Lips of deceit

movie time

I didn’t get much sleep that first night. Sanders had noticed the red mark around my left wrist and had the decency to cuff my right arm instead to give it a rest at my bruised wrist. I was kinda queer when it came to fall asleep, I needed to be at a certain position so I could fall asleep. The flamingo position was all I needed to fall asleep, laid on my stomach, my arms tucked under the pillow, head tilted to one side, with one knee bent sharply up and one leg straight out. Sanders on the other hand, slept on his back one of his hands tucked under the pillow as the other rested on his side, with one knee bent lightly up and one leg straight out. At first I almost succeeded, I almost fell asleep… but then Sanders moved in his sleep, forcing me to turn along with him. We somehow ended up in the spooning position, my back was against his hard, bare chest and his right arm rested over my waist as his hand held mine. I tried to free myself from his grip, but every time I tried his grip only tightened… so at some point I just gave in and tried to relax and get some sleep, but it was nearly impossible, I was too aware of his proximity, of his half naked body pressed against mine. It seemed like I had just fallen asleep when Sanders got off of the bed yanking me along, I didn’t had time to react, I just fell on my face…

“What the f**k, man?”, I yelled as I rubbed my face.

“Oh, s**t! I’m sorry! I was in distress to get to the bathroom, I really need to take a leak… I completely forgot that I was cuffed to you. Are you okay?”, he asked as he helped me up.

“What do you think? You just woke me up by making me fell on my face. I’m peachy! f*****g asshole!”, I growled.

“I told you I’m sorry. I was in such a hurry to get to the bathroom that I forgot the handcuffs.”, he tried to explain again.

“Like that’s gonna cut it! Didn’t you want to pee? Get over with it already! Or are you going to pee on yourself?”, I said scornfully.

“Let me just take a leak and we’ll put some ice or something frozen on your face. I don’t know if there’s anything in the fridge.”, he said snubbing my disdainful tone.

“Just do it already!!! I want to go back to bed, I don’t give a f**k about my face as long as I get some sleep.”, I rumbled.

“But it’s already ten a.m. . The guys will be here in no time.”, he said as if that piece of information was more than enough reason for me to let go of the idea of getting some sleep.

“I couldn’t care less if someone is coming over. I’m a prisoner here, not a hostess! I need to sleep… I don’t care if you cuff me to the bed, but I really need to get some sleep.”, I spat grumpily.

“Didn’t you sleep?”, he asked softly as he led the way to the bathroom.

“I tried… But it’s quite impossible to fall asleep as your arm held a death grip on me and you were all cuddly over me. I need space, I need to be on my stomach so I can fall asleep.”, I snapped harshly as I turned my back to him to give him some privacy to pee.

“I don’t cuddle!”, he replied in the same tone.

“You sure about that? I tried to break free but you didn’t budge, you even held my hand. f*****g creepy! Hurry up, man. Takes you a f*****g century to take a piss, God!”, I growled impatiently.

”Hello? Matt? Are you awake, dude?”, someone shouted from downstairs.

“Yeah! We’ll be there in a sec, Sin.”, Sanders shouted back. “Now cut the bullshit.”, he adverted me as he walked to the door.

“Aren’t you going to wash your hands??”, I reproached and muttered under my breath “Pig!”.

“Shut up, woman!”, he retorted bitterly as he walked to the sink to wash his hands. I couldn’t help but chuckle as I saw him do as I said.

After washing his hands, Sanders stormed out of the bathroom dragging me along not so gently. Three guys were comfortably lodged on the couch when we reached the living room, their eyes locked on our handcuffed wrists. They all stood up as if it would help them to take a better look at me and Sanders.

“What’s up with the cuffs, Shadz?”, green eyed guy asked chuckling. He was not as broad as Matt and he seemed a few inches shorter, but he was attractive as well. He had the most incredible green eyes, his eyebrows were perfectly defined, his lower lip was significantly thicker than his upper lip and adorned with snakebites forming a perfect pout when he was serious. His arms were also covered with tattoos and he had ‘Forever’ tattooed on the left side of his neck.

“She tried to reach the front door. I’m not taking any chances, Mack… And you know it. Which one of you wants to trade places with me? I need to leave for a couple of hours, I have some errands to take care of…”, he announced without further ado.

The three of them shared glances, Sanders noticed and said firmly “Christ! She’s up to you until I get back.”. He uncuffed himself and locked the metallic band around Christ’s wrist.

The guy Sanders referred to as Christ had the sweetest brown eyes and the strangest hair. It was something hard to describe, but kind of awesome nonetheless. It was this dark brown color, seeming light brown in the ends. The hair was cut really short on the sides, so short that it seemed inexistent. The mass of brown hair, resided on the center, being clearly longer on the front and back. It was falling perfectly down his forehead, covering his left temple stylish and almost reaching his eye. His arms were fully inked, and he had a cowboy skull chewing a straw tattooed on the left side of his neck. We were almost the same height, I was only a couple centimeters shorter. He shrugged and smiled at me.

“Do you need anything?”, Sanders asked me.

“How much longer before you let me go?”, I asked back sourly.

“Do you want me to get you anything?”, he asked again ignoring my question.

