BLOOD LEGACIES -
Chapter 512: The Invitation
Chapter 512: The Invitation
There was sharp ringing in my ears, nonstop, causing my head to pound profusely, each pressure felt worse than getting hit by a car.
"Emma!"
Tessa?
"Emma!"
"You’re too loud" I mumbled, the biting headache was too much to bear, causing my breathing to be labored with each intake.
"Emma! I remember now!"
"Tessa," I groaned.
"I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have brought you here, I’m sorry"
"Wha—" I tried to peel my eyes open but couldn’t, everything was too bright and intensified the splitting headache.
"I’m sorry, I’m sorry!"
Why was she apologizing? I needed to open my eyes ASAP, her raspier tone told me something was wrong.
"Tessa" I peeled my eyes open. Everything was too bright, I closed them briefly before my eyes got used to the light by the third trial. Everything was white just like my room. I automatically moved my gaze to the windows, the curtains spread open. Those are ceiling curtains too, just like mine.
I lazily dragged my gaze to the chandelier just above me. That is my chandelier too. Wait a minute, is this my room? How did I get back?
I buried my face in my pillow groaning once again as the splitting headache hit me hard. I was on the verge of descending into endless pain with a silent cry for help when I saw an aspirin and water on my nightstand.
Thank you, God!
I grabbed the pill, chugging it and then the water before falling back on the bed. Fuck! I shouldn’t have drunk so much. Did I even drink that much? I tried to play the responsible person limiting the drinks I took because at the end of the day—I would have to drive us back to the dorm.
I’m stunned the little shots I took caused such a toll, whatever they served at that party was enough to knock me out.
After a few minutes, the headache became bearable. I dragged myself to my bathroom about to turn the pump when I realized there was already a warm bath waiting for me.
Tessa if this is your doing then I’ll fucking kiss you!
After getting soaked in and taking a shower to complete my wake-up call, I grabbed a pair of shorts and a T-shirt before stepping out of my room barefoot. I was hoping to see Tessa in the kitchen but I didn’t and to my surprise I saw Wendy there.
"Is this yours?," That was the first thing she said to me, nodding her head to the food in a plastic wrap.
"I guess?" I wasn’t sure of myself. Her blue eyes peeled away from me as she proceeded to walk out but I stopped her. "Where’s Tessa, have you seen her?"
She paused before spinning around to me, her face reflecting a mix of awe and confusion—the most expressive look I had seen from her aside from her constant depressive and censorious gaze.
"What?" I asked dazed, keeping a smile on my lips hoping this conversation didn’t turn sideways.
Wendy scowled deeply. "You’re insane" she voiced before walking away.
I stood there like an idiot taking in what she just said. What’s her fucking deal? Ugh! I sat on the stool, removed the plastic wrap and dug into the food. This must be Tessa’s doing. I pondered how she could have taken time to draw a bath for me and even cooked.
"Tessa!" I called. "Where is she?" I grumbled before stepping out of the kitchen to look for her.
It has been a week since I came here but I have never been in her room. I never planned to because of how private I considered my life would be. But after last night and—the fun I had—I thought I should give this normal more chance. To have someone to speak to not about the supernatural world but about life. That was the normal I needed.
I hoped the door would be locked when I grabbed the doorknob but it easily opened. She didn’t lock it? That means she’s in her room, maybe knocked out after making breakfast.
I checked my watch. Fuck! I’ll miss two classes and that is not a good record for me. Maybe next time we won’t party on a Sunday. I stepped into her room and met with a purely organized room and not a thing out of place. I was not expecting this, I didn’t expect someone like Tessa to be organized.
Nice.
That means she’s not here. Class maybe? Geez what was she made of? Capable of handling such a party and then a morning class? I have much to learn. I should call her. But it was at this moment I realized I didn’t have her number.
I should get to class, maybe I’ll see her.
~
I parked my car and stepped out. Along the way, I found a group gathered around the bulletin board. I’m curious to know what grabbed their attention but I didn’t want to miss another lecture. Focusing on getting to class I walked with a group.
"Did you hear?"
"Oh, I heard. I’m so excited!" the girl in front of me squealed like a fan.
"Which one of them is coming?"
"I think—"
I bumped into someone before I could hear the whole thing. My lack of imbalance almost caused me to fall but a hand grabbed my waist to steady me.
"So sorry!"
I turned to the stranger, who pulled his hands away from me as if my body were toxic. He raised his hands in a gesture of apology. He had gray-blue eyes that reminded me of Singe and light brown hair. His boyish charms were obvious as his thick eyebrows raised and his eyes wide, his brown hair was in curls, shoulder length but kept in a tie behind but the curls still found ways to cascade around his face like a hazard, it reminded me of my untamed curls I had once.
"No need to be scared," I offered hoping to ease the boy who seemed like he had sinned. "You saved me from falling and that would have been embarrassing"
"Are you alright?" he suddenly asked and I had a strange feeling it wasn’t about this particular incident. I blinked attempting to ask what he meant but he cut me off.
"We should head inside, class will start soon, after you" he offered.
I nodded skeptically, sparing a look over my shoulder as I stepped in. I climbed up the stairs, my eyes scanning for Tessa. She should be in this class, right? What topic did we even have by 3 pm? I don’t even remember.
I dropped my bag and took a seat and two seats away from me the boy sat and faced me with a look of apprehension.
"Please don’t be mad, I-I panicked"
"What?" I said dumbfounded as I turned behind me and by my left but the others were not even part of this conversation so he was talking to me.
"Mad about what?" I asked.
He quickly turned to the front and I got more confused.
"Oh my god! I can’t believe he came to visit, we’re the lucky ones!"
"Alright everyone settle down!" our female professor stepped forward. "For Today’s seminar, I’d like to introduce one of our board Directors"
We were having a seminar... today?
"Dace Devereaux,"
I held my breath for a moment—or perhaps I had forgotten how to breathe the entire time he walked through the door. The echoing sound of his shoes drowning out everything as well as the thunderous applause. He was dressed casually, yet somehow he resembled someone straight out of a fashion magazine
From his sleek black shoes to his tailored dress pants and tucked-in half-sleeve polo, he filled the fabric perfectly, causing it to pull and stretch with each movement. His tattoos were prominently displayed, covering his arms and neck—no concern of who viewed the supernatural craft.
I fixated my eyes on his corded arms as he shook hands with the professor who looked like she would melt at mere contact. Something bitter swamped me and I was this close to blowing the windows to bits.
I tried to calm myself, calm my magic, there was much going on and I couldn’t keep up.
"Good afternoon, students," his gravelly voice resonated throughout the hall, commanding authority and silence. Not even a single gulp could be heard; the weight of his words made everyone instantly attentive.
Don’t look, Emma, don’t look.
"By special invitation, I’m here today to share some lessons with you young lads" His playful tone prompted a round of giggles. At that moment, I surrendered; I raised my gaze and locked eyes with his golden hazel orbs, forgetting entirely that I was a living being.
It’s been a year.
And yet, my palms get sweaty, my body came alive and the dead butterflies began to dance in happiness and my lady parts betrayed me. I’m utterly doomed.
Everything was like taking it in for the first time with new surprises. His midnight, slightly wavy hair with a subtle curl at the ends, styled in a carefree yet deliberate manner, with longer strands on top that fall casually over his forehead. It tempts me to run my hands through or perhaps rip them out of their roots in anger and make him bald.
The surprise was the light, well-groomed stubble that outlined his strong jawline. The beard is neatly pruned, enhancing his sharp features without being overly thick.
Without breaking eye contact he said. "I’m very pleased to be here"
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