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i r i s eleanor f r e n c h

It's been over a week since the outburst with Harley, Elias, and Wilder. A week of no contact from Elias and Wilder, but I can feel them everywhere. I know they're around even when I can't see them.

I glance a look over to the alarm clock on the nightstand near my bed, the time displayed 3:08 AM. A cold sweat has broken over my entire body, waking me from an otherwise dreamless sleep. My body is tense, but I don't want to move. I don't want to give the shadows at the end of my bed any indication that I'm awake.

I know they're here, in my room, watching me sleep. I can feel their presence. It's like I'm hyper-aware of them being so close to me. I can smell Wilder's cedarwood and vanilla scent, mixed with Elias' patchouli and rosewood. They're so close to me, in such a vulnerable state. They've visited me every night since Wilder almost bit me, but they've never touched me, they've never spoken, and they only leave when it's time for me to wake up.

I don't know what they want from me anymore. At first, I was annoyed at the fact that both of them had seemingly chosen me from the jump, and now I want nothing more than for these nightly visits to stop. I don't feel safe around them anymore, their presence in my room at night is more of a threat than anything.

I take another look at the clock. 3:12 AM. I clench my eyes shut, willing the clock to move faster, for time to speed up so I don't have to be in the same small space as them anymore.

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Her fear smells almost as sweet as she does. My head tilts as I take her in, wrapped in her blankets, and very awake.

She doesn't move, but I can feel her heartbeat pick up when she wakes up from her sleep. She knows we're here, she's known since the first night we let ourselves into her room. At first, it was purely to make sure she wouldn't act on the statements she had made earlier the same day, the ones that ended with her death.

Now it's because I can't go a minute without her face intruding on my thoughts. I know my obsession with her is dangerous, but I can't help it. She has wormed her way under my skin, into my veins, and has burrowed herself into my fucking bones.

She's everywhere. Iris has consumed me, and she hates me.

Despite her, the hatred she has for Wilder and I has only made our obsession with her worse. It started as harmless fun with the most beautiful human at our disposal, but it's grown into something beyond control.

I hate not being in control.

I cast my eyes toward the small human girl trying to stay still in her bed again. Her tiny hands clench the duvet draped over her body, her knuckles white as she fights herself not to move. A smile breaks out on my face, the fear palpating the air making me want to act on more base urges fighting within me.

Beside me, Wilder runs his thumb over his lips. Since the altercation that ended with his mouth entirely too close to our tiny human, his mind has been everywhere except where it needs to be. he's been distracted, the idea of putting his fangs in Iris' neck entirely too tempting to him.

And didn't I know how that felt.

Truly, if I were honest with myself, I knew there was something not entirely right about her. She didn't smell the same as the rest of the humans in the camp. She didn't reek of the same scents that the other Vampires had either, so I couldn't quite put my finger on what exactly was different about her. I just knew I had to have her.

The only thing with that was that Harley Michaels had already laid claim on her. She had spoken to Wilder and me directly and expressed interest in the one human in the entire country that held mine and Wilder's attention, and I couldn't have that. I wouldn't allow Harley to take her from us, but with the way she was training, I knew that Harley had spoken to her about doing what she could to make it seem as if she was Harley's perfect companion.

Not that it mattered, but it was seen as a power move between higher-up Vampires to have a companion suited perfectly to your needs. My lips thinned as I thought about Iris going through the training and faking it, not being who she is.

Though did I really know that much about her?

Iris Eleanor French, born November 15th to Rhea and Quentin French, in Meadowsville, Oregon. Favorite colors are pink, blue, black, and pastel yellow. Graduated 10th in her class at Meadowsville High School, won the award for most likely to be an activist due to her outspoken nature. Had one best friend growing up who turned out to be a Vampire. Father was killed by Humans Against Vampires after protesting, though the story given to her family was that he was killed by my father.

I tilted my head, surveying the way Iris' head shifted every few minutes to check the clock on her nightstand. Of course she hated us, she was told lies her entire life and was only shown negative attention when it came to the rise of the Vampires. I couldn't blame her, but at the same time, I so badly wanted to. She needed to formulate her own opinions instead of believing everything humans told her. Humans were liars, the human government had known about the things that go bump in the night for hundreds of years and never told the public that we lived among them. There weren't even just Vampires, there were so many other types of Supernatural that lived among humans, and yet the government hid it from them.

Shaking my head to clear my thoughts, I walked silently over to where she lay, her beautiful face hidden by the duvet. I stood over her for a minute, wanting so badly to rip the covers from her body and see her, but mostly have her see me. It had been over a week since Wilder and I had spoken to her, but we had been here every single night to watch her sleep. It was an obsession, a compulsion to hear her breathing and taste her fear.

My hands itched to touch her, to feel her warm skin on mine. I wanted to feel her pulse beneath my fingers and eventually, my teeth as I drank from her.

Deciding to take a risk, I reached out and ripped the duvet from her face. I breathed out slowly as her face came into view, her eyes screwed shut, refusing to look at me. I leaned down next to her, my mouth closing in near her ear.

"Open your eyes, little one," I whispered.

She shook her head defiantly, her mouth carved into a frown.

I felt Wilder come beside me, his presence seeming to add to her inner turmoil.

"Open your eyes, Strawberry," he spoke, his voice unwavering.

"No," she whimpered, her fear escalating, the small sound igniting a fire inside my veins and sending pleasure straight to my hardening cock.

I groaned, wrapping a hand around her throat as my free hand lifted her up. She gasped, her eyes shooting open to look at me.

"There she is," I all but moaned, her big blue eyes locking on my face, full of fear.

Wilder's face leaned in against mine, forcing her to look at him as well. He didn't speak, deciding to run his tongue along his bottom lip. I watched as Iris' eyes tracked the movement, a heat clouding her eyes.

"Time to stop hiding, little one."

U N H O L Y

maaaan. i had so many ideas for this particular chapter but none of them really sounded right when i tried to write them, and this one isnt my favorite but it puts in motion things i want to happen in the next few chapters.

ive said this multiple times, but this book WILL be darker than dirty little curse. as in, i will be writing about stalking, manipulation, corruption, blood, knives, and lemme tell you that our sweet playboy wilder and dark broody elias are into some DARK SHIT and yes, there will be swordfighting :) if you get what i mean by that ehehe. elias and wilder are TOGETHER and man are my panties m o i s t at the thought of the scenes i want to write when it comes to them.

and yes, im still advertising my discord bc i love my babies that have joined. they're so SWEET MY BABIES.

so join us! heres the link:

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yours,
princess