Chapter 3 A fling with a strange

"Wait!" Her voice chimed like a command which made Adrien hold back with reticence. "I have to go... Um, They will be angry if I keep them waiting." She mumbled to herself.

He learned she was muttering something underneath but he hardly listened to everything she uttered.

Just like that, he took a deep breath to control himself. He raised his left brow and wrinkled his forehead.

"You ain't drunk, are you? What should I do to you? Um, let me think."

His fangs were not visible anymore. She skimmed her hair back and then glanced up to meet his contentious gaze. He was a bit taller than her, she tiptoed and then leaned over. Adrien paced backward briskly, wondering what she intended to do.

"Mhm... Oh." She moaned feebly. She flipped her long hair back and then moved closer till her hand fell on his chest. She tiptoed and leaned over till their lips met. Since she wasn't in her right mind, she couldn't think straight. Adrien pulled her away from getting closer as he widened in shock.

He was irate that she had the guts to touch him, not only that she even kissed him. He'd have pushed her away but he refrained himself, if he did that she'd get hurt.

"What the heck was that!" He demanded with a look of horror. "Yeah I know I'm handsome, you can drool all you want but I despise it when people touch me. Do you even know who I am?"

"Who are you? Oh, ah... My head is spinning." She put a hand on her forehead dramatically, about to fall. Adrien grabbed her before she could. Cleopatra abruptly grabbed his hands on his waist and then looked at him sharply. "Gotcha! You can't run away from me." She said, laughing sarcastically.

"It seems like you're drunk," Adrien said. He let go of her, ready to leave.

"Hey! You jerkface. Are you going to leave me here?" She hollered as she cried out.

Adrien, who was already at the doorway, sighed frustratedly. He held the door handle, just about to twist it aside and she spoke again.

"You jerkface! I'm talking to you." She yelled.

"How much can you pay for the damage?" He uttered grimly then walked back to her. He grabbed her by the arm. "How about I give you what you want then you feed me." He whispered against her lips, holding her hands up in the air. She blinked rapidly, her heart throbbed like it was about to burst in her chest.

"Uhmm..." She swallowed hard.

He put his hand around her waist to pull her close, his other hand was wrapped around her neck. He cocked his head aside and leaned in till his lips met hers, sending a shiver down her body. When he kissed her, Cleopatra didn't hesitate to hold back. She reciprocated immediately, she tiptoed and wrapped her hands around his neck to pull him closer like she wasn't getting enough of him.

BRENDA

I boarded a cab home, it was ten o'clock by the time I arrived. I wasn't surprised when I saw Dad in the living room. I checked his body to see he was wearing his pajamas. I knew he was ready to retire to bed but waiting for us to return. I earned my way toward the stairs and spurned his presence as I kept walking.

"Why are you alone? Where is Cleo?"

I halted on the staircase, then whirled to look at him. I walked up to him and shook my head.

"Mum, Dad." I went over to join Mum on the sofa.

"Did she tell you she won't be coming home tonight?" Dad asked, wandering around the living room. I sat on the sofa watching him without saying anything.

"How do you expect me to know? She's an adult. However, she's old enough to make decisions on her own." Mum said.

"Cleo would never stay out this late. It's late and our daughter is not yet back. How can you be this calm, Alma?" Dad snapped.

"I beg your pardon! Do you think I'm still awake because of her? Hell no, it's because I couldn't sleep. Our daughter is back and you don't expect me to have a heart attack because of that useless girl. She can go to hell if she likes." She retorted.

"I don't have anything to say to you. Brenda, did you know where your sister is?"

"Yes, she told me she'll be spending the day with Lisa. So I guess she's going to sleep over as well. Don't worry, dad. She's old enough to take care of herself. She's going to return early tomorrow." I said, trying to convince him to calm down.

"Why didn't you tell me that before? I was totally scared that she might be in trouble. And why did she not pick up her calls?" He asked.

"She might have silenced it while studying... I think."

He had a long sigh and then nodded.

"That's right. I should go to bed. It's already late." He was the first person to climb the stairs.

"I don't know how to deal with this anymore. How could he? My gosh, that little devil... I should have known she had nothing good to offer. Ever since I had you she has been so envious of you, always competing with you. She'll be acting innocent but deep down she's a witch in disguise. How am I sure she didn't bewitch your father? Why would he ignore his daughter and focus on an adopted child."

"That's not a right mother. Dad is worried about her so you should. She was once your beloved daughter." I shrugged my shoulders.

She wasn't expecting I would say that, so she lifted a brow and threw me a grimace.

"Did you say that to me?"

"I'm sorry but that's the truth. I'm sleepy. I should be in my room now." I only said that to excuse myself. If I didn't do that she might keep me awake all night with her complaints about how Dad has been treating Cleopatra differently. I'm not ready for that tonight.

"Brenda?" she called out.

"Goodnight mum. I love you so much." I kissed her cheeks and then walked away.

I shut the door behind me. I ambled toward the bed and then slumped onto it. "I wonder how she's going to escape the trap this time," I mumbled while staring at the ceilings. Justin hasn't called me. Perhaps he might be having fun with her, I shouldn't disturb them; I concluded.

*

MELISA

I searched everywhere, including the restrooms but I still couldn't find Cleopatra. I headed back to Dailey who was checking out the poll side including under the tables.

"There's no way she'll be hiding under that thing. She's not a pet." I said.

"I need to be sure. Where is Karl?" She dusted her hands and walked over.

"He went to check outside. It's one o'clock already and we can't leave without her."

"Perhaps she finally decides to get laid, don't you think?" I threw her a grimace.

