The Possessive Creator (Book I)

(8) Present

(8) Present: 2012

I impatiently waited for the truck to pull up as I stood in the black of night. As soon as Jeremy showed up, I threw open his passenger side door and climbed inside. When I reached for the harness to tie myself in, it wasn’t there.

“Trusting me now, suicide boy?” I teased, but stopped mid-laugh when he looked at me.

His lip had a few stitches, along with his eyebrow. For some odd reason my fangs extended as anger pulsed through me.

“Why’d he do that?” I demanded furiously.

“My step-dad didn’t like having a midnight visitor waking us up. He assumed it was a friend of mine and let me know how furious he was for letting druggie come to our house,” he told me darkly with a hard chuckle.

“Why did you have a druggie friend at your house?”

He looked at me blankly, as if he forgot I was here for a moment. After he snapped out of his stare, he looked into my eyes. “I never met the man… Lucy?”

“Yeah?”

He swallowed hard. “What does Xavier look like?”

This confused me. Why would he care? “Dark wavy hair, dark eyes, slim frame, usually has a clean look about him. Why?”

I watched his expression change from curiosity to fear. “The man who came to the house early this morning, he asked for the lady of the house. My mom said he was insisting on coming inside because of some lame excuse about his car breaking down. I-I think it was Xavier.”

It was as if my world blew up before my eyes. He was here. I felt as if I were about to vomit blood in the truck. How is it possible that he hunted down Jeremy? I felt my fangs extend again and fearfully scanned the darkness as if he were here, watching me. He never gives up.

“He was implying that I was in the house, wasn’t he?” I questioned.

He nodded, seeming almost as frantic as me. “He seemed… interested in my truck. I saw him standing beside it for a few minutes before he left.”

Realization hit me. “My scent. My scent is all over this truck, Jeremy!” Panic struck me as if walls were caving in on me. “I’ve got to run! Oh no, it better not be too late—“

“Too late?”

I nodded. “Right now, he’s probably watching us. If he followed your truck with my scent in it then he should be here.”

He shivered at my words before reaching into his bag of tricks and pulling out a bag of blood. “You will need blood… I have to know something, Lucy.”

My eyes, still wide in terror, focused on him for a moment. “What?”

He took a deep breath before speaking. “What happened after he killed your friend? Will it happen to me? Did he try to kill you?”

A lump formed in my throat from the memory. “He acted normal as if nothing happened. He never tried to kill me, I swear. As for you… Yes, it will most likely happen to you.”

He didn’t even shiver. Suicide boy wasn’t fazed by this information. “What did you do to him after?”

“After getting over the shock? I yelled at him, hit him, and told him I’d never let him touch my body again.”

I watched as Jeremy shifted in his seat. “Did he?”

A laugh escaped my lips. “Those words became invalid a few months later. I didn’t really expect us to not touch ever again, and the sickening part is that I never really wanted us to not touch. He was like this drug that—though sent me into blissful moments—was killing me.”