The Dark Masion

November 1st 5am

 The smell of hickory wood drifted into her room, Lola groaned and mumbled as she rustled under the covers smelling the sweet scent of the burning wood.

 “Ooh what the god’s” she thought as she rolled over onto her back. She raised her hand to her head holding onto it tight. She felt the after effects of the night before. How Loki came in draining what little power she had from the house by taking advantage of her. Her head felt like there was a clamp on her head tightening down every second she was awake. She hid herself under the blanket groaning as she did. 

 This is the worst she has felt since the beginning. Why? Why did she feel like this? Like if she had an extreme hangover. She just kept wrapping herself into the blanket. Then she could sense Camille coming down from the hallway, she just wanted to hide away today. Lola didn't want to deal with anything. Maybe today she could blow everything off and just stay in bed.  

 “My Queen!” Camille sang as she walked into the room and closed the door behind her! “My queen, I have brought you your morning espresso!” Camille came over to her nightstand placing the coffee and little plate down. She then walked over to the windows and pulled the blinds open. Lola growled at that, rolling over she lifted her hand out of the blanket and flicked it at windows closing the blinds. Camille huffed at that.

 “You can't stay in bed all day, you know this!” Camille walked over to the bed putting her hands on her hips.

 “I can, and I will.” Lola said as she shoved the pillow on top of her head holding it there to hide herself. Camille plopped down on the bed next to her.

 “He came last night?” Camille raised her hand wanting to place it somewhere on her queen to help comfort her but she pulled it back quickly.

 “Yes.” Lola said. Memories of last night flooding her head, it made her cringe.

 “I'm sorry my Queen. I hate him, I hate him so much I wish we could just get rid of him.” Camille said, her hands were starting to ball up into fist. Lola sat up in bed, her sheets falling just covering her breast. Feeling the rage Camille had in her. She saw her eyes filled with tears as she reached her hand over and cupped Camille’s face. Camille’s eyes widened as she took a quick look down at Lola’s breast. She was so beautiful, she thought.

 “ I've tried, it's impossible. No matter what time we are in. He will always find me and I will not risk losing you, Derek, or anyone else under my protection.”

 The tears in Camille’s eyes started to pool out as she took her hand and held the hand that Lola had on her face. Camille's face started to turn red as Lola was looking at her. She didn't know what was going to happen next, she felt her face was hot and she was sure he was turning red. 

 Lola was just sitting there for a moment taking in Camille’s beauty. Camille was so strong, so beautiful. She always knew how to cheerer Lola up and bring her out of her funk. Derek is always a big help but physically, though he can help clear her mind it was always Camille that would come out and make a joke, make her laugh and giggle. Lola loved the way Camille made her feel mentally. Camille blinked, tears still falling from her eyes. Lola took her hand and wiped the tears from her eyes, she moved her thumb to Camille's bottom lip and crossed it softly. Camille’s face turned a deep red, she would feel the heat coming off her face from what felt as embarrassment. Lola started to lean into Camilla, then there was a knock at the door which made them jump up and they moved away from each other.

 Derek then walked through the door. 

 “My Queen I have your schedule…” Derek stopped in the middle of his sentence as he looked up from his clipboard trying to figure out the sight that was before him. For a moment there was a flash of confusion then anger then he claimed himself and had a smooth smile across his face. He only got so angry because he saw his Queen with someone else. The queen was his, no one else. He didn't even want to share with Camille. He had to calm himself.

 Derek blinked “I'm I interrupting?”

 Lola smiled and brought her hands back to her body, she ran a hand through her hair as she chucked. She picked her coffee up with the other “No come in,” she said as she patted the bed night to her. Derek lifted up an eyebrow and walked in and over to the bed standing next to them both. He was in a black polo shirt and jeans. Lola was looking over him, even in just that he was so sexy to her.

 “We need to get to work. So how time has played out Ed was apprehended on November 16 1957 when Bernice Worden disappeared. One Plainfield resident reported that the hardware store's truck had been driven out from the rear of the building at around 9:30 A.M.” 

As Derek went on explaining the situation to Lola as Camille raised from the bed and moved over to Lola who was just finishing her espresso. Camille took the empty cup from her hand and placed it on the night stand as she held up Lola’s robe.

  Derek shot a look at his queen and continued “The hardware store was closed the entire day. The area residents believed it was because of deer hunting season. Bernice Worden's son, who's the Deputy Sheriff Frank Worden went into the store around 5:00 P.M. only to find the store's cash register open and blood stains on the floor.” 

 “Hmm” Lola hummed as she wrapped the rob around her and started walking to her closet.

 “Ill get you some more espresso mama.” Camilla said as she picked up the cup with plate and walked out of the room.

 Derek watched as she left the room then snapped his neck over to his queen, “I mean no disrespect… But what the f**k was that?” He said as he closed the door behind her not wanting Camille to hear his tone and walking over to the closet.

 Lola blinked, “what are you talking about?”

 “You damn well know what I'm talking about!” Derek throws his arms into the air. There was a flustered look on his face as it turned hot from anger, “I can feel all her s****l energy in the room. And yours” he said to her as he moved closer to her holding her in the closet.

 Lola turned from where she was standing and holding a short dress in the air. Her eyes got black and fierce as she looked at him, her voice low but strong, “Excuse me?” Lola spat at him, “Who do you think I am?” she said to him as she set the dress down on a long soft storage bench in the middle of the closet. She moved her way over to him taking delicate yet strong strides. She scoffed at him. “Derek,” she said. A sly smile coming across her lips. “I sleep with who I want, when I want.” she then huffed at him turning away. “What afield you wont have anyone to run to and hide my scent after we f**k?”

Derek flinched at that. What could she possibly be talking about? He always goes right to bed afterwards. He would stay here and sleep with her in his arms if she would allow it. “What the f**k ar you talking about?!” he grabbed her around the waist turning her to face him and kissed her, pushing his groin into hers. Then he let his mind open to her. 

 Lola pulled back giggling “you can not be possessive my Love,” she places her lips on the gap of his neck placing small pecks there. Derek wrapped his arms around her tight, “I will always choose you my Queen. I would lay with you in bed and hold you till the end of time if you allowed it.”

 Lola could feel she hurt him with her words. “I am sorry for snapping at you my Love.” she looked up at him, her body was starting to go numb. The jealousy she had all this time. Thinking Derek would leave her any day for Camille. To wake up and everyone telling her they're gone. She felt a sharp pain in her chest. She knew Derek would always choose her now. The sharp pain in her heart wasn't for him though it was for Camille. Knowing she would never have a bond with her as she does Derek. Still dreading she will wake up and it will be her who ran off and stayed in whatever time she decided to stay in.