Make Me Series

Chapter 6

I stepped into the surprisingly empty bathroom and collapsed on the sink. Starting to wash my face, I attempted to get myself together, before going back. I didn't know why I was so bothered, but probably because I was tired... I mean he is a demon, I'm sure he needs to get his...urges dealt with as well. Especially because to me it seems like Jude can be horny literally any time of any day, just by random things... though I've never seen him make a move on anyone else...

Raising my head, I noticed a group of three guys entering the toilet. Two of them wore an almost identical leather jacket, the third had a shirt on, unbuttoned almost all the way down to the middle of his chest. They reeked from alcohol and cigarettes, so I turned my gaze away frowning a little bit.

"Something's wrong?" one of them asked when he caught my repulsed expression in the mirror. How do I do this? I mean, there is no way, I'm always the one people feel like getting in a fight with... But maybe it's not that unlucky this time.

If Jude wants to ignore me then be it... If he doesn't care anymore, neither should I... I know he is annoyed when I get in fights, because of his possessive nature, but since it doesn't concern him anymore, I guess it won't matter... Okay, maybe I just itched to provocate him further.

"I just almost puked from your odour, that's all" I smiled at him, turning in their direction, and I could almost hear as his mind exploded with anger. His whole face got red, and his two buddies slowly got closer to him to form a circle around me.

"Because you smell so good?" he taunted with a grin, eyeing me up and down as if he was trying to figure out why am I picking a fight with 3 of them.

"Well, rumour has it, yes." I shrugged, a smug look plastered all over my face. I guess, I just like mocking people, and I'm probably also too drunk to control my mouth.

"You hear that guys? Why don't we give it a try?" the main jerk hissed like an angry cat, but I could only watch them with amusement in my eyes.

I back away from my sink, so I would have room to step forward and backwards when the fight begins. These guys were really into foreplay, or just didn't actually have a bite to this enormous bark.

"Hold him down" the main guy ordered, and as the other two started to make their way to me, I prepared. As one of them reached for my arm, I stepped aside and twisted his in an unnatural direction. A painful groan is all I got, and a punch from the other one. I felt my nose getting a little bloody, but adrenaline was good enough for me to go on. I kicked the other one away from me, but before I could've further gone on with my plan, the tallest guy stepped into my very personal space and grabbed my shirt pushing me against the wall. I guess this is the "jerk-fight-move-101", since Adam did the same. He was surprisingly stronger than me, so no matter how I struggled against his hands, I couldn't get him off of me.

"So let's see..." he smirked letting the two order guys hold my hands to the wall, and so he could grab my hair, forcing my head back, and exposing my neck to him.

"What's wrong with you?" I spoke through my teeth, but he didn't react to me. I could feel his breath on my neck, as he noticeably sniffed me.

"He actually does smell good, would you believe it guys?" He chuckled and the other two joined him.

"His face is so red..." the other commented and I tried to move my head in an attempt to bit his hand, but the tall one was holding onto my locks way too strongly... I could just call Jude... but I don't want to. He doesn't care at all. I won't order him to help me, if he isn't interested anymore, I don't need him anyway. I'll figure something out.

"Look, he has a tattoo... Looks weird" one of them pointed at it, and as I felt his grasp getting weaker on my hand, I kicked in his direction, and tore my arm away, punching the tall guy right in front of me. There was only one remaining his hold on me, so I grabbed onto his arm with mine as well, and turned my body in a full circle, probably breaking his hand.

"You little prick" The tall guy grabbed my throat and pressed be back against the wall. I heard a moan, and for a second I didn't know where it came from only when I realized... that was my voice. I moaned... His thumb pressed against Jude's mark, and my skin was burning like hell, but not painfully, more like... pleasantly. I tried to move a little in his hand, so his fingers wouldn't be touching the mark, but I was already late.

"Did you just moan?" he asked with a surprised smirk.

"He does that sometimes... But better let go of him before I get there" I knew that voice...

And just like that, suddenly I ceased to be worried about my safety... The only thing that actually concerned me now...was theirs.

Chapter 10

"Shall I stop?" the deep, smoky voice entered my ears violently, not letting me ignore it in the slightest. By back was against a cold, hard surface, yet my fingers twirled around something incredibly soft and dark. Hair, soft as a cats fur.

