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?

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7. Time with Peter

 

I woke up but didn’t dare open my eyes; last thing I wanted was waste the chance I got of overhearing a conversation. My hands and feet were tied together by a rope, but I wasn’t blindfolded and I could feel my clothes on my body, they aren’t like that I thought, but I already knew that, the actual surprise was that I was alive.  I relaxed and listened.

“We can’t kill her yet, I have this feeling…” Peter. Peter, Peter, Peter, he was here, protecting me, making sure I wasn’t killed. A feeling?  What does that mean? Does this have anything to do with what Fiona told me? Was Peter the one she was talking about? I tried extremely hard not to hyperventilate, but there were millions of thoughts running through my mind and they would not let me listen properly to the conversation that I desperately needed to hear.

“But we are hungry, we can’t go on like this forever, someday we’ll have to hunt” said someone I didn’t recognise.

“Tristan, we can’t kill her” said Peter calmly, how could a person I don’t even know manage to calm me so easily with just four words? What is wrong with me?

“Oh, come on, at least give me a reason!” said Tristan, and even though I could feel I couldn’t trust him, I was agreeing with him, I also wanted a reason, and, I realised, I wanted one desperately.

“I-I just can’t, there is something within me telling me she’s important, that harming her will be a mistake I will regret forever”  he said, and I melted, he said I was important, this guy I don’t even know cared whether I lived or not, happiness wrapped me like a blanket at the sound of those words.

“Well, I have this feeling within me, and it’s called my stomach, and it is begging for some food” said Tristan.

Peter chuckled “I guess your stomach will have to wait”

Tristan groaned and then said “How come you don’t have to wait?”

“Because I make the decisions, and my decision is to keep her alive”

“You’re my best friend and everything but sometimes I find you absolutely annoying”

Peter laughed “Yes, but my decisions got us all this far, what do you think would have happened if you were leader Tris? Would we still be alive?”

“Nah, that’s your job, I just complain about everything cuz that’s how I roll”

And they both laughed, I had to bite the inside of my mouth to keep from smiling, they were so cute, like little kids fighting over chocolate.

“You think it’s time to wake her up?” asked Tristan, but I didn’t want to “wake up” I was fine with eavesdropping. I felt something hard poke my right arm.

“Ouch!” I protested.

I opened my eyes and there he was, his face really close to mine, his eyes staring at mine, as if trying to read the secrets in them. His hair hung limply on his forehead. And his smile was wide across his face, he had perfect teeth and there was a dimple on his left cheek. My eyes traced every millimetre of his handsome face.

“Good morning Sleeping Beauty” he murmured, Sleeping Beauty? Did he just call me beautiful? This guy had it in the bag.

“Hi, Peter” I said shyly, because I just admitted I knew his name.

“Uh, sorry about jabbing you with a stick, I didn’t know how to wake you up” said Tristan, walking towards us and standing, stick in his hand, behind Peter.

Tristan had short, black hair that flopped across his forehead sideways, kinda like Justin Bieber. His eyes were like black coals except for that tiny circle near the pupil that was a light chocolate brown. He was attractive in a way, I could see he was fit, but he was no Peter. As I thought about it I realised, now no one can compare to Peter. Peter, Peter, Peter, this guy was slowly driving me nuts.

“Erm, that’s ok I guess” I replied after the big debate I had with myself.

“Could you two lovebirds step away from each other so that I can actually cut the rope tying her hands?” asked Tristan softly, mocking us. It was then that I realised that Peter was still really close to my face. I sat up slowly, making sure I didn’t crash into him on the way up. I scanned the room for any windows or nearby doors in case I wanted to make a run for it but found none. The place was dark, with only a small light bulb to light it up. There was a table with some junk on it, some chairs, four beds and a couch. Everything else was crates and dust; they really needed to consider some house cleaning. I found myself sitting on another bed, that makes five, where are the other three people?

“Where am I?” I asked slowly, took me some time to realise that my head really hurt, probably for hitting the ground with it when I fainted.

“In a place you wouldn’t recognise” answered Peter.

“Are you going to hurt me?” I asked, even though I already knew the answer I had to act like any normal human would, asking all the typical questions.

“No” he replied, and I sighed in relief.

“Then why am I here?”

“I need you”

“For what?” Now that I didn’t know, I guess I could stop the faking now.

“Truth is, I don’t know yet” and Tristan made an “in love” face behind him.

“Peter just wants a girl friend I’m guessing” said Tristan cheerfully.

I laughed, Tristan was funny, but Peter just gave him his worst death stare and turned his attention to me.

“Can I go home then? My parents will be worried” I nearly begged, as much as I fantasised about Peter I wanted to be in the safety of my house, away from the other people that were in Peter’s group.

“Yes, I will see you again Stephanie” he said, he touched my cheek. In that moment all his thoughts danced in my mind, my face, confusion, my face again, love, then words; I think I really like her these are the words he kept to himself. Was Peter the one Fiona meant? Was he the one I was supposed to be with? I secretly prayed this was true. A moment later I was in room, under the blankets. I ran downstairs and looked for Dad.

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