The Rock's of Beauty, Meghan Escott [find a book to read .txt] 📗

Sam pushed me against the wall and leaned into me, making sure I couldn’t pull away until he let me.
I sucked as much as I wanted then released Sam and licked his neck casually. My friends were looking at me in curiosity now and some of them had raised their eyebrows at me. Sam moved so his neck was in my mouth and forced me to suck more. I tried to suppress a moan but I couldn’t and I felt Sam smile against my neck and pulled away. I licked his neck again and healed the bite I had made. Sam pulled me into a hug and smiled at me.
As soon as he released me from his arms I stepped away from him and pointed towards the door. “Can I go now?” I said to him coldly. Sam stepped away from me and leant against the wall, his face in complete shock. I raised my eyebrows at him and then looked at all of my friends. All of their faces were shocked too.
“But....I thought. What?” Sam stuttered out.
“Can I go now I’ve drunk your blood?” I asked again, jabbing a finger at the door.
Sam nodded once, so I opened the door behind me and walked up the stairs into my bedroom so I could through myself on the bed and cry myself to sleep for a couple hours.
I did that but before I could fall asleep, Sam came in and locked the door behind him. He came and sat on my bed next to my face and stroked my cheek. I would have tried to slap it out of the way but I was miserable and tired. “Are you al right baby?” Sam asked me, never letting his eyes leaves mine.
“I’m just tired, miserable, pissed off, energetic and sad all in one. It’s really hard being an emotional overload. Why couldn’t you just let me be and let me come to you in my own time for blood and support? I was doing okay until today when you took me down those stupid stairs. Why didn’t you see it coming? You’re supposed to have visions, so why didn’t you see something as big as that happening? I thought disasters involving me were your speciality.” I asked him all the questions I had been dying to ask him but just didn’t want to talk or find out the answers. I had a suspicion but I wanted Sam to say no, that it wasn’t my fault.
“I did see it. The day I had the vision in your bedroom and you read my mind and gave me blood. It made me forget what I had seen. That’s why I didn’t know.” Sam said, confirming my suspicion. I looked at him with my vision blurred and brushed a tear away from my face. Sam took my hands but I pulled them away from him.
“I knew it. It’s all my fault that the school collapsed on top of us and all of those people died and Joshua. If I hadn’t of looked into your head that night, we could got everyone out and everyone would have been fine and alive. Or we could have prevented it in the first place and then we wouldn’t be here now. I could have done something, anything and then Joshua would still be alive and with me instead of having a last memory of him impaled with a chunk of wood into me.” I realised I was shouting and I hoped that my friends downstairs didn’t hear my last memory of Joshua. I hadn’t told anyone about that and I hadn’t let them read the paper that was now on my bed, waiting to be read.
Sam grabbed my hands again but I pulled them out of his grasp again and concentrated. I clicked my fingers and Sam went zooming out of the room looking bewildered. I created an invisible barrier between him and me and aimed it at the door – wide open – so he could see me but not be with me. I also created a ring of fire around him so he couldn’t escape unless I removed it. He looked at me sadly and shouted in to me.
“Lucy, don’t be stupid. You really think that you’re going to get over your grief by blocking everyone out? How do you expect to survive; you have no blood and your air is limited and when you come as close to death as you can be without dying, your magic will wear off and I will save you whether you want to be saved or not.” He shouted to me but I ignored him and sat on the floor with my eyes closed.
I heard footsteps on the stairs and then coming to an abrupt stop. I saw Sophie first and she raised her hand up to the barrier and smiled when her hand went straight through it. I gaped at her but waved her in.
She walked in with Sam staring at her in awe and in confusion. I read his mind and I found that Sam was giving instructions to Sophie through her mind.
Tell her that it wasn’t her fault. She’s got nothing to be sorry for. Tell her that I’m sorry I snapped at her and tell her not to do anything stupid like she normally would. And.... And tell her I love her.
