watched
him load his weapon. He was dressed in solid black. Velcro, Kevlar, and Gortex
were wrapped around every inch of his gorgeous form. His long silky hair was
pulled back and tied securely to the base of his neck; its length folded and
tucked away for the first time in weeks.
I smiled as he continued to criticize my plan. I
watched his masculine form and felt a pang of sadness. Lucian wore an almost
identical outfit the last time I found myself storming the castle, so to
speak . At that time, he and I had suited up in order to save my best friend
Ann from, oddly enough, Seth . Lucian had been so incredibly handsome
then, so noble and unselfish as he rushed into danger by my side.
God, I missed my friend.
I felt tears spring into my eyes and I quickly wiped
them from my cheeks. Standing, I sniffed and moved away from the table as Seth
continued to insult my intelligence and throw doubt into every facet of my
plan.
“You know,” I interrupted his tirade, “you really are
a big fat hypocrite.” I turned, folding my arms. I stared down at him.
He threw his head up and glared. “ What ?”
“ I’m not a child, stop underestimating me, stop
treating me like a dumb-ass, I’m really old and stuffy so I already know
everything and blah, blah, blah . This is what I’ve had to put up with.” I
snapped. “But the second I show a little independent thinking and try to do
something alone, I’m not prepared, I’m just a wimpy girl . So, yeah, hypocrite! ”
Seth stood, his chest puffing up, no doubt ready to
roar.
I threw my hand up to silence him. “Forget it! We’re
going forward with this plan, Seth. Now, I’m going to get ready.” I turned on
my heel and stomped from the room.
“And I do not believe I have ever used the
words dumb-ass , in my entire existence!” I heard him shout as I walked
away. I laughed and shut my bedroom door.
****
Red, it
was the color of power, lust, and fire. I looked at the dress again. It hit
just above my knees, making me fell sexy but not slutty. I turned to examine
the back. It plunged so low that it had me doing a double take to make sure I
wasn’t exposing anything that would embarrass me later. I re-thought the slutty
part of my assessment and smiled.
My glamour was the real weapon tonight. I had
altered it so that only pure humans would see me as a normal woman. Anyone with
even an ounce of power would see right past it. Well, with the exception of one
thing. My pheromones were tucked safely away. It was an easy thing to achieve,
because all this time I was so focused on hiding my entire appearance, it had
never occurred to me that I could reveal my true self while hiding select bits
and pieces. I wanted the wolves, along with any other creatures in Patrick’s
employ to see what a real Madea was and what one could do. No more hiding just
for hiding's sake.
I was done and Seth was right. I was all but asking
to be a victim. I was a fool for thinking that I could secret myself away and
live peacefully. I was the biggest kid on the playground, magically speaking,
so everyone wanted a piece of me just to prove that they were bigger and
badder. Well this kid was taking off the gloves and throwing down.
I slid my feet into a pair of nude, platform
stilettos and strode to the door of my bedroom. I knew my makeup was flawless
and I could feel the metallic locks of my hair brush along my shoulders and
neck in its strange and unnatural dance. I shook it out and for the first time
I felt my beauty radiating from my skin. I felt amazing, I felt powerful, and
finally, I felt like myself.
A true Madea.
Seth was fastening a row of silver throwing knives
onto his bicep when I entered the kitchen. The knives fell to the floor with a
clatter.
Pleased, I approached him.
His eyes and teeth vamped out instantly as he stared
at me. A low growl rose from deep in his throat.
I felt a tingle race along my skin. The danger he
kept leashed just under the surface always thrilled me
him load his weapon. He was dressed in solid black. Velcro, Kevlar, and Gortex
were wrapped around every inch of his gorgeous form. His long silky hair was
pulled back and tied securely to the base of his neck; its length folded and
tucked away for the first time in weeks.
I smiled as he continued to criticize my plan. I
watched his masculine form and felt a pang of sadness. Lucian wore an almost
identical outfit the last time I found myself storming the castle, so to
speak . At that time, he and I had suited up in order to save my best friend
Ann from, oddly enough, Seth . Lucian had been so incredibly handsome
then, so noble and unselfish as he rushed into danger by my side.
God, I missed my friend.
I felt tears spring into my eyes and I quickly wiped
them from my cheeks. Standing, I sniffed and moved away from the table as Seth
continued to insult my intelligence and throw doubt into every facet of my
plan.
“You know,” I interrupted his tirade, “you really are
a big fat hypocrite.” I turned, folding my arms. I stared down at him.
He threw his head up and glared. “ What ?”
“ I’m not a child, stop underestimating me, stop
treating me like a dumb-ass, I’m really old and stuffy so I already know
everything and blah, blah, blah . This is what I’ve had to put up with.” I
snapped. “But the second I show a little independent thinking and try to do
something alone, I’m not prepared, I’m just a wimpy girl . So, yeah, hypocrite! ”
Seth stood, his chest puffing up, no doubt ready to
roar.
I threw my hand up to silence him. “Forget it! We’re
going forward with this plan, Seth. Now, I’m going to get ready.” I turned on
my heel and stomped from the room.
“And I do not believe I have ever used the
words dumb-ass , in my entire existence!” I heard him shout as I walked
away. I laughed and shut my bedroom door.
****
Red, it
was the color of power, lust, and fire. I looked at the dress again. It hit
just above my knees, making me fell sexy but not slutty. I turned to examine
the back. It plunged so low that it had me doing a double take to make sure I
wasn’t exposing anything that would embarrass me later. I re-thought the slutty
part of my assessment and smiled.
My glamour was the real weapon tonight. I had
altered it so that only pure humans would see me as a normal woman. Anyone with
even an ounce of power would see right past it. Well, with the exception of one
thing. My pheromones were tucked safely away. It was an easy thing to achieve,
because all this time I was so focused on hiding my entire appearance, it had
never occurred to me that I could reveal my true self while hiding select bits
and pieces. I wanted the wolves, along with any other creatures in Patrick’s
employ to see what a real Madea was and what one could do. No more hiding just
for hiding's sake.
I was done and Seth was right. I was all but asking
to be a victim. I was a fool for thinking that I could secret myself away and
live peacefully. I was the biggest kid on the playground, magically speaking,
so everyone wanted a piece of me just to prove that they were bigger and
badder. Well this kid was taking off the gloves and throwing down.
I slid my feet into a pair of nude, platform
stilettos and strode to the door of my bedroom. I knew my makeup was flawless
and I could feel the metallic locks of my hair brush along my shoulders and
neck in its strange and unnatural dance. I shook it out and for the first time
I felt my beauty radiating from my skin. I felt amazing, I felt powerful, and
finally, I felt like myself.
A true Madea.
Seth was fastening a row of silver throwing knives
onto his bicep when I entered the kitchen. The knives fell to the floor with a
clatter.
Pleased, I approached him.
His eyes and teeth vamped out instantly as he stared
at me. A low growl rose from deep in his throat.
I felt a tingle race along my skin. The danger he
kept leashed just under the surface always thrilled me
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