Chapter 2 - The week from hell
Waking up was easier than it should have been for Alice. When she finally got in bed and checked her phone last night she saw a few missed texts from Christina saying she'd got home safe and asking where Alice had gone, ignoring them she showered and went to sleep but that was at about four in the morning. Checking her phone and seeing more texts and a missed call from a withheld number, it was only eight and she realised she was wide awake and had no hangover.
Getting her phone up she texted Christina a quick apology and told her she was fine and checked her emails. A booking had come in for a month from now. A request to perform at a wedding last minute, sending a quick email back with a list of her pricing, she shut her phone off getting up. Infuriatingly that damned citrusy scent still clung to the room around her but thankfully at least the room no longer smelt of sex. Throwing on a loose top and a pair of leggings she went to the bathroom and quickly went about her morning routine.
After a quick shower and wiping the steam from the bathroom mirror, Alice was slightly shocked. Other than the dark bruising on her neck that was a poor reminder of the previous night, her skin looked flawless, checking each angle she couldn't see a single blemish on her face. Prodding at her face it even felt slightly softer. Mumbling to herself
"HRT still has its miracles." Finishing up, Alice walked into the living room and stopped just before reaching the table. On the floor she saw most of the glass had been swept to one side but there was a bit of blood on the floor. Concerned she popped another text to Christina asking if she was okay and set about cleaning the living room, she was only slightly traumatized to see her underwear piled in the corner of the room.
It was late morning when Christina finally emerged from her room, in tow the large ginger Werewolf from the night before.
"Morning guys, how are ya feeling?" Christina sat at the table and folded her head in her arms, Mark didn't look much better but answered for the pair.
"Rough, I think they lace their drinks with jet fuel. I shouldn't be hungover like this." He sat at the table and Alice placed a glass of water in front of both of them, Mark chugging his and Christina not even raising her head. " How much did you end up drinking after you disappeared or did you come straight back home?" Turning back to the kettle to finish pouring her tea Alice responded.
"Not much, some guy convinced me to try the drinks on a different floor, we tried like a shot of each then danced. I feel fine though the cocktails were all lovely. Christina groaned with her head in her lap. "Didn't catch a word of that Chris." Pulling her head from the table with seemingly all the effort she had Christina repeated.
"I only had two, those cocktails are evil and should be consigned to the fiery pits of hell." Alice just shrugged sitting at the table.
"Who's the blood anyway?" Mark just lifted his foot and Alice could see the bright pink plaster on the heel, she cringed away from the sight.
"Sorry I think we knocked it off when I came in, I didn't even realise." Mark just shrugged.
"It'll be fine, quicker healing, perks of being a wolf." Christina managed to sit up at that and after taking a sip of the water in front of her and shuddering turned to Alice, either looking at her with suspicion or just squinting at the light.
"Anyway, what or who did you get up to last night missy? It's not everyday I have to move your bra off the dining table." Alice blushed which just caused Mark to laugh.
"I kinda met a guy, but I'm over it." Christina's eyes went wide.
"You met a guy at the club, who is he? What is he? Did you end up." Christina mock placed her hands over Marks ears before miming the word "fucking?" Alice's blush only deepened as she sipped her tea. Christina squealed, her energy seeming to come back to her with the news. Before she got a word in, Mark spoke.
"I'm gonna head out before you two start gossiping. Saturdays are for the pack." Alice rolled her eyes as he placed a kiss on his temple, nodding to Alice he made a quick exit.
"So are we gonna talk about that?" Alice asked, nodding to where the werewolf had sat. Christina just shook her head then closed her eyes in pain.
"No, we're not getting off topic. Who did you bring home?" Alice sighed.
"He was some guy I met at the bar. He talked to me about trying drinks upstairs in Lust. I think. He was, well, seemingly very sweet and we just sorta hit it off. I may have left with him when the club was closing..." Christina's eyes somehow got wider.
"Wait, pause. I have to ask, was he human?"
"Chris, you're being weird."
"Answer the question." Alice rolled her eyes but eventually answered.
"No he was a Demon." The laugh from her friend was followed by her tapping her feet excitedly against the floor.
"What kind? Oh my gods, you went to Lust. Alice please tell me you fucked an Incubus." Her pause gave it away and suddenly Christina was laughing even harder. "This is literally the best day of my life. How was it?" She shrugged in response.
"It was, I mean it was good but he kinda left right after." Christina laughing cut off looking more sympathetic she made her way round the table to sit next to Alice.
"Aww babe I mean, not to be rude but he's like a literal sex Demon. I don't know if I'd expect spooning after you know?" Alice just shook her head.
"I don't mean like that, like literally as soon as we finished he looked. I don't know, panicked? He held his head to my chest and then looked like I'd shot someone before storming out. It was just really weird." Leaning out of Christina's embrace she continued. "I kinda just want to forget about it honestly, I was wrong about him but I can just enjoy the night up to that point I guess." Alice finished with a shrug before asking about Christina's night. Christina went into great detail about how rowdy the Werewolves got before getting thrown out, leading to them going to a pack bar and her and Mark hooking up. It didn't take long for Alice to regret asking.