“You don’t need to say it Sophie. I can still read minds. Just because I’m kind of crazy doesn’t mean I can’t do magic or anything else I’m meant to be able to do. Get that into your head Sam because I want you to talk to me if you have something to say not make Sophie or any of my other friends for that matter tell me what you want to say to me.” I said through the barrier, placing my hand on it. Sam placed his hand next to mine after kissing his fingertips. I ignored him and closed my eyes again.
Heat burst out around me so suddenly that Sam took his hand away from the barrier and shook his hand like I had burnt it. Sophie came up behind me and touched my arms but withdrew her hand quickly and shook it like Sam. They both looked at each other in bewilderment and then looked at me but they were too late to stop me.
Fire burst out of my hands and feet and engulfed me. I accepted the heat and transported myself from the room.
Chapter Two

I felt the magical barrier disappear as I transported out of the room and onto the wreckage of my room at the school. I tested the floor again even though I had been coming here every day since he had drawn me here.
Each step could be fatal as I could fall through the floor so I tested each step vigorously until I saw him sat amongst the rubble. I instantly smiled and slowly went over to him. He smiled too as I got to him and he took my hands and pulled me down next to him.
“Are you hungry Lucy?” Eric asked me in his deep and sexy voice.
“Of course I’m hungry Eric.” I responded and I licked my lips at the thought of blood.
He got out his knife and slowly raised it up to his neck where he let it slide along and cut him. His blood dripping down his neck and into his shirt.
“Drink.” Eric said, his voice low and husky and sexy.
“They put a little camera in my room a while ago. They’ll know that I’ve been coming here and they won’t like it. They won’t like you either Eric.” I said, ignoring my blood lust that was pumping through my body. The more I resisted it, the more it hurt me.
“Give in to it Lucy. Drink.” Eric’s voice was even lower and sexier than usually and I finally gave into my blood lust and leaned into Eric and drunk from him.
An image of Sam locked in my basement flashed through my mind. He was crying steadily and his eyes were shining blood red and I knew that my blood lust was being passed onto him.
I pushed the image out of my head and concentrated on drinking Eric’s blood and the pleasure of having his blood in my system.
I started to feel someone of mine approaching but I pushed that out of my mind too and concentrated again on Eric’s blood.
Minutes later, Eric was moaning at the pleasure of me sucking his neck and his blood and I thought of me just being there, pressed up against him.
Someone landed on the edge of the floor of my room and slowly made her way over to me and Eric. She tapped my shoulder and I looked into the eyes of Jasmina and snarled. I saw the fear in her eyes and the reflection of my blood red eyes. I looked down and away from her and Eric, ashamed of myself.
Jasmina sensed her opportunity and she started to drag Eric away from me, completely misreading the situation. I continued to look down and listened in to them talking.
“VP?” She asked him.
“Yes. Open and proud. Unlike your friend over there.” He said back in a deep voice.
“How did she find you? And are you the one she’s been disappearing to come and see?” she asked him angrily.
“She didn’t find me, I found her and I knew she needed help and I knew I could give it to her unlike her ‘fiancé’ and ‘friends’.” He used air quotes around fiancé and friends and made them sound sarcastic.
“How do you think her fiancé is feeling now? When she was drinking from you, he couldn’t even hold his own child without wanting to bite him from the blood lust she was giving off. What kind of help anyway and why up here?”
“She likes it up here and I’m helping her talk about Joshua and her life and what happened. All you lot have been doing is the opposite. She had some serious blood lust in her and she tried so hard to make it right but she can’t and whenever she even thinks of Joshua, she needed to start crying but she’s started speaking now and drinking blood has she not? So I think I’m doing my job very well.” He said smugly.
She walked away from him and back to me and my eyes were turning back to the deep and pure green that Jasmina expected. I smiled in relief but she just looked at me in shock. “What are you doing here? I didn’t tell anyone where I was going. Is Eric okay?” I asked her switching the view from her eyes to her neck and I felt my eyes turning red again.
“Jane figured it out and you might want to go back now because Sam was locked in the basement where your aunt tortured you because of your blood lust See you when I get home and don’t worry. I’ll