"That's the last thing on her mind. She's a complicated woman, you know. Cleopatra wouldn't just have a fling with a random guy she just met. She's the kind of lady that won't fall into your open arms."

"Oh, that's true. But let's be honest, she didn't pick up our calls."

"She must have gotten drunk and left her phone somewhere." I protested.

"Hey, babe, what's up? Have you seen Cleopatra?" I glimpsed at Justin who was standing in front of me. I rolled my eyes. "She told me she was going to use the restroom a few hours ago."

"You said what? She was with you?" Dailey looked at him suspiciously.

"Yes, she was. Although I even waited for her since her sister told me to keep her company."

"Her company? What the heck was that? What did you do to her?" I asked.

"Hey guys, did you find her?" Karl asked as he walked up to us.

With a shake of my head, I pointed at Justin. "He said they were together a while ago," I said.

"Where is Cleopatra?" Karl clenched his fist furiously. We all know who Justin is, he's a dangerous guy. We can't assure ourselves that he hasn't done anything terrible to her.

"Hey bro, I didn't do anything to her. She was drunk so I took her to the restroom..."

"And...?" I interrupted impatiently.

"I need to make you speak. Why would you get her drunk, you maniac!" Karl landed a punch on his pretty face and he ended up with his back on the table. A grin shrouded my lips.

"What do you have me do? How can I resist such beauty? But I swear I didn't do anything to her."

"I don't believe you." I pushed him out of the way. " We have to check everywhere. He must have hidden her somewhere around." We dispersed. I headed to the restroom but she wasn't in.

"Cleo, please be OK," I mumbled. I should have kept an eye on her. I hope those bloodsuckers wouldn't have done anything bad to her. My foot stepped on something. I squatted down to check what it was. It was a pink ribbon.

Just about to walk away, I remembered it was the same ribbon Dailey gave her. "Cleo?" I picked it up. It was in the front of the VIP room. "Could she? Of course not. She won't be able to get in there without an invite." However, there weren't any securities around. Just about to walk away I noticed the door was slightly opened. I handled the doorknob silently. I peeked in, it was a large room with a comfortable sofa bed.

"Cleo." I hope I won't get into trouble myself. Just how silent the lodge was, I was a bit nervous as I walked in. "Anyone in?"

I saw a figure sleeping on the bed. I rushed over when I noticed it was Cleopatra. "Cleopatra, oh my goodness. What the hell is wrong with you? I can't believe you got drunk and ended up here. Serves you right, you should have been more careful with drinks." I said as I sat beside her. She has blood on her neck. "Blood!" I touched her neck.

"Oh my... It hurts." She uttered feebly. When I touched her neck. I noticed it was just a bloodstain on her. I heaved a sigh of relief. I frowned and hit her gently on her thigh.

There were some bucks next to her. Where the heck did she get this huge money from? I wondered. "Cleo, you get the hell up or I smack your butt. You cannot drink along with your senses. It's late."

She groaned silently as she slowly sat up. She fluttered her eyes. I hit her forehead lightly.

She wrinkled her face to a certain pain I couldn't put a word to. "Mhm... It hurts." She groaned silently.

"I can't believe you slept off and here you are. We've been looking for you." She rubbed the heel of her hand against her eyes as she glanced around the room vaguely.

"Where the hell am I doing here?" She asked perplexingly.

"You finally show some reaction. I don't know how you end up here. But let's go. Much as I know, you owe us an explanation."

"And Brenda, has she left?"

"We are going to talk about her later. Let's go." She nodded. As she attempted to rise, she groaned in pain and then slumped back to the bed. There was little bloodstain between her thighs. "What's wrong?" I enquired worriedly.

She wrinkled her face as if she was in pain. "I feel discomfort right now, underneath, like...like, wait," She widened her eyes and moved a hand to her thighs. Her hand was stained with a little blood. She gasped at the sight and looked at my face sharply. "Lisa, was I raped?"

I blinked my eyes several times before bursting into delighted laughter. How am I supposed to answer that?

"Was that a rhetorical question I'm supposed to answer? I don't know how you end up here but no one will rape you and leave you some..." I couldn't complete the sentence when everything became clear to me. "My goodness! Cleo, did you get laid?"

Her eyes welled up with tears.

"What?"

"Have you seduced someone?"

"What the hell are you asking me? Why would I do that? How am I supposed to know? I wasn't in my right mind even if I did that. Can't he stop me?"

"Who?" She ignored me.

"I'm doomed. Lisa, this is driving me crazy."

"Happy no more a virgin girlfriend. It's nothing to worry about since he didn't kill you or hurt you, I guess you're safe."

"What?"

"You had a blood stain on your neck. Perhaps you almost got killed by a vampire so someone rescued you... Or you were wandering around till you ended up here, he thought you're one of those ladies he can have a one-time with and pay you for your service."

"How could you be so cruel with your words? I thought you were my friend." I placed my hands on her lap.

"Of course I am. I don't want to make you feel bad, that's why you should pretend this is just a dream. Or do you know the guy?"

She tried to recall his face. "He does have black hair and his voice was so cold. His hands were cold but his face... The lights." She pointed at the red lights.

"His face, what?"

"I couldn't get a picture of him. I can't recall anything." She said disappointedly. "Did he have sex with me and paid me because he thinks I'm a whore? I'm not a whore why would he pay me? He should have just left me alone." She grabbed the bucks and threw them away. "I'm not a whore. He, he, he even..." She broke down in tears. I crouched a little and embraced her warmly.

"It's all right. We are going to find that pervert and take revenge, dear."

"I'm not a slut." She cried on my shoulder. Her phone rang. She disengaged and picked her phone up. "Dad? Oh, I'm doomed."