confident, but at the same time his words sounded meaningless.
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We pulled up to a tall black gate that had sincere lines and drawings on it. It slowly opened and my heart couldn’t even begin to beat again, this place was bigger than my house combine. http://www.dreamhomedesignusa.com/images/front_night.jpg
The wall had perfect sculpted bricks that fit just right with the other ones. The detail that lies within the cement was breath taking. “Wh-why are we here?” My curiosity just had to take over. He left my question unanswered. We pulled up along the front door and a guy came to take Harry’s keys, by the way he threw it to him told me that he’s been here before. He gradually came to my side and settled his hand on my back, guiding me towards the front two big, intimidating doors.
I noticed he haven’t tried to make a move at all since we left, and I just got use to his sexual gestures. I wish that he would hold my hand! I quickly rolled my eyes over to his hands; they weren’t out in the open or visible anymore. He had them stuffed in his pocket. Damn it! The two doors opened automatically, leading us to a huge grand stair case. “Well, well, well look who made it” From the top of the stairs came a tall guy, he was dressed in a black suite as well.
I double looked back at Harry and the guy….something about them looks similar, down to the clothes, the eyes, the hair….is cloning possible? He made his way down the stairs and over to us. He had a wine glass in his hand that was becoming near empty.
“Is this her….Harry?” I looked up at Harry like an innocent child. He clenched his jaw, but remained silent. As the guy strode closer, Harry’s hand grew tighter around my back. The guy came over, studying my face like art. He gently brushed a piece of hair out my face and back into place “She’s beyond beautiful…and what is your name love?” Before I could answer, Harry
moved his hand from off around my back to my side. He pushed me closer up against his body, widening the space between me and the guy “Jessica Collins…is her name” The way my name came out of Harry’s voice was truly sexy. “Oh, Harry she’s hands off I get it…it’s alright, I have my own” I glanced at Harry. His eyes weren't filled with excitement and seduction, he was mad and scorned by this guy. “Well what are you guys waiting for, the party’s over there….but first, can I talk to you Harry?”
His tone was calming but intimidating. The guy walked over to this den. Harry broke his glance at him and stood in front of my body. He leaned in closely like we were sharing a secret. Suddenly he was over protective of me, I could feel it in the way his eyes stared down to me, his tone was more stern too but playful at the same time. “I want you to stay right her, I’ll be back love. Don’t miss me too much, it will drive you mad….not kidding your body will be calling my name” He grabbed my waist; pushing me closer to him. His mouth leveled to my ear. His scented cologne and his toned torso rubbing up against my stomach making everything around my waist clench.
“This dress….” He swiftly moved my hair off over my ears and behind my back. His hand grazed my neck, causing me to tingle with want. “Was made to be stripped off…” He released me and slowly kissed my temple, this kiss was different, it was longer; like I’m something fragile that he has to watch over. Then just like that he turned and walked away caressing his bottom lip.
__________________________________________________________________
Harry’s P.O.V
I hate leaving Jessica alone, nothing is more important than me isolating myself from the person I care about but something’s just have to been done and over with. I closed the two big doors to the den and slowly made my way over to the big desk “Well Hazza took you long enough” He slid off his glasses and threw them on to the desk, his patience was obviously being timed.
“Long time no see” My patience was taking a short trip too. “What did you call me here for….Marcel?”
He got up from the desk, swiveled around his chair to the cases of books. He grabbed one and threw it on to the desk effortlessly. “You never called….you never sent a letter and you never even made time….”
“As ever to you too” He came back and sat down in his chair. He started finding his way through the pages in the book. I leaned closer, the writings and the drawings were a since of remembrance but I couldn’t understand where I remembered it. “Why did you call me here?” I was curious, beyond worried. “They’re back Harry, right now they are only pure bread Nephil’s but they’re beginning to grow stronger and stronger each month and I can’t hold them off alone”
“So, what do I have to do with this?” He slid on his glasses again and read over a page. “I need you and your…little posse to help us, we’re strong but we need to be stronger and you guy’s
blood line is connected to us. Once we bond we can become inevitable” His proposal was tempting. “They could hurt….the ones you love Harry” He added in. “I never said I loved her” I got up from my chair and paced back and forth in front of the door, thinking about just booking it. “Oh come on, you’re on the edge, the edge of telling her just how mad you are for her.” Marcel stood up behind the desk.
“Did you tell her?” “No” I said quickly. Marcel’s British accent always was stronger and older than mine, making him seem more in charge. “Then what is she going to think when she sees you covered in blood, see’s your fangs uncover from your gums…what are yo--….” He stopped mid sentence. “Are you mad?! You’ve bit her already haven't you?” I quickly stopped my pacing and stared him dead in the eye. He caught me. “Did you…you know…” He was worried as well.
“No, no I didn't change her….it was an accident and it will never….i repeat never happen again”
I headed for the doors, I was done with Marcel. “Just think about it Harry……oh and Harry?”
I stopped mid-way from walking out the door. “Don’t be a stranger….brother” I closed the doors behind me. Now I have another thing on my plate, just great!
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