Chapter 3 You're Strange

Faye's eyes fluttered open to a white ceiling with a diamond chandelier

She turned her head and looked out the window. She couldn't see anything but distant trees and gorgeous flower beds.

She let out a sigh, then sat up on the bed.

She came face to face with a full length mirror, then narrowed her eyes at the blood stains on her dress.

"Oh." She breathed. "I fainted."

"You're awake."

Faye jumped at the unfamiliar voice, then pulled the blanket to her chest like it was some protective cloak.

Her eyes fell on the gorgeous young woman with golden hair and green eyes who walked into the room. Her skin was as pale as Faye's.

She caught Faye staring in awe, and she grinned ; revealing her fangs.

Faye's eyes broadened.

*Vampire?! *

"Who are you?"

"Me?" the Vampire furrowed her brows, then grinned further and sat at the end of the bed.

"I'm Mabel." She introduced and stretched out her arm for a handshake.

Faye stared at her, studying her grin and the look in her eyes. She didn't seem dangerous nor hostile.

She reluctantly shared a handshake before withdrawing her hand.

It was Mabel's turn to study Faye. She narrowed her eyes, grinning further when Faye furrowed her brows.

"You're strange." She crossed her arms. "You don't smell like a Werewolf to me."

Faye froze; Mabel's words hanging over her like a taunting coo-coo clock.

"I must be unto something here." Mabel deduced, then leaned closer to Faye with a sinister grin. "Your reaction says a lot, y'know."

*Does she know?* Faye mused.

Mabel's grin faded, and she watched Faye with a blank expression. Her green eyes trailed down to Faye's chest, then she lifted her hand from the bed and touched it with her index finger.

"Vampires have a way of sensing emotions." Her voice came out cold and flat, lacking the friendly tone she started with.

It held venom to it instead.

"You may be skilled at lying, but I can tell something's off. " Her eyes met Faye's in a cold and demanding gaze. "Are you hiding something from us?"

Faye swallowed. Their eyes remained locked, Mabel's piercing gaze bearing into Faye's soul like a knife through butter.

Suddenly, Mabel's lips stretched into a smile and she let out a loud and hearty laugh.

Faye blinked, her mind going completely blank.

Mabel's laughter increased when she glanced at Faye's befuddled expression, and she playfully smacked Faye's arm.

Faye had no clue what to say or how to respond to the crazy woman seated before her.

*I miss Gwen.*

She mused and looked at the door, in hopes of Gwen suddenly walking in with her kind smile and calming aura.

Mabel let out a loud sigh that signaled the end of her outburst, then wiped the tear that escaped her eyes.

"I'm sorry for scaring you, Hun." She apologised.

"You're the one who's strange." Faye said.

"I thought it'd be fun to rile you up a bit." Mabel shrugged, shooting her a slight smirk.

"I've been through enough 'riling up' for today." Faye muttered again and hugged her knees to her chest.

"Today?" Mabel's brows furrowed and she chuckled. "How long do you think you were asleep for?"

Faye squeezed her brows.

"Um, a few hours?"

Mabel chuckled. "You were asleep for three days."

Faye's jaw dropped. "Three...days?"

"You should've seen everyone." Mabel continued. "One minute they're petitioning for your head to be cut off, and the next they're cluelessly running around."

Faye gripped the blanket as she stared at Mabel.

"For me..?"

*They were worried about me? A Werewolf they just met? *

"I've gotta say, Emris shocked me the most."

Faye's ears perked at the mention of Emris' name.

"He was worried?"

"He-"

"Mabel." The deep and familiar voice shot through Faye's ears like music.

Emris walked into the room and slammed the door shut; provoking a flinch from Faye.

"That's Auntie to you." Mabel corrected.

"When you act like one, I'll treat you like one." Emris said and Mabel narrowed her eyes at his audacity.

"If you don't mind," Emris continued, "I'd like to talk to her alone."

Faye's eyes widened.

*He wants to talk to me alone? What if he's planning to kill me? *

Faye had experienced enough to doubt everything and everyone. And Emris seemed like the type to act without thinking about the consequences.

She knew he could kill her this instant and walk away with it.

She latched unto Mabel's arm, then shook her head.

Mabel looked between a desperate Faye and a stone faced Emris, then let out a sigh.

She couldn't do much for the poor girl here.

"I'll be right outside the door." She got up from the bed and Faye watched in horror as she walked away.

The second Mabel closed the door, the room was filled with the thick aura of Emris' disdain.

He took a step forward and she quickly climbed out of the bed and ran over to the open window.

She was willing to jump and sustain a few injuries, than be mauled by him.

Emris stopped, then shot her a look. He took another step forward and his eyes widened when she hoisted herself up on the windowsill.

"What on earth are you-"

She jumped.