Beautiful Creatures

Stephanie had never been a normal girl, and many people knew that was true, but when she meets a boy who is suppossed to be her enemy her world takes an unsuspected twist. Will she follow her heart? Or will Peter be the end of her? As Peter changes her life completely Stephanie will have to do everything in her power to restore peace. Will she make it?


14. Off to see Fiona


I turned back around and saw Peter’s back, so strong and detailed, I wanted to put my hand out and touch it, but I fought the urge. We went into the car park and walked until we stopped in front of what I guessed was his car. It was a black and shiny sports car that was about two feet shorter than I was. The windows were tinted and the wheels looked dangerous. I was never an expert in cars but I could realise that this one was very expensive.

“Wow” I whispered, it really was a beautiful car.

“Baby, meet Steph. Steph, meet Baby” introduced Peter, the car roared to life as if replying to him.

I giggled and looked at him. “Baby?” and I bit my lip to keep from laughing.

“Everyone gives their car a name, right? And I thought Baby would suit her well since she’s a beauty” replied Peter simply, as if we were talking about the weather.

“Sure, I guess” I replied and shook my head.

“What?” suddenly his hands were on my waist, tickling me and making me laugh so hard I nearly fell on the ground, but he caught me and turned me around.

“Do you find it funny?” he said in a mocking voice.

“Maybe” I joked back. I smiled my sweet smile and ran for the car door, which was unlocked, and slumped on the leather seat. He got in too, looked at me and smiled before putting the key in the ignition and turning it. The car roared with so much power it scared me.

“Now, now, Baby. No need to be so jealous” he told the car. I just rolled my eyes, but I did it quickly before he could see it and attack me with tickles again.

We arrived at my house in no time, and it was then that I wondered how he knew where I lived, but then I remembered what he was and I understood. It was a bit scary to think of him that way, but then again I wasn’t very normal either so I couldn’t judge, he was what he was and there was no way of changing it. But he also was who he was, and he was such a good person that maybe there was a chance after all, nothing is impossible, even the most ridiculous things.

“Here we are” Peter announced.

“Thank you, for everything” I replied, I smiled and reached for the door handle when a soft hand touched my arm.

“No, thank you” he said “You are incredible” he looked straight into my eyes so that all I could see was the depth of his, they had the most sincere and kind expression I had ever seen, I made me want to melt. He leaned in closer, so close I could feel his breath on my face; I closed my eyes and breathed. But all that came was a soft feel of tingling on my cheek.

He cleared his throat “Good afternoon” he said and waited for me to go out the door.

I waved and stood there until the only thing I could see of that shiny, black car was its shadow.

I opened my door and stepped in, waiting for Dad to jump of his hiding spot and tell me off for getting dropped off by Peter. But no Dad ever came to tell me off and there was no Mum either, so I just headed for my room and dropped my bag on the floor near my bed. It was then that I remembered that I was meant to visit Fiona to ask for some advice. I checked on the mirror that I looked presentable enough before leaving a note on the counter and leaving the house. I grabbed my car keys and a jacket as I rushed out the door. The drive wasn’t very bad; the house was kind of easy to find if you knew where to look. As I reached the house butterflies danced in my stomach, reminding me that I was really nervous, making me have second thoughts about coming here. My fingers gripped the steering wheel even harder as I stopped the car and reached for my jacket, which was lying on the passenger seat. I opened the door and leaped out of the car. The wind was whipping my face, making it hard to see, it was almost night time and to be honest I was quite scared of what may happen in this visit, but I pushed through it and kept walking towards the ancient house. I rang the bell of the old-fashioned house. Again, the butler, whose name I now remember was Phil, opened the door for me.

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