The Things That Love Can Do

Boundaries of Privacy

Amethyst's POV 

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I picked up the phone before the second ring. I kept hoping that it wasn't who I thought it was. 

"Girl! Where'd ya go? I've been lookin' for ya everywhere! Ya didn't even say goodbye!" She dragged out her words trying not to slur them. She was drunk and she knew it. We weren't exactly 21 but like all "great" teenage parties, someone just had to bring "the goods."

Oh LUNA! Why did she have to call me now? Why'd she have to call me while she's drunk! I have to tell her I won't be back for a while but she won't even remember! It's not like she's a werewolf! Unless someone else is there to hear the conversation she won't have someone to remind or reinform her of this... besides I haven't really come up with a solid alibi yet!

"Sorry Jade, something came up. Had to leave early... I suppose that you could say it's a family thing..."

"Then why are people tellin' me ya left with that piece of eye candy Mr. MATTELIANO?" She dragged out his last name with that tone. You know it. The one where someone thinks that they know something you won't admit to. That "Told you so!" attitude.

"Uh, well for starters, I needed a ride. You were the one who insisted that we take your car. You knew exactly what you were going to do. You were going to end up drunk or with some guy you barely knew. Little to my surprise you got drunk and started dancing with a totally exceptional piece of eye candy. With whom you were still enjoying the company of when I needed to leave. I didn't want to interrupt, so I figured I'd let you bask in your comfort zone."

"Ohhh~ sweetieee~! You don't have to do all that f-for meeee~." If I needed any more confirmation that she was drunk, I'm pretty sure that was it. When she got drunk, she sounded like a complete i***t.

"Well, Mikey also had something he wanted to talk to me about, so it worked out better. I don't really like crowds very much anyway." 

"Oooo! First name nicknames! You two must reeeaally get along well!" I heard giggling in the background. She must still be at that beach party. "When are you getting back to town? Or are you gonna spend the night~?" she giggled. I knew she was teasing me. Even when she got drunk, she never missed the opportunity to tease me like I was her little sister. She was an only child. Or so she'd told me. I'd never been to her house before, but I never had any reason to doubt her. She was the first person here who really helped me. I had enrolled myself in human school hoping to further my education, not realizing that many of the classed they took were harder than the many books in my father's study.

"Actually, it looks like my parents have caught up to me. You remember that arranged marriage I told you about?" Figuring a change in topic was due,  I decided to be a bit more honest for a change. I couldn't be completely honest though. She was mortal after all.

"Yeah, kinda. S'been a while since we talked about it though." The way she was talking was like she didn't want to talk about it, but I had to do something to explain I wasn't going back any time soon.

"Well, let's just say my fiance is here. I still think 17 is too early for marriage, arranged or not."

"Is there anything you can do about it?"

"Not this time. But I have met quite a smoking hot guy. He's tall, tanned, and just my type too."

"Ooooo~! Marry him instead! Your parents can't marry you off if you're already married. I just don't get what it is about rich parents and arranging marriages for their kids. Like, do they not think we as kids have our own opinions on love and what feels right?" 

Yeah, like you have room to talk. Your parents are away so often that I haven't even met them yet. I mean you aren't rich, but the way they act is pretty similar. 

"Hey, at least your parents let you do what you want."

"Not like they could stop me if they were home anyways. I've always been independent, to begin with. Oh, hey Ams, can I borrow your Lady Luck?"

"You mean my green 1972 Lincoln Continental with a modified Corvette engine, high functionality shocks, specially designed dual exhaust, and custom interior? No. Never gonna happen. That's my baby, and I'll never let anyone except me and my soulmate drive that. She's special." She really loved my car. Unfortunately, it isn't built for going off-roading. Which was why Michelangelo drove his jeep. Otherwise, I would have driven that, and probably made it look like I'd packed as heavily as I did. 

"Aww come on! I just wanna take it to the car show. That one they have here at the boardwalk every once in a while!"

"My answer is still no."

"You rarely drive it!"

"Yeah, because it took months to get her fixed up and purring like a kitten! Plus I don't want some asshole or distracted driver hitting it making me spend more money to fix it or worse!"

"What is worse than having to fix a little fender bender?"

"How about tracking down a new Continental and having to start over from square one?"

"I guess that would be worse."

"Now, can we move on from the topic of my car?"

"Oh! You mentioned meeting a guy and we got off track!" 

Yeah, because you're so drunk that you can't focus on a topic long enough, to get through it before jumping to another.

"Right. So what do you want to know about him?"

"You said he was tall and hot. Give me details!"

"Where to start? Umm. Abs. Perfectly sculpted abs."

"Those sound like they deserve a long feeling up."

"I was drooling looking at them! I don't think I could even get close to them without creaming my pants."

"What else does he have?"

"A good strong jaw, and just the right amount of stubble. He takes care of it and keeps the edges clean and sculpted like he's a walking statue."

"Great mother Gaia! That sounds hot. Just imagine how that would feel against the inside of your legs as he's eating you out! HEAVEN TAKE ME NOW!!!"

"I'd rather have that against my breasts as he sucks them. I'm not fond of the idea of stubble scratching those sensitive places. If you want that kind of thing you go for it. It's just not something I think would turn me on."

"Says the virgin!"

