Betrayed: Dark beginnings (4 page)

CHAPTER EIGHT

Jordan walked up Elizabeth’s drive, if you can call it a drive, and knocked on her door. She answered quickly, swinging open the door.

“Hey,” she said excitedly, stepping out on to the step. Jordan stepped forward, closing in on her.

              “Hey, are you ok?” He said smiling, he always felt so much better when he was around her.

She was
just so bubbly, fun and full of life.

“Come in then.” She said grinning. He walked through the hallway and nodded to Cecile. She flashed him a sweet smile back. He followed Elizabeth into the living room.

“Sorry for coming up unannounced, I just wanted to see you.” He said nervously, he scratched his finger with his nail and bit down on his lip.

“It’s ok, I like it when your here” She smiled sweetly.

He grabbed Elizabeth by her waist and pulled her in closer, looking into her eyes, smiling. She smiled back at him, showing off her pearly white teeth.

“You’re so beautiful.” Jordan said charmingly and softly kissed her cheek.

“You’re not too bad yourself.” She said, failing to sound sexy like she wanted, but sounded sweet and soft instead.

Oh god, I think I like him a bit, she thought. She bit her lip; Elizabeth didn’t want to like him, but couldn’t help it. She loved being in this moment and didn’t want it to end yet. She just wanted to enjoy it right now and deal with the consequences later.

“Let’s go somewhere.” Jordan said excitedly

“Where too?” Lizzie said holding on to Jordan tightly.

“We could go down to the lake?” He said brightly. This was the last place she wanted to go right now, that was for another night.

“We could go to the cinema.” She said putting her hand on the back of his head, running her fingers through his hair. She stared into his stunning brown eyes.

Damn he’s gorgeous, she thought. They couldn’t deny it; the spark between them was electrifying.

“Yeah, I don’t see why not.” Jordan whispered as he leaned in towards her and put his hand on the small of her back. She moved her lips to his and they kissed for what felt like hours. He pulled her in tighter, crushing her body against his.

“As much as I’d love to stand here kissing you all day, and believe me I would, we should really get going.” He pulled away from her and smiled. Elizabeth smiled back and ran upstairs to get ready. Jordan followed Elizabeth into her bedroom.

“I can’t have you watch me get changed.” She pursed her lips at him “You may not be able to resist.” She said cheekily and lifted one eyebrow.

“I’m finding it difficult to resist as it is. I think it’s best if I wait outside.” He said looking her up and down.

He walked out and closed the door. She slipped into her summer dress; its pale green
colors went with her white strapped sandals perfectly. She pulled her hair back into a ponytail; put on some mascara, eyeliner, and lip-gloss.

“I’m ready.
” She shouted. She could hear Jordan pacing outside the door. He walked in and stopped dead in his tracks when he looked up at her.

“Wow, is it even possible that you can get so much more striking every time I see you.” He said looking at her figure. The dress hung just above her knees. The low cut showing off her cleavage slightly, but not enough to be deemed trashy. The colour of the dress enhanced her eyes, making them shine brightly.

Jordan walked over to Elizabeth and whispered in her ear

“I have a better idea.” His breath tickled her neck, it felt good and her legs went like jelly.

“What’s that?” She croaked. She quickly cleared her throat.

“We can sit in the garden and watch the sun set?” He smiled at her as she turned to face him.

“I didn’t know you were the cliché type.” She pursed her lips.

“So what if its cliché
d, there is a reason it is clichéd because everyone wants to look at something that beautiful. And even though I’m staring at her now, a sunset does come second.”  If she could have blushed, she would have.

“Fine” She smiled, giving in.

Elizabeth walked over to him and rested her head on his shoulder, as they walked with their arms slinked around each other down the stairs.

They sat against a log in the garden and stared up at the sky. Elizabeth laid her head on Jordan’s chest. She looked up to him; he was staring into the sky, mesmerized.

“You know, I am so glad I met you.” He said lowering his gaze to her.

“Me too,” and the worst thing was, she knew she meant it. She didn’t want to like him, but she did.

“I’m sorry I kept leaving as well, it’s just I’m worried at the moment. With looking after my mum and college, my head has been all over the place” He took a deep breath and closed his eyes briefly. “My sister went missing a couple of weeks ago, and I’ve tried ringing her, but she’s not answering.”  He went quiet and looked back up to the sky.

Elizabeth thought back to the young girl she killed a few weeks ago, and wondered if it was her.

