Chapter 8 - Kiss The Walls Like Last Times

Drake entered the house first, after dealing with a last-minute duty, Thomas sent him to do, before evening time. It was a complicated matter, him being the one able to see to it. He had some injuries on his abdomen and left arm, but he wouldn’t complain about.

“Drake? Coming home so late, babe?” Olivia smirked.

“Witch? How many failed times did you have with Thomas? Isn’t it enough for your pride?” He replied, going at the bar, serving himself with a Jack on the rocks, the favorite drink in the mansion, to alleviate the daily horrors.

“Do I sense love on you? Yes…. Infectious hormone, babe….” She harassed his back, sniffing around him, becoming excited.

“Witch? Keep your distance. I’m not Thomas.” He rejected her, taking her hand off him, and going to sit on an armchair.

“I have my ace in the sleeve this time, babe. He has a price to pay. I will choose how it will be paid. Hmm…. I shall dance under the sheets tonight….” She said, closing her eyes, picturing her reward when Thomas would reach home. “He can’t refuse me this time. Ha-ha!” Olivia resumed her stay on the couch, to welcome Thomas.

“Good luck with that! Don’t come to me crying when he will make you kiss the walls like last times.” Drake chuckled. “You know he is not into you. You only annoy him.” He had a man’s pose, with his legs crossed, sitting relaxed, glaring at the witch, scanning her with his black eyes. “You are a femme fatale, but some men are into something else. Thomas is part of them. Better stop being stubborn.”

“Why did you kill my father?” Mika screamed outside to Thomas who was dragging her in the house.

“Who’s that?” asked Olivia, waiting an answer from Drake.

Drake identified it was Mika, and jumped on his feet, ready to go outside, wondering why she would accuse Thomas of killing her father. He knew that wasn’t true.

“Because I wanted to. Let’s go inside!” He took her in his arms and stepped inside.

“What are you doing?” yelled Olivia, seeing him with Mika hanging in the air in his arms. An image which pierced her heart, left her in pain, wanting to murder someone.

“What’s going on? What are you doing to Mika?” asked Drake, visibly angry, and stepping forward to take Mika from Thomas.

“I dare you to come near, Drake! See what happens next!” threatened Thomas, nailing him with vampire eyes.

“Let me go!” Mika tossed in his arms to free herself. “I want to speak to Drake! Now!”

“Why speak to Drake? I am your husband, he’s my subject. He doesn’t have a say over me.” said Thomas, not having a single thought to listen to her demands.

Olivia was in shock when she heard “husband”. She was banning the word from her mind, wishing she had heard it wrong. Her body was trembling, fire burned inside, and her head was a volcano, ready to erupt.

Drake remained as shocked as Olivia. He couldn’t believe what Thomas was saying, looking from Thomas back to Mika and then again at Thomas. “Her husband? Since when?”

“Same question here!” exclaimed Olivia, feeling betrayed, demanding explanations for the tragedy of her heart.

“We will officially marry tomorrow, but the documents are already signed since 16 years ago.” Thomas confessed, leaving everybody with their jaws dropped, gaining silence around him. Even Mika was quiet, glaring at Thomas, with expanded eyes, holding her hands on him, not to fall.

“Say what?” Mika erupted, apparently her most used question lately.

“As you heard, honey. We could say we are happily married for the last 16 years. But starting officially tomorrow. So, be good and drop the aggressiveness. It’s not good for our marriage.” He winked, attempting a kiss, however, receiving a slap which was heard inside the mansion.

Both Olivia and Drake held their breath, not wanting to see Thomas’s cruel reaction, as they knew he would in any other situation. Not that he would subject himself to such a thing. No one would dare or reach him to act that. The person would be dead the next second.

“Ha-ha! So, you don’t want to wait until after tomorrow’s ceremony. That is something I will wholeheartedly agree with. It’s not as if we aren’t legal now. We can start our intimacy if that’s your desire, my sweet angel. You choose, I will be your servant.” His eyes were dancing full of lust and excitement, hell’s flames were melting her.

“You brute and pervert! Put me down this instant! I will fucking kill you! Don’t provoke me! Devil!” She reacted violently in his arms, but to no avail. He was no match to her.

“You said you didn’t know her!” Olivia started to launch a scandal. “But you are husband and wife?”

“It’s not your business, witch! How come you are here? I didn’t summon you!” He thundered.

“I came to take my reward for saving her! The price you have to pay!” She reminded him, forcing a change of things.

“Drake will make sure you will be paid. Tell him what you want, he will give you. Go now!” He ordered, as a Master over them.

“You didn’t hear what the price is! You said you will pay me whatever, just to save her!” She argued, pointing at Mika, with pain in her eyes.

“Save me? From what?” Mika intervened, confused over the word-slapping between the two.

“When he bit you and sucked the life out of you! He made me bring you back to life! That’s your fated husband!” Olivia divulged the secret, distorted a bit, triumphant for seeding wrath among them.

“What?! He killed me?! Put me down! Now!” She punched him repeatedly to be released but failed.

“I didn’t kill you! It’s not that bad as she described. There were some circumstances that lead to that. Not that I wanted to harm you.” Thomas defended himself, looking back at Olivia, with murdering eyes.

Olivia had a foxy smile, pleased with the result.

Drake was speechless. His world collapsed. He was raging inside, not wanting to accept the situation. “Put her down, Thomas!” He growled, with eyes changing into his imprint beast.

“You two! Get out! Now!” Thomas gave his last warning for them to keep their safety. It was too long he maintained his calm and patience with them. He took Mika up the staircase, aiming his bedroom, to have privacy from them, and clear some things up with her. His wounds were healed outside, but inside it was burning still from the werewolves’ poison. He needed some rest, peace and quiet. Her presence near him made him recover faster.

Drake tailed him to take Mika, yet Thomas released a wave of energy that sent him down the stairs, pressuring him, unable to move.

“I told you to never disobey me! Don’t ask for unnecessary trouble!” He barked at Drake.