“Sit down, let me take a look at your head.”
“What the hell are you doing with a vampire, Fiona? You let that monster touch you.”
I ignore him.
“Fiona!” He grabs my hand, stopping me from putting a piece of gauze on his forehead. “He’s going to kill you, Fiona. He’s a monster. They can’t be trained to act like humans.”
“I don’t want to talk about this.”
“Look at your wall and tell me that is normal.” He jabs his finger toward my now shattered mirror and broken side table. “He tried to kill me because I walked in before he bit you. He was treating you like prey, not a human. I won’t stand for this, Fiona. You know this.”
My dad stands and abruptly walks by me, muttering something unintelligible. I jump when my door slams, leaving me with a heart that’s about to beat out of my chest. I look over my shoulder at the mess where my dad landed against the wall, and let my tears fall. I knew Roman was too good to be true.
15
Roman
Who the fuck just carries around a goddamn stake for killing vampires? It’s not the fucking dark ages anymore. All I can think is that he’s so crazy and misguided that he has never even met an actual vampire. What the fuck? When she insisted I leave, she wouldn’t even make eye contact with me. I simply don’t understand. Her father tries to kill me, completely unprovoked, but I have to leave? It’s fucking ridiculous, and I’m seeing red.
I bolt in an instant, blowing down the stairwell and out the door without being seen. Utilizing the supernatural ability to leave quickly is the only thing that I knew to do. I haven’t wanted to rip a human being to shreds in a hundred years. The way he attacked me filled me with such rage that my body temperature felt as though it had risen, which is completely impossible.
Practically flying, I get myself to Clutch and look for Selene. I don’t say hello to anyone I recognize; I’m in no mood. When I find her, she is talking to some vampires I know, and I walk over and grab her arm, dragging her away.
“What the fuck, Roman?” She growls at me before hissing and showing her fangs.
“I need to talk to you.”
“I can see that, but you don’t get to manhandle me like that,” she says, yanking her arm back. I’m beside myself with frustration and begin running my hands through my hair, pacing back and forth. “What the fuck is going on, Roman?”
“I had a situation tonight.”
“That’s obvious.” She rolls her eyes and waves her hand, encouraging me to continue.
“Fiona’s father tried to kill me,” I blurt out.
“What? How the hell did this happen?” She looks around the room to see if anyone has heard us. She nods for me to follow her as she walks toward her office.
I sit in the chair across from her desk, exasperated. “Things were fine, or so I thought. Fiona and I went to Hoover Dam with Damen and Lydia. After, we went back to her apartment. I actually think that tonight was going to be the night she let me stay.”
“Obviously that wasn’t the case. Where does her father come in?” Selene leans back in her chair, arms crossed, looking at me intently. Run-ins with humans who want to kill you, is never good, and I know this.
“We were… kissing. And when we entered her house, her father was standing there and saw us. He flipped out, and came after me with a fucking stake.”
Groaning, Selene buried her face in her hands. “Are you fucking kidding me?”
“Uh, no. No, I’m not.”
“For fuck's sake. Then what? You didn’t kill him, did you?” She leans over her desk, raising a perfectly manicured eyebrow at me condemningly.
“No, I didn’t fucking kill him! It’s not the 17th century for
Christ’s sake. I threw him into the wall, which of course ended up being far more dramatic than it probably needed to be. There was a large mirror and a table there which all smashed, and he fell to the ground.” I am experiencing a range of emotions from rage, to frustration, to concern over Fiona’s well being. Letting out a sigh, I hang my head and lean forward, resting my elbows on my lap.
“How did Fiona respond?” she asks calmly.
“She told me to leave.”
“I see. And this clearly upsets you. So, what do you want from me, Roman? She’s your consort; your problem. You can’t throw humans into fucking walls though, or you’re going to create attention where it’s not needed, and certainly not wanted. I don’t want a visit from the Sisters, do you? I’m not about our creators coming to town to rain down their punishment for this.” She was stern and narrowed her green eyes at me.