“How kind of you to offer!”, I blurted sarcastically. “Some tampons and some underwear would be nice.”, I answered.

“She needs to get some sleep, Christ.”, he said before he pocketed his keys and left.

“How considerate!”, I mumbled ironically. “f*****g asshole! And I’m Adrianne, by the way…”

“Yeah… We know. I’m Mack… He’s Sin and I bet you’ve figured out that you’re cuffed to Christ.”, the green eyed guy said, pointing to the guy on his right and nodding towards Christ. The guy he introduced as Sin had dark brown hair, strategically spiked in every direction, brown eyes, thin lips, broad shoulders, arms covered with colorful tattoos and his V-neck t-shirt revealed a few tattooed letters on his chest, ‘REV’ was all I was able to read. He was a few inches taller than Mack and his body seemed sturdier as well.

“I’d say that it is a pleasure to meet you, but I haven’t decided yet…”, I replied coldly.

“Attitude! I like that… How’s Matt handling you? I bet you’ve managed quite easily to get on his nerves, didn’t you?”, Sin spoke for the first time since I was in the room.

“It’s not hard to get on his nerves. He’s not the nicest person. Christ, right? I really need to sleep, ‘cause I didn’t get much sleep last night thanks to your beloved friend.”, I retorted coldly.

“Let me just get my laptop… You don’t mind me watching some movies while you sleep, do you? I even got some earphones, so you won’t have to be bothered by the sound.”, he seemed nicer than Sanders, so I figured I should be nice to him too, maybe he could tell me what Sanders refused to.

“Sure… Help yourself!”, he gently took my hand after he grabbed his laptop bag and led me upstairs to the bedroom, leaving Sin and Mack on the couch watching TV.

“I’ve been meaning to ask you… What’s that red mark on your left wrist?”, Christ asked as we entered the bedroom.

“Sanders is not as gentle as you are. He drags me, he pushes me instead of leading me just like you did. I gotta say I don’t make it easy for him either, but I’m not as strong as he is… That’s why I get all the bruises!”, I frowned.

“He’s not a bad guy, you know? He sure has a short temper but he means well most of the times… A lot has happened in the last couple of years.”, Johnny tried to defend his friend.

“You know what they say? Hell’s paved with good intentions! But I don’t really care. All I need now is to sleep for a couple of hours at least…”, I said as I laid down onto the king sized bed. Johnny sat beside me, leaning against a set of pillows, with the laptop on his lap. “I usually tuck my arms under the pillow… do you mind?", I asked softly and he looked down at me, smiled and let his cuffed arm fall on his side so I could tuck mine under the pillow.

I fell asleep shortly after… Christ was easy to be around, he was kind enough to make me feel relaxed. For the first time in almost six months I dreamed of my father.

”How did you let this happen, Drii? I was counting on you to get Klaus… He murdered me, Drii! And what do you do? You’re getting along with Klaus men. You’re such a disappointment, girl!”, my father said bitterly.

“There was nothing I could do, daddy. I was close, but they got me off of the case. I tried, I still tried, daddy! They caught me spying on them at the docks and kidnapped me. I tried, daddy!”, I tried to reach him as I explained myself but he took several steps back.

“Not hard enough, it seems. And what the hell are you thinking? Sleeping with the enemy, fantasizing about the enemy… What’s wrong with you? I taught you better than this! You’re useless! You’re a disappointment to me, Adrianne!”, he kept his disdainful tone.

“Please, daddy... Don’t say that. You’re hurting me! It’s not like I have a choice in this... I’m cuffed to him, for f**k sake! Please, daddy…”, I pleaded as I tried to reach him but he kept walking backwards and as much as I tried to reach him he just kept going further and further away from me. The look in his eyes held nothing but disappointment and resentment.

I cracked my eyes open as I felt the mattress wobble beneath me. “Did I wake you? I’m sorry…”, Christ mumbled.

“Not your fault… don’t worry about it. What time is it?”, I asked as I rubbed my eyes to shoo sleep away.

“Two thirty p.m.”, he replied.

“Is Sanders home already?”, I asked.

“Not yet… you hungry? Mack ordered some pizza… I saved you a few slices and some soda.”, he reached the box that rested on his nightstand and handed it to me.

“I’m starving! Thanks… What are you watching?”, I asked looking over the screen.

“I was about to watch ‘Priest’… Are you in for some movie time?”, he asked amusingly.

“I sure am! I love Paul Bettany…”, he unplugged the earphones, placed the laptop between us and pressed play.

I ate my pizza as I watched the movie.

In a world where there had always been man and vampires, these both races were locked conflict since the beginning of time, destroying each other and world itself… When mankind was close to extinction, humans refuged behind the walls of cities under the protection of the Church. Priests were the ultimate weapon against vampires, warriors with extraordinary powers trained by the Church in the art of vampire combat, they alone turned the tide to man, locking the remaining vampires in reservations. When the niece of one of the Priests gets kidnapped by vampires, that Priest defies the Church to go in his niece rescue. I had just discovered that the girl was the Priest daughter, not his niece when Sanders got into the bedroom, carrying several bags in his hands. He furrowed his eyebrows when he saw us watching a movie and his expression hardened.