Lust Without End
viii. She’s Really Out There
Marietta floated back into the room while the tea steeped—for she lived life for the idle chat and could not ever miss out.
Eva fidgeted fingers compulsively in her lap, freshly discomforted by Seven’s abrupt abandonment of her on the couch.
Just then, Olin sauntered into the room. Seven’s older brother stood grim.
“Well, well, well … What have we here?” Olin shook his head in hot dismay.
“Relax, Olin,” Godwin growled lowly. “This is Seven’s Eva.” His eyes pierced.
Olin’s eyes seemed to brim in blood—deftly netting Eva’s gaze. He glared.
Eva stood up right away to greet him. But she hesitated at his bad energy.
One part of him drew her in, the other sent her reeling. Power beheld her.
He took her hand in his―promptly licking its full back length—and then smiling suggestively. It was disgusting.
She pulled away in dischord―but remained entangled by his piercing red eyes that seemed to swirl. She swooned.
When he smiled―clustered fangs beamed in a dazzling brilliance—enough to blind one in a blink. His magic was dark.
“Enough!” Seven barked. He raged.
Olin’s mesmerism was stronger than Seven could remember seeing in him before. But Seven was not one to let up.
“ENOUGH!” Seven roared—his vampire instincts kicking in—instantly at Olin’s side—claws drawn. He would kill.
Olin blinked―Eva fainted―and Seven dove down to catch her, easing her onto the couch—protectively shielding her from further subtle mind manipulations.
“Easy now bro,” he growled back at Olin. “This is not some fawn for your entertainment—do you surelyunderstand?”
“Apologies, brother,” Olin said. “Her mind is highly unstable. I did not expect her to be so easily swayed. Please …”
“Just go soft on her tonight—okay?”
“I was just trying to play with her.”
Seven brushed Eva’s cheek. “This one is mine.” He would not stand for this.
Olin backed off―grinning at himself for being such a mischievous trouble-maker—not at all embarrassed by it all.
He had not meant to take it that far―but sometimes his instincts superseded his higher mind. His reptilian brain would often growl and gather steam and it would gain the reigns on him—forcing his actions toward lowlier deeds.
Eva shortly revived. She sighed.
“What happened?” she murmured.
“You blacked out,” he replied right.
“Nooo!” she whimpered in frustration. “Been doing so well for weeks and weeks …” She could not stand it.
“It wasn’t you, it was Olin …”
“Oh, please—it was all me … Don’t listen to him, Seven. I do this all of the time. My head is killing me. Damn it!”
“I have something for that, dear,” Marietta said. She smirked in distress. Olin embarassed her and made her proud.
She produced a small pink pill from her purse―which Eva immediately swallowed. She did not seem careful.
Olin bowed ever so subtly to her now. His rippling magnetism went long.
“Sorry for my inappropriate behaviour.” He met her with eternity.
Just then the kettle whistled and Marietta was off again. “Right back with tea for everybody!” She acted so calmly.
“I think I’m coming down with something,” Eva said to Seven. “I felt strange since I sat down.” She paled.
“Just a few more minutes, then we’ll crash.” But Seven knew it was more. He knew deep down it was so much more.
“Sooo ….” Olin started in a more mischievous tone. “Seen Faye since you’ve been back?” he evilly meddled.
“No,” Seven quietly, tensely replied.
“Who?” Eva said now interested.
“Nevermind …” Seven interjected.
“Brother’s Ex—Faye,” Olin explained, grinning. He knew he was twisting it in.
A faint recognition of the name skipped across Eva’s mind, like a flat stone over water―before sinking back down in the seventh touch—and out of sight.
“Don’t worry, it’s not what you think,” Seven said. “She’s just some phantom from a distant past you know …”
“What is that supposed to mean? Is that how you would think of me, if we ever were to split up?” Eva said, not necessarily wanting him to answer, lest she lose him.
“He just means … She’s … Really out there,” Olin chimed in—careful with his wording. He began to back off of the ax.
“You mean she’s crazy? Seven―you never told me that you had an ex back home.” Now it was too late for secrets.
“She’s not crazy,” Seven blurted. “Nevermind … It’s nothing. She’s nothing.” He instantly regretted saying it.
Eva scowled at him. Her fury rose.
“Crazy is a euphemistic way of putting it,” Olin added. “Psychopathic better sums Her up. But that is why we love Her—right bro?” Now he hissed.
“That is why You love Her, Olin,” Seven retorted, suddenly feeling conversationally pugilistic. Get it straight. I left Her long ago.” He felt like fighting.
“Perhaps in body alone.” Olin spat.
“Do I sense some sibling rivalry here?” Eva interjected—detecting the warm ashes of an old love triangle—finding it somewhat humorous, yet hurtful.
“I’ll explain it all later,” Seven said.
“Now that is not fair—” Olin began—but then thought better of it, lowering his brow, ceding the exchange—sensing he was being too meddlesome. He faded.
Olin was always tempted to bring Faye up in talk—and he had always been deeply jealous of Seven’s lifelong luck with Her—never understanding what they had.
“Well we’ve had a long day,” Seven found himself saying. “Eva and I had better pass on tea after all and get some rest―or we will both be moody in the morning.” He knew when to bow out.
“Booo!” Marietta cried from the kitchen—just now returning with a gilded tray of cups and saucers. “I was just starting to like having a few human beings around for a change. Now you leave me with the snakes.” She winced in pain.
“Well if you did not interrogate the poor child,” Godwin began―but he quickly finished: “Sleep tight kids―and keep those shutters closed … The wind has been especially wild these past few nights.”
“I’m sorry, we don’t mean to be rude …” Eva said. “I am just absolutely exhausted. I promise I’ll be much more chatty tomorrow—after I’ve done rested.”
“Not at all, dear,” Godwin said, dismissing her apology with a wave. “But I do expect a formal challenge to chess after breakfast—if you ever do so dare.”
“Deal,” Eva agreed—winking near.
Godwin took another shot―flipped a page on his magazine—and melded back into shadows of the bar grinning blackly.
Seven and Eva got up to leave be.
“My bedroom’s at the other end of the hall,” Olin called out after them. “In case you get bored with my little brother!”
“Go to Hell!” Seven called back now.
“Never left,” Olin then dryly replied.
At the very least where they never disagreed was when a woman came first.
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