Author's Note: My apologies for how long it's taken for me to put out part 2! It was written for about a week now, but I had to make some important changes. As a thank you for all of your patience, I've lengthened this chapter significantly. There's more sex, less sadistic violence, and more drama! Please enjoy.
Much to my dismay, Jemma did not move out. She wasn't strong enough to make me turn her into a vampire, as that was something completely against my will. She still cooked, she still slept in my bed and snuggled with me, she was still relatively the same old Jemma that I had initially gotten to know. It wasn't unpleasant having her around. However, what disturbed me, and what I was quick to realize is that while her marks and her magic were powerful, her will was not even a close match to my own. That said if she requested something from me, and I obeyed, some part of me already desired to do it. I may have been a Vampire, but I wasn't immune to the charms of cohabitation. Coming into a large empty home each day was sometimes a very lonely experience. Jemma did still go to school, so that wasn't some sort of elaborate lie. However, I did notice something important, she never took any important phone calls or spoke to family. Jemma had only one friend, Shay. I'd listen to their conversations sometimes. It was clear that Shay knew about me, to a much greater extent than I would have liked.
It took me less than a week to confront her on the subject, and I did so in a manner that shocked her. She sat in the kitchen, in one of my oversized t-shirts, her legs crossed. I almost got distracted from my task as I took a second to appreciate her figure. Refocusing, I snatched her phone from her, immediately bringing it to my ear. She tried to protest, but I covered her mouth. I'd caught Shay in the middle of saying something and managed to catch the end of it.
"...dangerous Jemma! You're way in over your fucking head. You can just come stay with me, please. I don't like this, at all."
I chuckled, and her friend immediately knew that wasn't the sound of Jemma.
Shay sounded terrified, "Kaelin?"
"Why don't you come for a visit, Shay? Jemma will cook something fabulous. I promise I won't hurt you, but we should talk."
"No."
I furrowed my brows, not used to such immediate rejection.
I took my hand off of Jemma's mouth and glared at her before putting the phone on speaker.
"Jemma wants you to come over, though."
Jemma sighed. "Shay, she really isn't going to hurt you. Please come over before she breaks my phone. She'll literally break every single phone I ever own or try to buy until she meets you."
"That's psychotic!" Shay proclaimed.
I laughed. "It gets results though," this was one of few times I appreciated Jemma's infiltration of my thoughts.
"Fine. I'm on my way," Shay hung up.
The silence was not long lasting as Jemma snatched her phone away from me, rolling her eyes for dramatic effect.
"What the hell was that about?" She demanded.
"Well, I like to keep track of everyone that knows I'm not fucking human," I scowled at her.
"So far that's two people, one is in my basement, and you are currently my rather annoying roommate, so the chances don't bode well for dear Shay," I continued.
She batted her lashes at me, taking a delicate hold of my hand. "Is that all we are, darling, annoying roommates?"
She ignored my subtle empty threat, and I ignored her teasing. Truly, I was just curious about who this Shay was, and why Jemma was so trusting of her. Was she also a Witch? Hopefully Shay wasn't another mind reader.
"Shay is not any of the things you're thinking, I'd think she's an ordinary human, except I can't read her mind. Honestly, I doubt your charms would work on her either. I think that's the reason we're such great friends, she's the only person I can't tell is full of shit 24/7."
"I don't give a fuck about your friendship."
Jemma grinned. "See? You're full of shit just like everyone else. That's why we can't be friends."
"You wound me," I replied, monotonous, before leaving the kitchen.
"But we could be lovers!" She shouted after me, earning a chuckle. I wondered how far I had to be from her before she could no longer hear my thoughts.
"Further than that!" She shouted again, and then I was all the way up the stairs, in my bed, trying to do anything but think.
**
Shay took a couple of hours to arrive. Not exactly my idea of the meaning of "on my way," but it worked fine.
Jemma brought Shay up to the living room when she arrived. I wasn't happy about it.
"I never said she could come up here," I glared at Jemma, displeased with her actions.
I turned my attention to Shay, who was quietly taking me in, as well as her surroundings.
"Kaelin, this makes no sense. You" She took a pause, "Oh..."
She grinned. "I didn't know I was so special."
