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Not even a second passed for me to catch my breath before his arms went around my middle, and he heaved me over his shoulder. I found my inner strength build. I kicked my legs back and forth and pounded my fists onto his well-muscled back with every ounce of anger I could muster. “I can walk you jerk!”

“Hurry up. We can’t wait for more to show up.” I could hear Victor getting impatient with my rant. I flung my head to the side, blowing a pfft of air up with my lips, to move my hair from my vision.

“Jarak put me down!” I was so mad I could feel it steaming on the inside, building like fire and my fingertips burned.

“Ouch!” Jarak lowered me to the floor. “You didn’t have to burn me.”

I pointed to my chest. “Me? I didn’t do anything to you. You’re the one who flung me over your shoulder.”

Victor stepped up. “There’s no time to argue, we need to leave.”

“I can assure you that I want to leave too.” I marched to the crumbled door. “Where the heck is security anyway? You’d think they would be down here as soon as you broke the door down.”

“I held the entire security team on a lockdown. However, I’m sure they’re on their way now. I can’t hold the spell any longer. Another reason we need to get going.”

I threw my hands in the air. I took off my black heels and walked over the rubble. “I can’t believe my life the last two days!”
Ugh!

A Vampire’s Guest

– Arabeth –

October 7, 2012

Jarak and I followed Victor as we snuck out of the side door of the airport building and down rows of cars parked in the garage. He carried a black duffel bag I hoped held my belongings he stole from my apartment and Jarak carried a similar one.

“We’re right up there, Es.” Jarak nodded toward a couple cars in front of us.

I clenched my jaw. “My name is Arabeth,”

“I know who you are.” He slowed so we could walk closer together. “I didn’t know there was a hunter in the restroom. When I went to get you, and you weren’t there—I’m sorry I wasn’t there.”

A strange ache filled me. A twinge was more like it. I wanted to trust him, to forgive him, but I was still unsure who to believe.

Victor stopped at a tan sedan and unlocked the doors. He opened the trunk and placed the duffel bag, along with Jarak’s in there before looking around. “I think we’ve lost them for right now, but we still need to get out of here before they find us. They know she’s here in Spain now.”

Jarak, who donned his dark sunglasses, nodded in approval and opened the back door of the car for me.

“How gracious.” I couldn’t help the sarcasm as I stepped inside.

Jarak climbed in the back seat with me, and Victor jumped in the driver’s seat. I rolled my eyes in frustration. Staying with Victor and Jarak was my best plan of action to take, since there were obviously others who wanted to take me, and they didn’t seem as kind. I leaned my head back and tried to relax. I wanted to let my dad know I was okay and at least text Ailaina.
She should be home today and will probably be extremely upset once she finds out I’m missing.

 “So how did he know I was here?” I looked back and forth between both of the guys.

“Our best guess is a tracking spell. After we split up, Victor tried tracing him with magic, but by the time he found him Nicholas’s guard already found you. I took care of him for now, but it’s best if we get away and just stay low.” Jarak seemed honest, making my stomach flip.
Ugh, I wish he wouldn’t look at me with those eyes.
I wanted to stay mad at him—needed to stay mad was more like it, but there was something in his stare that made me feel safe and taken care of.

Aggravated, I watched out the window of the car. The old architecture of Madrid was beautiful, like nothing I’d ever seen. Stone buildings filled every space available. Compared to my hometown, this was amazing. Red and yellow flags and banners hung everywhere; rail barriers bordered the main strip of road.

“Why all the flags? They’re everywhere.” I broke the silence that had fallen among us.

Jarak pointed to a red and yellow flag as we passed by. “They are preparing for the parade and festivities for National Day coming up soon.”

“National Day? What’s that?”

He shrugged. “It’s kinda like their Independence Day. They have a big military parade and what not. It happens every October.”

“Oh.” I continued to watch the city pass in a slow blur.

Victor drove down one road just to twist and turn down another. When no cars covered the roadway, he would speed up, passing everything in sight without regard to the speed limit, which I never spotted on a sign.

I sighed and leaned back in my seat, resting my head on the backrest. The rays from the late morning sun were hot against my leg. The black in my dress soaked it up, making it feel as if it burned against my thigh. I was grateful when Victor turned a different direction, making the sunlight land in Jarak’s lap. I wanted to sympathize with him in his tight dark blue jeans as I watched him rub his thigh with his palm under the direct light. Ha–I almost felt bad. I averted my gaze so he wouldn’t catch me staring at him.

We drove for about an hour, leaving the city behind us. “So how much farther?” I asked Victor.

“Not too much, the house is outside of the city, in Montealina.” He spoke in a thick Spanish accent as he said the name.

My mouth twitched. “Will I have to learn Spanish?”

Jarak guffawed. “It helps if you’re going to stay for a long time. It took me a while to get it down, but now you can’t tell that I didn't grow up in a Spanish home. Don’t worry, I doubt you’ll be here that long.”

“Really? Tell me something.”

He looked at me with a raised eyebrow. “Like what?”

“I don’t care, anything. Enlighten me. I’ve had a terrible past couple days.”

He nodded his head and rubbed his hands together as he thought, then leaned over. He grasped my hand, lifted it to his lips, and kissed it softly. A husky whisper floated past his lips. “Usted es la mujer más bella que he visto nunca.”

