His Possession

Two

Warning!: A little bit of swearing here and further on in the story.

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We were quiet throughout the trip. I looked out the window. A couple holding their hands walked past us. Why can't Andrew just be like this? 

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I stare up at the giant white mansion in awe. His friends truly do live well. All of a sudden I become nervous, and when he opens the door, I don't move until he glares at me, putting his hand on my waist like we were some kind of happy couple. If he's a killer that means all of his friends are killers too. How are they going to treat me? I don't want to be here.

"Drew Man! I'm glad you could make it," a guy steps out and shakes Andrew's hands. I remember seeing him at school but I don't remember his name. He flicks a glance to me and back to Andrew "I thought you had an assignment tonight," he says in a deep voice, looking at me again. I look away and ignore his look.

"It was canceled," Andrew answers. His hand goes around my waist again. "Greg, this is my wife, Angel."

Greg raises an eyebrow and runs his eyes over me, like he was sizing me up and judging me of my worth. "I wasn't invited to the wedding," he says, as his eyes skim my body. I never thought I'd say this but I prefer to be in Andrew's stupid house than here.

"Shall we?" Greg says reminding us that we haven't gotten in yet. As I look around the hallway, taking in the tall walls and molded ceilings. It's almost as magnificent as Andrew's home… almost. I doubt anything can beat his home in splendor. The only good thing I can say about Andrew's family is that they do live well.

"It was very small," Andrew says with a smirk. We start moving more into the room.

My eyes immediately snap down to the floor to avoid the hostile looks I'm receiving. I know a few people here but there are a few older people I can't place. I have no idea how this night is going to turn out and I really just wish I was back in that stupid house. I let myself be ushered into a seat and Andrewsits beside me. I look at him helplessly, and he smiles, placing his hand on my thigh. That is not what I wanted from him and I have to stop myself from throwing his hand off of me. I don't want people to think this is a legitimate relationship.

Greg sits at the head of the table, I figure this must be his house, and he smirks at all of his guests while picking up a glass of wine. "It looks like Drew man here went off and got married with out telling any of us," He says to the other people in the room.

Everyone looks at me again and my cheeks flame with embarrassment. "To Angel Xavier." Greg says an amused voice. I tilt my head up and look directly into Greg's dark brown eyes. He winks at me and pretends like he's toasting me with his glass. "It's about time, Drew." he says, never taking his eyes off of me. "You've been fantasizing over this one for a while now."

"Seriously Andrew," I know that voice. Samantha is glaring holes right through my body. "What the hell is this? Some kind of joke? I won't eat with a disgusting blood traitor at the table."

She stands up and throws her napkin down, looking at the other women in the room to follow suit. "Sit down," Andrew's cold voice cuts through the room like a knife. His voice is frightening when he's mad… I know that from personal experience. Samantha opens to say something but Andrew cuts her off. "I said sit down," he says a little more forcefully. She doesn't move. "Now!"

She sits down quickly, and stares at her plate, with a blush in her cheeks. The other people in the room have gone silent and are nervously playing with their crystal glasses as I stare at Andrew's profile while he drinks his wine like nothing happened. It's good to know I'm not the only one who has to listen to Andrew. It seems everyone is afraid of him, even his friends.

I barely eat any of the expensive dinner and I ignore most of the conversation that's going on around me… not that any of them truly tried to talk to me anyways... Once everyone is finished, Andrew grabs my hand, and leads me into another room where the other guests are standing around and talking with each other while sipping on alcoholic drinks.

Andrew nods his head to the group of women standing by the window. "Why don't you go make some friends?" He says and I look at the group of girls fearfully. I don't want to be their friends.

"Can't I just stay by you?" I ask carefully. I'd rather stay by the evil person I know, than the group of harpies I don't.

He smiles at me, like I just complimented him, and he kisses my cheek. "Go and introduce yourself. If they give you any trouble you can come and tell me," he says and then walks off, leaving me there by my self.

I don't want to talk to them, so I go to the opposite window to stare out at the sky by myself. I grab a drink from one of the trays and down in one gulp. Tonight will probably go faster if I was drunk. After fifteen minutes, and four more drinks, someone pokes me hard in the back.

I turn around and am met with the group of harpies that I was trying to avoid. "We've been waiting for you to come and talk to us," says one woman with a cruel smile. I notice her stomach is swollen like she's pregnant, but she has a cigarette and glass of wine in her hand. These people have no limits. I grab another glass of alcohol and take a sip. "It is rude of you not to introduce yourself." She sticks out her hand that has long, manicured, fingernails painted bright pink. I shake it limply, afraid her ugly nails might cut me. "My name is Lucy. Scott is my husband. Of course, I believe you already know Samantha." she says, amused, as Samantha flicks her eyes up and down my body like I was a piece of trash.

My mouth is dry and I'm nervous again. Women can be ten times crueler than men because their motives are always hidden and I suspect these girls that are surrounding me now are pretty freaking ruthless. The other women introduce themselves to me with cold voices as they look me over. I only know Kathy, and a couple girls from school, but not the others.

"So, tell me," Lucy after the introductions. "How does an Angel Mays end up married to an Andrew Xavier?"

You'd have to ask Andrew, I answer, grabbing another bluish drink. My mind is starting to become fuzzy and my face is flushed. I feel like the women are starting to circle me as my mind and body get drunk.

"Yes, you know, I do remember Andrew and Damon used to talk about you all the time." I turn my head to Irene as she smoothes out her dress. "When we were in school, of course," she adds as everyone looks at her. "They had a bet going to see which one of them could get you"

My face turns scarlet as the girls begin to giggle. "Of course it looks like Andrew won that bet!" says Irene. I don't think this is funny at all.

Samantha's eyes bore into mine and I bit my lower lip out of pure nervousness. "Is it true that you were once engaged to Kendall?"

I match her glare and I nod my head tightly. I won't lie about my relationship with him.

She smiles a wicked smile. "You must be glad that he's dead, then. Other wise you wouldn't have married Andrew, right?"

"I'm not glad he's dead," I say fiercely. The alcohol is making my tongue loose. "Kendall was ten times the man Andrew will ever be."

"You think so?" asks Samantha, clearly liking this topic of conversation.

"I know so. Andrew is nothing but a pathetic coward."

As soon as it left my mouth I knew I shouldn't have said it because the women stopped talking to give me cold, disbelieving looks. Samantha smiles a   smile and turns to walk away. I watch with my heart beating painfully in my chest as she whispers something into Andrew's ear. He looks up to me as she does this and his eyes darken dangerously.

He takes slow steps towards me and the women around me split to let him through. Shining eyes are watching us in amusement, like they were waiting for a show to start. They want to see me in trouble. These people are sick.