《Cecilia's Wolf {Rewritten}》20 | Cecilia's Wolf
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We spent most of the day at the beach. I didn't think about Jackson at all. Well, not much anyway. My friends were great at distracting me and it was nice to see Mason, Xavier and Levi at least trying to get along for my sake. I was really proud of them. They were the only ones that fully understood why I was upset, but Aiden, Kayla, Taylor and Lisa still did a good job of helping me have fun for the day.
We didn't actually do a whole lot. We spent a lot of time swimming and a little sunbathing, but mostly we just talked and laughed. Everyone got along great and I couldn't have been happier about it.
I was amazed by how much Levi really did feel like an older brother to me. He was really fun to be around and he definitely treated me like a little sister. I'd always wanted a sibling. Jackson wasn't going to like me getting close to another vampire but after today, I really didn't care. He'd hung up on me and that was just rude.
And yes, I know that sounds ridiculous. I really do understand that any werewolf would flip if they saw their mate in a video like that. I was starting to understand how possessive and protective they were. I'd triggered both of those instincts by going somewhere he thought was dangerous and then dancing on the bar in provocative clothing. I knew that he had every right to be angry. What I didn't understand was why he hung up on me. He didn't even give us a chance to truly discuss anything. That's what really upset me. That he didn't care enough for us to have a proper conversation.
Although, I have no idea what I would have said. It's not like I could tell him that I went to get to know the vampires because I was half vampire and thought it would be a good idea to get to know that side of myself, but it would have been nice if he'd asked.
"Alright," Xavier said, interrupting my musings as the sun started to set. "Levi and I should probably get Cinderella home before her parents freak out."
It wasn't even close to midnight, but I think Xavier knew that I was tired and ready to go home. And he had told my parents that we would be home in time for dinner, which we were probably on the verge of missing. I smiled at him in thanks as my friends all gathered to hug me goodbye.
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Xavier grinned back and gave me a little nod.
When I'd said my goodbyes, I followed Levi and Xavier back to Xavier's car and climbed into the front as Levi held the door open for me. "Are we leaving your car here?" I asked Levi as he climbed into the back.
"Nope," he replied. "I ran here from the club."
"You ran?" I replied. "And you were at the club this morning?"
Levi grinned as he sat forward so that his head was between the front seats and he could converse with us more easily. "Vampires can run very fast," he told me and I flashed back to last night when Xavier seemed to disappear from my room. "And Fangs is also like an apartment building for vampires that are within the coven."
I was surprised by his last statement. "So you actually live at the club?" I asked him.
He nodded. "Yeah. There's a door behind the bar that leads upstairs. Anyone in the coven can live at the club if they want to."
I found that pretty cool. I didn't realize that Fangs was also the home for any vampires that were a part of the coven that owned it. I liked the idea of it. The leader of the coven obviously took care of their own.
My mom was waiting for us when we walked inside. She easily greeted Levi. "Hello," she told him, shaking his hand. "Are you a friend of Xavier's?"
Levi nodded. "My name is Levi, ma'am. I'm actually a friend of both Xavier and Cecilia."
My mom seemed happy with his answer. "That's wonderful. How about staying the night? I'm sure they'd love to have you."
"That'd be great, Mrs. Moore," Levi replied with a warm grin.
My mom helped us make up some sandwiches and sent us upstairs with plenty of snacks and drinks as well. A movie night sounded like a perfect way to end the day, so I grabbed some options from under my television and held them up for them to look at.
"Pick your poison, Harry Potter or Twilight?"
"Harry Potter!" they both yelled at the same time, sounding a little frantic that I might make them watch Twilight.
I laughed at them both as I put the movie into the DVD player. While the commercials played, we set up the bed. We layered pillows against the headboard to provide an adequate backrest and then piled blankets onto the bed from my winter stockpile in the closet after Xavier and Levi spent five minutes arguing about whether or not they were blanket hogs. I decided the extra blankets were necessary just in case Levi was the bed hog he was claiming not to be.
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By the time that the movie menu came up, we were tucked into the bed, each under our own blankets, with the snacks spread out over the blankets and on top of our legs. The snacks didn't last long.
Even though Levi and Xavier didn't need human food to survive, they both seemed to enjoy it as much as any other guy their age enjoys junk food. We tore it up and before The Sorcerer's Stone was even half-way through, the snacks that we'd brought up with us were gone.
The boys, being boys, threw all the trash and wrappers on my floor. "We'll pick them up tomorrow," Xavier assured me when I gave them an outraged look.
I argued with them until I decided it might not be a good idea to force them to pick it up. I don't know if you've ever engaged in a wrestling match with two vampires, but I think it's safe to say that I didn't stand a chance. I had to admit defeat when they pinned me to the bed and tickled me senseless.
We spent the entire night goofing off, watching Harry Potter and talking. We wanted to see how many movies we could make it through before falling asleep and the rough-housing ensued whenever someone looked as if they were going to fall asleep.
Around three thirty in the morning, I noticed Levi drifting off. Xavier moved to try tackling him off the bed, but I stopped him. "Let him fall asleep," I breathed, grinned evilly as a plan formed in my mind.
Xavier raised an eyebrow at me, but sat back and we watched the beginning of the Goblet of Fire while we waited to make sure that Levi was fully asleep. When I was sure he was, I snuck out from between the two of them and grabbed a sharpie off my desk.
I saw Xavier's matching grin when he realized what it was I intended to do. I very carefully drew fangs on Levi's bottom lip and then wrote "I vant to suck yur blood!" across his forehead. I was giggling so much that I fell off the bed completely when Xavier nudged me to shut up.
When I'd calmed down some, I returned the sharpie to my desk and climbed back into bed. Xavier and I fell asleep during the fourth movie, not too long after drawing on Levi's face. I don't remember exactly when, but I eventually just drifted off, not even realizing what was happening before I was deep in dreamland.
The next morning, I woke up and snuggled closer to my pillow, surprised that it's warm firmness was so comfortable. I was planning to go right back to sleep, instinctively knowing that it was too early to wake up after our late night. I nearly jumped out of my skin when my pillow spoke to me.
"Little sister, if you're drooling on me I'm going to kick your ass." I easily recognized Levi's voice, even husky with sleep. He must have just woken up too. That was no good. I doubt he wanted to be awake this early either.
"Shut up, Levi," I mumbled back to him. "I'm trying to sleep here."
"Well get up!" a familiar voice snarled from my bedroom doorway.
I shot up in the bed to see Jackson standing in my doorway, glowering at the pile of us in the bed. I knew that it didn't look good. I had been slung completely across Levi's chest, snuggled up to him like he was a life sized teddy bear and Xavier had somehow ended up being upside down and cuddling with my legs.
I kicked my legs, attempting to wake Xavier up, panicking slightly. Jackson had already been mad at me yesterday, I knew that this wasn't going to help matters any.
Xavier sat up, blinking blearily as he tried to wake up. The first thing he saw was Levi and his beautifully decorated face. His waking statement made me drop my head into my hands as I realized that I was the only one worried about Jackson being here.
"What's up, Dracula?" he asked.
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