Grave Sight | A Reverse Harem Romance

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝔽𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕥𝕖𝕖𝕟

I went a week without seeing anyone from either Kieran's clan or Lucian's pack. I was finally getting into a routine, where I'd work throughout the day online, and do what needed to be done for my house with my down time. I slept peacefully for as long as I wanted, without any calls to wake me up at six o'clock.

I was a home-body. I didn't care for going out, but when my best friend called and requested a day out, I obliged because what else was I going to do?

She arrived at my door at one o'clock in the afternoon, dressed a hell of a lot nicer than me, but that was par for the course. It was difficult to dress down compared to me, unless she wore pajamas.

Naomi had the most beautiful long dark hair I’d ever seen. While most women had to wear makeup to make their skin look airbrushed, her chestnut skin was almost always free of makeup. She was a natural beauty, with doe eyes and a smile that could make even the saddest person smile back.

She grinned at me from my doorstep, lifting two styrofoam cups between us. “I wasn’t sure if you’d be awake, so I brought some coffee.”

Naomi was a human, and was the first person in high school that actually accepted what I was once everyone found out. Being half anything in high school was a social kick in the ass, but she did everything she could to help me block out the people who hated me. She had no idea what kind of impact that had on me, nor did she know the lengths I’d go to protect her, now that we were in the real world.

I moved aside so that she could come in. “Espresso?”

“Four shots of it,” she teased, handing me my coffee as she came inside.

It had been a few weeks since I saw her last, and she had absolutely no idea what happened to me with Lucian’s pack. It was on my list of things to tell her, along with what Kieran told me the last time I saw him in that graveyard. I feared it might make her nervous for me, but her and I shared next to everything with one another. She knew if something was wrong, so hiding it would just be a waste of time.

We sat down at my kitchen table and I started from the beginning, when Lucian literally broke into my house to ask me to help him. As always, I didn't hold anything back. Not with Kieran and his sudden interest in me, and not with Lucian and what happened in his car.

She had her coffee cup in front of her lips, not drinking it, just holding it there and staring at me with wide eyes.

"Oh, girl," she said, putting her coffee on the table. "That sounds like you're about to be fucked six ways to Sunday. Whether that be the good way or bad way, no one knows."

I glared at her. "I'm hoping neither."

"Come on." She rolled her eyes. "You've only ever had sex with humans. Branch out. I'm sure they'd be more than willing, after what you've said."

She had to be joking. "You know how I feel about the paranormal races."

"Nova," her eyes became pitying, "you are two paranormal races in one. I know you don't like seeing that, or even recognizing it, but you need to understand that you can't hate the thing that you are a part of."

As always, she had a point. She had no idea how much I wished I was normal and couldn't see ghosts, couldn't raise people from the dead, and didn't have to drink blood to continue living.

When I was younger, I used to try to go without blood to be more "normal", especially when things at school got bad. I ended up passing out multiple times, and was even rushed to the hospital once for an emergency blood transfusion.

"Think," she said, "if neither of them were what they are…would you consider having sex with them?"

How the hell did my situation suddenly turn to me having sex with a werewolf and a vampire?

"Maybe," I replied. "But I don't know either of them well enough to make a solid decision on whether that'd be a good idea."

She shook her head, leaning back in her chair. I knew she could argue with me for hours on my inability to see past the paranormal aspect, but she let it go, as she almost always did.

At least, that's what I thought.

"When Lucian pulled you onto his lap," she crossed her arms and raised her eyebrows, "did you think 'oh, this werewolf is manhandling me', or did you think 'this sexy ass man is manhandling me'?"

I thought back to it, and I couldn't remember bringing his race into the picture. I was just so caught off guard by him being able to pick me up and move me with so much ease, that I didn't have time to question it. Even after I was already on his lap, I hadn't thought about him being anything but a man holding me in place.

"And with Kieran," she continued, "when you saw him in the club, what was your first thought?"

I knew a chill had run down my spine, but I definitely checked him out. Not as a vampire, but as a man.

Usually I pushed what she said about paranormal races aside. But the more she spoke, the more it finally made sense. It was easier for me to have it go in one ear and out the other because I didn't have anything to really think about. Yeah I knew vampires and wereanimals, and I even knew some demons and fairies. Naomi just never used one of them as an example, so I always just brushed it off.

I sighed. "Weren't you wanting to go out?"

She chugged the remainder of her coffee and stood. "Yes, but don't think for one second that this conversation is over. You're going to sleep with one of them if it's the last thing you do in life."

I drank the remainder of my coffee and threw the cup away as we headed towards the door.

I didn't think it was that she really wanted me to have sex with one of them. I think it was because I didn't branch out like she did. My perspective of the paranormal world was skewed, I knew that. She'd been telling me that since we met, and my mom did before her. Whether I wanted to be or not, I was a part of that world I disliked so much.

I sat down in the passenger seat of her car and buckled myself in.

I questioned whether I'd be happy as a human a lot in my life. Whether not having any powers would benefit me at all. In truth, there were positives and negatives to both aspects.

As a human, I wouldn't be looked at like a freak for being both a necromancer and a vampire. But I'd also have to do a human's work, which was a lot harder to come by in this day and age.

As a necromancer, I was able to afford my house, my car, and anything else I needed without having to budget - if I went that route. But that would mean I'd have to drink blood a hell of a lot more often than just the two times a month. I wondered if it would be worth it more often than not, because the amount of people who needed a necromancer is a lot greater than one would think.

As a vampire, I aged incredibly slow. If I was a full vampire, I would stop aging completely. I was stronger and faster than humans, and had the ability to see better in the dark. I didn't have powers like a full vampire, but the pros out-weighed the cons.

Maybe Naomi and my mom were right.

I'd never admit that to their faces though.