Oh dear Lord,
my heart hit the floor in a puddle of my own drool. Nothing in my entire life ever sounded so sinful, yet so amazingly good. I shivered. “Wha—what does it mean?”

“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” He moved back over to his seat with an almost cocky grin.

Dang men. He knew what he did. It was as if he lit the deepest pits of my soul on fire, and I awakened. A warm tingling sizzled in areas that ached to be closer to him. I pushed away the unwelcome feelings, refusing to let his charms overwhelm my senses. I’d let him get to me for a moment, but I’d be on guard in the future.

“That wasn’t too bad. I think you could still use some practice.” I folded my arms in front of me and bit my cheek to keep from smiling. His face dropped the smirk.
That’s right cowboy, not so cocky anymore are you.

“Alright, but if it’s okay, I’ll use you as my guinea pig. That way you can tell me when I get better.” He winked at me.

Crap.
That totally backfired on me. I shrugged my shoulders. “Fine, whatever you think would help.”

“Good.”

Victor chuckled. I could tell he held back a full laugh, so I glared at his reflection in the rearview mirror again.

“Just get us to this house,” I said as I settled back in the seat. Anxiety still pulsed through my body from today’s events. I could feel it in my fingertips, thrumming against my skin.

Victor stopped at a tollbooth that blocked unwanted visitors from a secluded part of town. Luxurious homes sat amongst the trees. This was undeniably something that would be new to me. I was accustomed to an eight-hundred square foot apartment in the desert. It wasn’t that Spain didn’t look like Nevada, but it had more green foliage to go with the dry land surrounding it. I could fit at the minimum four to five of my homes in one of these.

We drove down the road for about a mile before he turned the car into a circular driveway next to an ivory house. It was gorgeous. It had tall trees surrounding the property and large beautiful windows covered the front, making the house appear open and welcoming.

My heart skipped a beat in eagerness. If Victor was telling the truth, then my mom would be inside. I opened the door and got out, half expecting the invisible blockage, but nothing was there. I darted toward the house, not waiting for either guy.

“Esmerelda, wait,” Victor called out to me. I ignored him and headed to the front door, making sure to pick up the skirt of my dress so I wouldn’t trip.

Like lightning, appearing out of nowhere, a woman in a long black and red dress that looked medieval, appeared outside the door. Her shoulder length hair was also black, bringing out her copper eyes. Her face lit up with excitement when she saw me.

“Esmerelda.” She gave me a cold grin. Her eyes looked uncaring with them almost in a squint. My insides tingled the closer I got to her. The hair on my arms and back of my neck stood up. There was an odd vibe radiating from her, but I couldn’t place my finger on what it was. It was almost a cold feeling that swept over me. Like death.

Open mouthed, I stepped back but didn’t speak. Victor was behind me within seconds. He reached out and took the woman’s hand. “It’s good to see you Ree. This is Esmerelda, but she’s used to being called Ara.”

“That’s because it
is
Arabeth,” I corrected.

“Well, it’s nice to finally meet you Esmerelda.” She held out her hand for me to take, but I refused. “I’m a little old fashioned at times so you will forgive me that I’ll use your given name.”

I let out a deep breath; it was a losing game getting any of them to listen to me. “You’re not the only one.” Scowling, I glanced behind me at Jarak, who already had a pet name for me. I couldn’t get it through anyone’s head that my name is Arabeth.

Ree shrugged. “He has always done what he’s wanted.” A soft smile played at the corner of her mouth as she gazed over at Jarak too.

Jealousy ate away at my throat, closing off words. Did Jarak have a thing with this woman? Not that I could blame her, he was very sexy.

“Aw, come on Ree, we’re tired and just want to come in. She needs to see her mom.” Jarak’s voice sounded defensive, but I was grateful he knew what I wanted.

“I’m not keeping her from seeing her.” She feigned innocence, with her hands held palms up, gesturing toward the door.

“You know she can’t enter without your permission, she’d be prey.” Victor stepped forward brushing past me, using his arm like a shield, splayed out in front of me. The word prey scared me. What did he mean?

Ree’s smile vanished at the demeaning insult. “She would never be prey in this house. I’d like to live, thank you very much.” She stepped aside, and the door opened.

“Esmerelda, would you please come in and be my most honored guest?” She gestured inside, smiling once again.

I nodded and stepped around Victor, who stood unmoving, waiting for his invite into the house. Everything in sight looked clean and luxuriant. White furniture with dark wood trim and bouquets of flowers sat on a large oval table near the front door. It was considerably bright with all the large open windows that had only sheer treatments.

Ree swept passed me quickly. It happened in a blink of an eye. I’d never seen anyone who could sweep into a room like that before. It was as if she moved from one place to another without truly moving. It was unnatural and honestly scared me.

“You can leave your sweater down here. I will take you to your mom. You will be meeting Trevor in a little while. He… stepped out… for a bite.” Ree walked to the staircase.

I hesitated before throwing it on the back of the nearest chair, and then ran up the stairs, although she was much faster. The light seemed dimmer once I climbed on the last step. I hesitated before following her to a closed door where she waited for me.

“She has been in and out of consciousness, but I told her that you were coming the last time she was awake. Someone slipped her a lethal dose of some sort of mixed Hemlock potion not too long before the accident. Any mortal would have been dead by now, but her immortal side has been fighting it. There are certain things that can kill witches, even immortal ones, and this is killing her.”