A voice, that speaks so politely, yet slyly, knowing the answers to all the question it asks. I heard myself just as if I was a third person in the room, moaning and struggling to keep my voice in my throat, but my fingers, curled around those soft locks, said something completely else. Pushing down the head they were holding, I growled:

"Don't you dare"

***

The morning felt cruel and painful. My head was hurting badly, my stomach felt like giving out everything it had, but also wanting to eat, and it confused me more than anything. f**k. I hate hangovers.

I could barely remember the last night, but I a faint memory of getting in a fight in the bar, and so Jude brought me home. Things could've turned out worse I guess. I slowly sat up in my bed, looking at my side. I was still in time to get to my first lecture. Carefully standing on my feet, I stretched a little and made my way to the living room. Jude sat there, on the couch, with a cup in his hand, and a book in the other.

"Good morning... You got up pretty early" my comment caught his attention and he glanced in my direction with curiosity. He studied my face for a while then gave me a sly, but barely noticeable smile.

"I figured you'll sleep in... " he answered, his voice deeper than usual, and a little more...husky, a little raspy. I raised an eyebrow at him while I walked up to the counter to make myself a coffee.

"You sound deeper"

"My throat hurts a little, that's all" his voice held a strange amusement as if he had his own personal inner joke about the situation, but didn't tell me about it...

That's strange though. I didn't think demons could catch a cold or so. As my coffee was finally ready, I turned to him, scanning him a little concerned.

He seemed quite alright like usually, his posture perfect and proud, yet elegant like a cat. I have a weird feeling that he is holding back something from me, but I didn't comment, just sipped on my drink and made my way to the bathroom. My neck was bruised, that jerk choked me if I remember correctly. What a d**k really.

I washed my face, and I felt a little fresher, and despite my hangover, I somehow was more in my element, similar to the feeling when you finally eat the food you were craving but don't overeat yourself, so you just feel fulfilled and satisfied. Ah... I don't recall ever feeling that good in my skin really. I got my clothes off and had a quick shower, washing my hair, while whistling... I didn't even realize I was doing it until I heard myself. What the hell, am I in a good spirit today?

Stepping out of the shower, I got a towel around my waist, when my whole body froze, staring at my reflection... Deep purple bitemarks ran through from my chest, down my stomach, only stopping at the line where my boxer was supposed to be... I slowly let go of the towel, to scan my body further, when I noticed one as well on my inner thigh... What the hell had happened?

I quickly got dressed, trying to find the memories that had gone away with last night, but everything was so blurry. I could only faintly remember, smells, and noises. A deep... a deep voice.

As I got back to the living room, I cautiously glanced at Jude a few times... No, if we had done it, he would brag about it non-stop, to tease me... But then who?

"Yesterday... after the fight. You brought me straight home?" I asked kindly, as if I was just trying to chat, while I got a jumper on. As I looked in his direction, I caught him giving me an interesting look.

"Yes, I did." he replied, his voice once again, deep and raspy as if he just woke up "Why do you ask? You look a little red as well, are you alright?" tilting his head to the side, I just smiled awkwardly, trying not to give away my problem. It couldn't have been him, could it? I would never let him... not even when I'm drunk, there is no way.

"It's nothing really... I was just wondering." he gave me an all-knowing smirk, probably just to drive me insane with theories, before he got up and offered me my coat. Maybe I was just thinking too much to it, but I had a strong feeling, he knew exactly what was on my mind... he always knew somehow. Just from the light, good mood I woke up in, despite the hangover, I can tell I probably got laid but... With whom? And if it's not Veronica, did I cheat on her? I didn't get off with that bad excuse of a man in the bathroom, did I? No, my standards are not that low, and again, I'm not gay even when I'm drunk. But I'm almost certain it was a man... all the memories I have left, are filled with a deep voice... low and throaty.

We made our way to school almost completely silent, though my mind was racing, trying to figure out who left the bite marks on me. The easiest solution would have been to ask Jude because he was probably around me when I got off with someone from the bar... but I was too ashamed to do so.

"Jude, Seth!" rang the familiar voice through the hallway. Veronica stormed to us, hugging me from behind, and guilt slowly sank to the pit of my stomach. I'm a terrible person.

"Hi dear... What's up?" I turned to her with a half-smile hating myself more with every second I kept pretending everything was alright.

"I was so worried... you really do get in fights when you are drunk, don't you? I wish you'd sometimes not pick on a whole group of guys" she traced her fingers through the small wound on my upper lip and shook her head.

"We got home safe after all..." Jude commented "And everything went... quite alright" those words were mocking my lack of knowledge of the previous day, and it irritated me to the core. So vague yet so suggestive, I was going insane over it.