There wasn't anything to hide about my floor of the house. However, it was my special place, it was my place to be alone, I hadn't even brought any of my flings or one nighters to my floor. Instead, I'd opt for the first floor, it was easily the floor that was closest to seeming lived in, despite my very rare use of it. Allowing Jemma to stay on my floor with me was indeed a huge deal, and she didn't only stay in my bed, she'd also had free reign of my living room, and she'd created a library in it.
"Let's go downstairs Shay. We should let Kaelin regather her fragile ego so that she can come down feeling terrifying."
Shay did not laugh at Jemma's joke. I was no mind reader, but I had a good sense for auras. Shay wasn't buying Jemma's nonchalant behavior around me, she still felt I was indeed very dangerous. Even if I may have had a soft spot for her friend.
"Jemma. My ego is very well earned, and you can call it fragile if you'd like, but it's well protected," I followed them down to the first floor.
Finally, I was able to truly observe Shay. She was beautiful, sporting smooth ebony skin, dark hair, and dark eyes. She had a well maintained tight curly mane of hair that reminded me of a lion. Her body was toned, clearly one she'd worked hard for, and while she had very small breasts, I could only anticipate by the swell of her hips that she also had a nice ass.
I got to her lips when she opened her mouth for the first time to speak to me since entering my home. "I do not consent to be your snack."
I frowned. "I didn't invite you here to feed on you."
"I'd never allow it," Jemma added matter of factly as she faced her friend. But I was not having any of that.
"Jemma. Stop trying to fucking run shit in my home."
"Isn't she adorable when she's upset?" The mischievous witch asked her friend, who looked away. Shay refused to get into the dispute between Jemma and I.
I wasn't laughing. I took a deep breath before I spoke, not wanting to embarrass myself, for some reason I cared about Shay's approval
"Jemma. Give Shay and I some privacy please."
"No," both women said simultaneously. I was about ready to clock their heads into each other, feed from them, then drop them off in some public place when no one was around. I clenched my fists, trying to control my anger.
"Fine. Shay, I invited you over because I wanted you to look at me, I wanted Jemma to be here and recognize just how serious I am when I say if you tell someone about me I will not just kill you, I'll make sure you wished you'd never even lived, and now, I am going to give you both an hour to make yourself scarce. Jemma- don't even look at the first floor tonight. You can still sleep on the fourth floor, or the third floor, but that's all.
Shay shook a bit; I was pleased she feared me.
"I won't tell anyone."
"Your heart thanks you," I said as I ascended my stairs and picked out an outfit for the night, I wore a black crop top, black buddha pants, and to keep it all together, I threw on black canvas shoes. I was sexy in a "I party right after doing Yoga," sort of way. That night, I intended to not only dance, but fuck away my frustrations. However, it didn't go quite according to plan.
I continued to see Jemma throughout the first club I'd started at. She'd beckon to me, but when I looked away for even the slightest second, she disappeared. I decided to switch clubs, but the problem followed me. Finally, after a couple of hours of drinking and being completely thrown off my game, I locked eyes with Jemma as she beckoned me closer. I walked toward her, and as I stared, I realized this was not Jemma in the flesh, but a strong astral projection. I swerved, angry that she'd been playing games with me only to find her apparition in front of me, grinning like the cat that ate the canary. I rolled my eyes and moved past her, but she followed, I could feel it. Since she knew the gig was up, why not harass me further by just not leaving me alone? It was hard for me to fathom the nerve of that girl. Before disappearing she finally whispered.
"Just come home," and so I did. I cursed my marks all along the way as well, as I hailed a taxi, alone despite not having planned to be. I cursed at myself for wanting to see her. However, when I got there, I was surprised to see she was definitely dressed for the club as well, she wore a red romper that so clearly had nothing between it and her skin it was nearly pornographic. She sported big gold hoops, and a pair of lucite heels with what looked like a fresh pedicure, her rings, and necklace, also gold were perfect against her warm skin.
"How did you find the time to harass me and get dressed like that? And how did you afford that jewelry?"
"Talent," she smiled, as though that answered both of my questions. "Take me out. I was lonely here. I missed you."'
"You could've just texted if you wanted to join me," I glared, but I couldn't stay angry for longer than a second looking at her in that outfit that I so badly wanted to rip off.
