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Please listen to the song mentioned at the end of the chapter whilst reading that particular scene - it will make the whole thing seem much more epic XD - Gemini, 'Crew Love.'

Chapter 7~ Lusty Encounter

Carlos was touching me, pressing me up against the wall. His touch was soft in a way that he was gripping me hard enough so that I wouldn't fall, but soft enough that he wouldn't hurt me.

He looked down into my eyes as he traced his fingers along my jaw causing me to ache and shiver in a way that I never had done so before. 'You're beautiful,' he breathed, his minty cool breath fanning against my face. His other hand inched closer towards the precious centre of my body and my legs trembled with excitement.

'Absolutely beautiful,' he breathed again as he touched me down there. I squealed out in joy as his mouth crashed heavily against mine. He kept rubbing and touching until he suddenly pulled away from my mouth and lowered his face until he did the unthinkable and pressed his lips against my sensitive flesh. My body bucked and I whimpered in delight as his mouth touched and licked the most sensitive part of my body. The pressure soon built up until there was nothing else I could think about and my mouth screamed out his name...

I woke up suddenly, gasping for air.

The covers were thrown from my body and sweat was dripping from my neck and back, soaking my nightgown. Shivering from the sudden cold, I pulled the sheets up higher until they reached my chin, and shakily closed my eyes.

Vampires sometimes had special abilities - we could do things that humans could never dream of.

When I was young for example, I used to be able to see through the viewpoint of someone else in my dreams, though that someone would always be awake. I knew this because I often used to be able to describe meetings of which my father had attended whilst I was asleep, and I was almost able to recall word for word what had been said. I couldn't have possibly have been awake as I was only two or three at the time and my mother had sometimes been with me in the bed that I'd slept in.

Gradually, they became less frequent as I got older, but I knew without a doubt that what I had just experienced was something which was currently going on through the eyes of my maid, Eva Alias. She was with Carlos right now and that was something that made me sick to even think about - to the point where I would throw up if I shifted from my bed.

He'd told her she was beautiful, and the way he'd held her and looked at her with so much tenderness in his eyes was something that I couldn't bear to remember. Somehow I doubted that the player we all knew and heard of, made a habit out of what he was now doing to Eva - which had seemed just too intimate. I recalled the way he'd held her throbbing flesh in particular, my mind in complete agony.

The images kept flashing to my head; invading my personal space, and I had enough time to make it to the toilet before I threw up the contents of my meal. When it was over I washed my face thoroughly and brushed my teeth before slumping miserably against my bath tub.

I had a lot of material things - more than most, in fact. Yet the one thing that I so desperately wanted, clearly I couldn't have. I cursed both myself for being attracted to him, and Carlos for being so damn irresistible in the first place. It was all his fault.

All I knew was that judging by the way I'd reacted to that shocking experience, what I felt for Carlos was obviously a lot stronger than I'd originally thought.

Placing my head in my hands, I closed my eyes and let the bitter tears fall.

I was in so, so much trouble.

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When the morning came I was in a mood so foul that I didn't even bother going down for breakfast and I ignored my brother when he knocked relentlessly against my door for half an hour. I told every single maid and servant to go away as I sat and sulked, and I drank a whopping five bags of blood in just under two hours.

By the time I'd finished the last bag, I felt as stuffed as a ripe tomato and rested my head against my pillow, being careful not to turn my head too far. At half one my brother came up again to give me lunch with my mother in tow, but by then I'd managed to lock the door and convince them that I just felt too ill to get out of bed.

It wasn't until three o'clock that my mood took a turn for the worst, when the man himself politely knocked on my door and asked for me to let him in. I stubbornly refused to, and played some of my favourite Rihanna tracks including, 'Cockiness' as loud as I could to drown out his stupid voice.

By the time it was six in the evening even my father was starting to get concerned and knocked hesitantly on the door. I didn't have the heart to turn him down but I certainly didn't let him in and instead stood on my side and talked to him for a good twenty minutes before convincing him to leave.

When the evening came I tossed and turned and could barely get an hour's sleep in fear that there would be a repeat of what had happened the previous night. By the time the sun had risen it was eight in the morning and I had managed to get approximately one hour and twenty minutes' worth of sleep.

Needless to say, I was a wreck. But I knew I wouldn't be able to stay hidden in my room forever, and instead reluctantly walked into my bathroom determined to face the day; almost groaning out loud when I saw my reflection. The shock was matched by everyone I loved when I walked into the dining room wearing nothing but a large jumper-dress and dark tights.

Everyone turned to stare - some less discreetly than others, as they took in my tangled hair, puffy and sunken eyes, grey skin and the heavy bags that not even my thickest concealer had been able to conceal. Yes, I looked a mess and I knew it.

There was an uncomfortable silence as my appearance was taken in.

Uncle Miguel was the first to speak. 'Rough day yesterday, sweetheart?' He smiled at me uncertainly and tried his best to look reassuring but failed. They'd all no doubt heard the lie about how ill I'd been feeling yesterday, and I was sure that by looking at their faces they just knew that something else was up.

It was probably because of my eyes, I thought. It most likely looked like I'd been crying - which I had, although I'd tried my best to cover it up.

As the stares continued I knew without a doubt that I'd definitely been stupid in deciding to come down for breakfast.

