Dark Longing

Selena Abbott discovers that she isn't what she thought she was and neither was her mother.
Plunged into a dark world will Selena be able to resist the darkness or will she give in to the dark longing?


19. Chapter Nineteen: Library

LISA WAS DRIVING me crazy with her constant talking so I went to the one place she couldn’t go-the library. Two months ago the head librarian, a tall, middle aged woman with a mop of curly hair and an unhealthy obsession with the colour orange called Mrs Poole, had banned Lisa from the library for being too noisy, which was fair enough because Mrs Poole had given Lisa several warnings which she had completely ignored. I was kind of relieved that it had happened though as I now had a Lisa-free zone that I could escape to.

Someone sat down opposite me but I didn’t look up. I had to draw several landscapes for Art and was engrossed in my work. Pausing for a moment, I examined the countryside scene I had created.

“You really are very talented,” said the person on the other side of the table.

“Thank you,” I replied distractedly. I picked up my pencil to add some more shading but then froze. I knew that voice.

“Good afternoon, Selena.” Hayden grinned widely when I met his eyes. His large hands were clasped in front of him and he was wearing a grey Superdry t-shirt.

“What are you doing here?” I whispered making sure that Mrs Poole wasn’t nearby; I didn’t want to get told off by her.

“Borrowing a book.”

“Cut the crap. How did you know I was here? Are you stalking me?” Smirking, Hayden grabbed my sketchbook before I could stop him. “Give that back!”

“No talking!” Mrs Poole suddenly appeared by the table, hands on hips.

I nodded and muttered an apology. She gave me The Look, the one that meant ‘anymore nonsense and I’ll throw you out’. Since I knew that it wasn’t an idle threat, after what had happened with Lisa, I waited until Mrs Poole had disappeared from view before wrapping my hand around Hayden’s wrist and dragging him over into the labyrinth of bookshelves. Stopping when we reached the tiny international section where a small number of French, German and Spanish books were kept, I released my grip on Hayden. No one ever came to this dark corner of the library, not even Mrs Poole.

“She won’t hear us from here,” I said, glancing over Hayden’s shoulder to make sure that Mrs Poole hadn’t followed us.

He rested a hand on a shelf, effectively trapping me. “What are we going to be doing that will be so noisy?” Hayden asked with a mischievous glint in his eyes.   

“Talking,” I growled.

He leaned forwards so that we were nearly touching. “Nothing else? You’re such a tease leading me all the way here only to talk.”

I crossed my arms. “What are you really doing here?”

“You wouldn’t reply to my texts.”

“I switched my phone off.”

Hayden looked wistful. “I thought you might.”

Feeling drained, I sagged against the shelf and rubbed my temple. “Hayden, why are you doing this?”

“I was worried about you,” he replied, taking a step towards me. Hayden started playing with my hair and my scalp tingled pleasantly. “There are others like me, others that are worse . . .”

I opened my mouth to ask how they could possibly be worse but his expression made me stop. Hayden was regarding me tenderly. My grandfather’s comment about soul eaters keeping humans as pets resounded in my head. “I’m not a toy to amuse you,” I told him, trying to sound firm. “You can’t use me and then cast me aside when you get bored.”

“I wouldn’t do that,” Hayden said quietly. “Not to you.” I almost believed him. “Let me prove it to you. Please, Selena.”

I hesitated. He sounded like he meant it but could I trust Hayden knowing that he had killed people? The strange thing was that I wanted to.

After a while, I said, “I’ve got a craving for pizza.”

Hayden immediately brightened. “I know just what to do about that.”

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