Chapter 04.

POV; Margo Houding.

A week away in Destin had strangely brought Marcella and me closer. Of course wherever Marcella went, drama followed, along with her two twin fledglings and our time away hadn’t been anything different when it came to drama. Marcella Mayfair was the biggest brat I’d come across in my many immortal years of being on earth, with tantrums bad enough to literally bring in storm clouds. She was a talented woman; I had no doubts in my mind of knowing that. In her first real tantrum before my eyes she’d managed to call on blocked spirits and torment her twins’ minds with their unwanted and very much unneeded presence. But as bratty as she was, as much as she’d been through enough other bodies that I’d ever be able to recall, I’d fallen for her. At first of course it was a shallow way of falling for someone; porcelain skin, green eyes as bright as the ocean and her red hair that even the wildest of wildfires put to shame. Her legs were never ending, her waist tight and tiny, she had the perfect figure for any female to envy. The skills shed learned through her own time of bringing others pleasure from her hands that had helped. But the longer I spent fighting with this woman, bickering and running to and from more times than a yoyo, in the end I’d fallen for her soul. Behind her looks, underneath her always impeccable style and beneath that flawless skin, my very own redhead had a heart of gold. You just had to spend the time to dig deep enough to find it.
   We’d unpacked the car quickly; Marcella and I getting into what I now called a daily debate when she’d tried to leave her bag behind for her precious male twin Kazmir to carry inside. “Marcella, you have arms. You have hands.”
She gave me her typical eye roll before her painted lips pouted forward. “But we both know my hands and arms can be used for much better things.” She was whining at me. Childish.
I shook my head gently, turning on my heels away from her with my bag at my front in both my hands. “Marcella. Get your bag.” I glanced back over my shoulder, first to Kazmir who was standing looking as if he were stuck in limbo of what he was supposed to be doing, before looking back to Marcella. “Kazmir, take your things inside. Miss Marcella can see to herself.”
I couldn’t help my smirk pulling over my face when Marcella’s groan reached my ears and Kazmir moved ahead of me with his own bag flung back over his left shoulder.
   Kazmir’s twin sister Zuzana was nowhere to be seen as I followed him inside the doors of Trinity Gate, but my precious little Evie stood and waited for her ‘partner’ with her hands together and eyes as wide as saucers. It was always adorable to see them together, to see her face when he’d walk into a room, to watch as he’d drop anything in hands in the moment just to hold her. Just as they did now; Evie holding her hands together at her chest, clapping them together softly as Kazmir set his bag down before she slid into his arms and he held her, so gently, as if she were the thinnest piece of glass of earth. How sweet it was to see them such a way when they’d been parted less than ten minutes in total. Young love… It wasn’t them, it made me sick.

 

   I left them alone, the two young lovebirds as I headed up the stairs to the room I was sharing with Marcella. Trinity Gate wasn’t home to me and if I were being completely honest, it never would. There were too many people residing here, too many vampires with their own lives and own drama going on behind each closed door to their sanctuary. A coven life had never been anything I’d been interested in. I was what people called a ‘nomadic’ vampire, constantly travelling from place to place on my own, but I did, rarely, settle for a short time. I had in my past and I was trying to settle now, but still the flitting feeling inside my stomach was always pleasant. My time was running thin in Trinity Gate. I still had a world to see.
  Marcella pulled my from my thoughts, huffing and puffing as dramatically as she could, hauling her extra-large duffel bag along at her feet. “How long were we gone?”
I laughed to myself, dropping my eyes down to the clothing I had in my hands, folding it against my legs. “Seven days, Marcella. And you packed for twenty-one.”
“A woman can never have enough outfits for any and all occasions, blondie!” Now I did laugh. Out loud. And she continued to get the upper hand on me in this conversation. That seemed to be our thing. “Besides, we both know it’s not all clothes I have packed away in here.”
Oh, but of course. My darling Marcella, literally packing for ‘all occasions’. I gave her no response as I finished folding what I realised were jeans in my hands, my body shifting against the bed as pressure was pressed against the mattress behind me. Two hands slithered over my shoulders and down my chest, a long, thick mass of red hair falling against my bare left arm before a set of lips that felt softer than silk pressed to the side of my neck.
“You know I pack enough for the both of us on those trips.”
I turned my head to her, my blue eyes finding her lips first as she’d pulled back, before flicking up again to those green eyes. “Oh, is that so?” A smile that I rarely wore crossed my face. “And yet not once, Marcella, did you use a single things from that bag that you bought along for ‘us’.”
“Hmmmm...” She pressed her lips to mine, landing me a prolonged peck, her lips curling to a smile before she pulled back once again. “But we both know that I could right now.”
I turned my head back to the jeans in my lap. “We have to unpack. I’m sure everyone will be returning soon from the Aveyard’s new home.”
Like the child I knew she was, Marcella huffed at me, tsking as she slid herself back from the bed to stand. “Spoiled sport.”