'Do you want to tell us what's wrong, baby?' My mother tried, looking at me in concern. Her round brown eyes seemed to be watering slightly as she took in the sight of her daughter, but it could've been my imagination. I hoped. My brother was frowning as though angry.

'Has someone hurt you?' He snapped before turning to glare at Carlos.

His attention switched to me once I stood after sitting down for not even 30 seconds. 'I'm just ill.' I announced bleakly, and with that I left the room with five gazes burning holes into my back.

When the familiar cologne entered my nose I instantly crushed my face against my pillow as if to drown it out. It had almost worked until I was forced to lift my up head to breathe, and my stomach twisted painfully as the scent entered my nose once again. The sound of Carlos knocking on my door entered my ears.

'Indigo, let me in I want to talk to you.'

'Fuck off,' I seethed silently as I scratched my nails painfully against the bed sheets. The knocking paused and my heart fluttered in my chest. For a moment, I sincerely hoped that he'd given up and left.

My hopes were soon crushed however, when he began to knock again more persistently. 'Indigo, please.' He began. Then: 'Is this about the debt?' I almost cried at that.

'Go away!' I screeched before throwing a pillow against the door. I heard the sound of him pressing his body against the door as he sat against it and nearly groaned in frustration. 'Please,' I managed. 'Just leave.'

There was a small silence as he readjusted himself - probably to sit more comfortably - and leaned his head against the door again. 'I want to talk to you first.'

Scrunching my eyes up in pain and defeat, I saw the same images of the first night, as well as the night that I'd witnessed through Eva's eyes. It was too much and I felt myself fall heavily to my knees as I'd tried to stand. Geesh.

There was a whir of sound and all of a sudden I was startled to see Carlos standing on the balcony to my room. I widened my eyes in alarm before bursting out laughing as he struggled to open the glass doors. Thank God I'd remembered to lock them.

He seemed to take it all in good humour as I sat there laughing at him whilst he struggled to open the door even by a fraction. We both know that he could easily rip it open but since there was no obvious emergency he didn't wasn't to risk the wrath of my father by damaging property for no good reason.

'Are you going to let me in?' He asked from the other side. My lips trembled as I shook my head slightly. Slowly, I walked up to the glass doors until my face was almost pressed against it.

'Get me Roland.' I whispered. It was enough.

Immediately his facial expression softened and he was gone in the blink of an eye. When I heard a tap on my door thirty seconds later I instantly knew who it was by his fragrance and almost wept in relief as my older brother and saviour stepped in through the door.

He didn't say anything; he took just one look at my face and held his arms out to me. I collapsed into them and wept heavily as he stroked my hair and carried us over to my bed.

I sat in his lap the way I used to when we were really small, and let him stroke my hair. He simply shook his head when Carlos walked in, before gently pulling me away to look at me.

'Do you want to tell me what's wrong?' He asked me softly. I shook my head before snuggling into his shoulder again.

'I don't want to talk about it,' was all I said and it was enough.

We sat there in silence.

Twenty-four Hours Later~

When I was ready I crept out of my room, making sure that no one was following me. It was three in the morning and I still couldn't get to sleep so I'd come up with only one solution.

Walking into my favourite room, I switched on the lights before placing my towel and water bottle on the floor and switching on the CD player.

I knew just the perfect song to dance to.

Gemini's, 'Crew Love' began to play in a low rhythm; its mournful beat echoing in my ears. The lyrics were so beautiful and bitter- sweet that it matched my mood perfectly and slowly, I began to sway.

'Whole lot of cash; tryna lose it real fast...'

My body found a routine all on its own and I jolted my arms and chest to the left and then harshly to the right before bending my body to crouch to the floor.

'Take your noise off my keyboard, what you bothering me for. When there's a room full of love, when there's a room full of love...'

I leapt up and ran towards the centre of the room before falling to the floor and arching my body upwards by bending my back; my hands spread out towards the ceiling. My routine itself was disturbing and abstract - the mood that reflected the song, as well as my emotions - each separate action combining thrillingly to make an epic story revealing just the way I currently felt.

It was just what I was hoping for.

The song continued to play and I put all of my energy into displaying the bitterness and longing I felt, through my actions.

'There's a whole lot of love, there's a whole lot of love...'

I took a few lunges forward before giving a side twist in the air and sweeping my body again in slow motion. Fat tears fell from my cheeks as I glided effortlessly across the room pointing my toes and using my arms to balance myself as I spun and leaped numerous times in quick succession.

My hair flew loose as I released myself to the music and I was sure that I looked like a fallen angel begging for mercy; for her freedom.

The last beats of the song bounced cruelly around the room repetitively as I leaped and twisted, arched and flipped; sunk to the floor elegantly and jumped back up. Jump, twist, arch, twist, kick, point, leap and land - I repeated until I could see stars behind my eyes and then the song was over.

I was stood crouched with my knees pointed to one side and my arms once again reaching for the ceiling. My head was thrown back in abandonment as I stared wide eyed at the ceiling, struggling to fill my lungs with air.

It was beautiful. The whole routine. And everything about it had been real and raw. Perfect.

After the first time of being disturbed, I would've at least thought I'd learnt from my mistakes, but sure enough when I turned to face the door Carlos was standing there with Roland right behind him.

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Also I don't know how often I'll be writing in Carlos's POV but I do know that I'll be writing I'm Indigo's POV a lot more.

*WARNING: THE NEXT CHAPTER IS LONG AND INTENSE.* Just saying :D