"Hey! Being a virgin is not something to be ashamed of! Why touch and experience temptation when you can save everything for your special someone and experience everything you ever wanted to try with them? Makes it that much more special."

"Riiiight. That makes your lack of a boyfriend that much more embarrassing and depressing. Not only for me to watch now but also for you in the long run. No man wants an inexperienced woman."

"Do you want to hear more about the hottie, or are you going to keep pestering me about my love life like a mother hen?"

"I'll just shut up now. Please give me more things to imagine about this mystery man."

"Ok. Muscles. Arms so big he could scoop you up with one, and hold you there for hours.

"Yum!"

"With how huge his legs are, you can bet he's never skipped leg day at the gym. Probably runs a good 8 or 9 miles every morning."

"Seriously? That's insane. How anyone runs in the morning like that is beyond me."

"Girl, you're so lazy you slept every first class."

"Yeah, but not one of my teachers cared."

"Right. Except for that one time the substitute sent you to the principal's office because you were snoring so loudly he couldn't focus on the book he was reading."

"Alright! Alright! Enough about me! More about the hot and sexy mystery man whose name you won't tell me!"

"I don't know what else to tell you. There's not much more I can think of."

"What about his 'package?' Knowing you, you probably haven't seen it, but you can get a rough estimate from staring at his pants."

"His package. Are you kidding me?"

"YES! You know I love d***s! Can you tell me anything, or is your virgin mind able to block that out too?"

"Well... If I didn't know any better I'd have thought it was as big as-"

BAM! 

My bedroom door burst into splinters. Shards of wood flung everywhere.

"What was that?" Jade screamed. Almost as if the sudden noise had sobered her up.

"I'll call you back, Jade. The fiance just broke down a door in a fit of rage." Turned it into something no better than fire kindling is more like it.

"Oh, ok. Wait. WHAT? The f**k is he doing breaking doors?"

"I don't know. I'll let you go so I can figure it out."

And with that, I hung up my phone.

I spun around on my bed and looked at Jillian.

"WHAT THE ACTUAL f**k IS WRONG WITH YOU???" I screamed.

His face flickered as if my screaming was painful for him to hear, but a moment later it was gone. Was it just my imagination? When he opened his eyes they had turned almost pitch black. He was pissed. But why? He had no right, seeing as he just interrupted my private conversation with my best friend.

"Why are you talking about other guys?" He growled. He was ready to sift and tear me apart from the sound of his voice.

"Excuse me. Why were you listening to my private conversation with my best friend? Has your mother forgotten to teach you the importance of the boundaries of privacy?" I felt my fangs protruding. I was pissed and couldn't control myself. I got thirsty when I got pissed. What didn't help much was that I hadn't fed on the local wildlife. That was just in case the scent of blood and a fresh hunt would offend his people. And right now he was the closest living thing nearby. His musky wooden scent was extremely enticing right now. 

He got closer. The close proximity made his scent swirl around the room. It was intoxicating.

"I'm your fiance and I just heard you talking about another man! I think I have a right to be pissed."  

"Says the man who obviously hasn't found his mate yet!"

"What makes you say that I haven't found my mate?"

"If you had, you would be as against this marriage as I am! What are you going to do when we're married and you find her? Aren't you just going to leave anyway so you can be with her? So please, tell me why I care about your useless opinion of me talking about guys with the only real friend I have!"

His face contorted again in pain. As if what I was saying was painful to hear.

"And will ya stop making that face like every word I say is painful! I don't get why you're acting like that!" I screamed again.

His eyes widened. Then he abruptly changed the subject.

"How old are you?"

"What?" I was dumbfounded. How could he ask that? More than that he changed the subject on me!

"How old are you?" he asked again.

"I'm 17!" I was pissed. As much as I enjoyed being near people, I wasn't used to people invading my space.

His face softened. He almost looked sad. He came closer. 

The scent! Goddess, it's too strong!

 He hugged me and I lost control. The sound of flesh breaking and blood pumping filled my ears. His blood tasted the same as he smelled. Woods, dirt, and musk. It was so divine. He was thrashing trying to get me off, but my body had latched on. I was starving and he was like the ambrosia of the Greek gods. I was lost in the taste of his blood that I didn't notice when Michelangelo had ripped me off of him and was holding me in leg and arm locks. I passed out after about 3 minutes, but I'd had my fill. My blood starvation sated for the time being and I was both satisfied and tired.

*** NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR***

Thank you for your patience! I finally finished the chapter! Hope this concludes it on a more full note. I've got a couple of other books I've started, they aren't quite as far along as this one but I hope to be a bit more active with my writing. I do have a day job, so that and my daughter take priority over everything else, so please be considerate! Also, I do encourage, heavily, honest but constructive criticism. If you like my work, let me know! If there's something you think I could improve upon, please be polite about it. Let me know one way or another. I don't have very many of you reading my books, so any advice would be useful. English is my only language, but I still use a grammar assistant. I don't have an editor and try to pride myself on readability, extensive description so you can see what I see, and most importantly good grammar. I do tend to forget to capitalize things or put apostrophes so if I let something slip, bring it to my attention politely. I cannot stress the importance of support especially for small-time writers and undiscovered talent like myself. Any support you give me or other authors like me is important as it lets us know where our readers stand and where we as writers stand in terms of ability.