**I was actually hoping to get Nick there, but OTHER PEOPLE are being slow about everything!! If they don't post soon, what do you say you and I write our own story, without them? Put it on Double Trouble Writing Huddle?
"Neglect not the gift that is in thee, which was given thee by prophecy, with the laying on of the hands of the presbytery." Timothy 4:14 KJV
**sorry guys, I started school and my internet was down for a while. Alice, please don't kill me. . Sorry if this doesn't help at all. I"m still in, just a tad lost.**
Kyle:
Kyle wasn't sure he liked the whole idea. But he wasn't about ot let Angel out of his site even if Tristian was going to be there. He wasn't sure he trusted Sybyla as much as Tristan did either. He sighed, whatever happened if anything happened to his friends he was going to get Syb if it was even in the least bit her fault.
Tristian:
Tristian could tell that Kyle wasn't liking the whole idea, but he had the option of leaving, he didn't have to stay. He smiled reassuringly at Syb as they got to the airport. He just hopped that the trouble that had always followed his parents didn't follow them as closely.
I walked through the side door, knowing my way around perfectly fine. This room was the bathroom.
I turned on the shower, stripping quickly. I didn't know how long it would be until Edward came back, so I wanted to make this as fast as possible.
Tears streamed down my face, mixing with the hot water.
I thought of Nick and Syb, and whoever else she was bound to bring along. Please hurry.
As I got out of the shower and wrapped myself in one of the large, white towels, I began to wonder if any of my old clothes were left. I knew what I'd've liked to wear, but I didn't have the convenience of packing before coming.
Edward was sitting at my bed when I stepped out of the bathroom, still wrapped in a towel.
"What are you doing?" I growled, ignoring him as I opened the closet. All my old clothes were there - no jeans, no sweats, no t-shirts. Quite a few gowns though. I found one for sleeping in eventually.
"Waiting for you, darling," he replied, a smirk spreading across his face. Turning back around, I walked back toward the bathroom to change.
"I'd appreciate it if you left while I was changing." He caught my elbow, roughly spinning me around.
I held her in place; she couldn't get away from me if she tried. Like she couldn't stop me if I decided, in that split second, to take her as my own once and for all...
But I wouldn't be that harsh. I made myself be gentler, more pleasant. It was hard on my ego, but, if it would win her over...
I pulled her up to me, stealing another kiss from her as she clung desperately to the towel. To think that that was all that separated us... I turned away from the thought and released her, mouth and all.
"Don't think of me so poorly, my dear," I reminded her, watching as she scampered away, backwards, toward the bathroom. "I'm not the kind to force myself on a girl."
That didn't seem to work, so I changed my tone. I turned away, heading for the door. "I'll let you finish pampering. Then you can meet me downstairs, for dinner, perhaps?" It was more a demand than a question, but it was better than scaring her to death.
I closed the door behind me and strode down the hall, chuckling at how I affected her even now.
"Neglect not the gift that is in thee, which was given thee by prophecy, with the laying on of the hands of the presbytery." Timothy 4:14 KJV
I shuddered at the thought of joining Edward for dinner.
His touch was no different as before. He still desired me, as he always had. It disgusted me. To him I seemed to be more a toy than a person.
Not the kind to force myself on a girl.
I laughed as his words rang in my head again. It was a dry, almost angry laugh. I remembered him while enough to know better than that. He was conniving, he did what he had to to get what he wanted.
Good Luck Alzz**
. Sorry if this doesn't help at all. I"m still in, just a tad lost.**