“That sucks. I’m sure she is ok. Surely if something bad had happened to her, the police would have found something by now.” she said confidently, even though she wasn’t confident at all. Jordan smiled

“Thank you Lizzie.” He paused for a moment and held her hand. “Where are your parents anyway?” She didn’t know how to answer that truthfully.

“They are dead, I miss them a lot.”

This was the truth. But she wasn’t about to tell him that they died hundreds of years ago.

“Oh baby, I’m sorry to hear that.” He moved a piece of hair off of her face.

“It’s been a long time; I’ve learned to live with it.”

He looked down at her with sorrow; she wanted the subject to change.

“Do you live with your parents?”  She said quickly
.

“It’s just me, my mum, and Chloe. I see my dad now and again, he pretends to care but you can tell he doesn’t.” Jordan rolled his eyes

“If you ever want to talk about it, I’m here.” She said squeezing his hand, he smiled and pulled her up into his arms.

“I don’t want to talk about any of that right now, this moment is so perfect.” He looked so relaxed and a pang of guilt rushed through her.

He looked down to Elizabeth as she played with a piece of grass. He realized that he had never felt this way before. He knew that he shouldn’t feel that strong about someone when he does not really know them, but he could not help it.

All he could think was screw it; does it matter what she is? No. We should not judge someone because of what they are. He knew he cared about her; after all, the heart wants what it wants.

Jordan watched Elizabeth closely and knew she couldn’t kill or hurt anyone. She is too caring and kind, he could see past the wall she had put up.

“Lizzie.” He said anxiously

“Yes?” She looked up smiling.

“I, umm, wanted to tell you, that I really like you.” He said quickly, hoping that she too liked him.

“I like you too.” She grinned; Elizabeth looked to the floor smiling. How she had let herself become involved she did not know.

She needed to forget about him, if her plan was to work. But when she looked at him, she could feel butterflies in her stomach.

“You should get going, I need to have tea.” She lied.

“Ok, well I’ll see you tomorrow; thank you for taking my mind off things.” He said in his charming voice. She felt like melting.

“Yeah, I’ll see you tomorrow.” He leaned in to kiss her goodbye, she wanted to kiss him so bad, but hesitated for a moment.

She knew she should not, but she couldn’t help it. They locked lips, she felt his warmth, his passion, and she felt him. He pulled away and held his breath for a second.

“Bye Lizzie.” He said walking away looking dazed. She lifted her hand up and waved lazily. She wanted to grab him and spend the night with him, but she did her best to block him out her mind.

Elizabeth walked back into the house; Cecile was by the stairs sweeping the floor.

“He seems nice. I can tell that he likes you.” Cecile looked at Elizabeth grinning.

“Oh shut up.” she said jokingly as she walked up the stairs. She picked up her phone and text Lorcan.
Can’t wait to see you!! Xxx
That should keep him happy, she thought. She needed to pull herself together; she needed to be concentrating on her plan.

CHAPTER nine

Cecile tiptoed up the stairs and peered through the gap in Elizabeth’s bedroom door. She slowly edged herself along the wall and into the doorway of the room.

Elizabeth was lying on her bed, staring vacantly at the roof of her four post bed. Cecile looked at her sorrowfully; she knew that Elizabeth liked Jordan. She could tell, but knew that Elizabeth would never admit it.

“I know you are stood there.” Elizabeth moved her head and stared at Cecile. “What do you want?” She said tiredly. Cecile walked over to the bed and sat on the edge, pulling down the quilt. Elizabeth squirmed uncomfortably
.

“Elizabeth, it is ok to love sometimes.”

Cecile spoke softly as she looked down pitifully to Elizabeth.

“Oh, please don’t start this.” She sighed “Is this about Jordan?” Elizabeth said with a slight smile.  Cecile lifted her eyebrows and looked at Elizabeth amused
.

“I know you like him.” Elizabeth sat up
.

“I do not like him.” She said defensively.

“Please Elizabeth, I can tell you like him ok. Please don’t act as if after all these years I know nothing about you.” Cecile stood up and raised an eyebrow to Elizabeth.

              Elizabeth slumped back down on to the bed, waving her hand dismissively to Cecile.

“I am not going to leave. You always do this. I know you have been hurt, but you need to learn that not everyone will end up hurting you!” Cecile said angrily. Was she ever going to get through to Elizabeth?

“Well centuries of people have taught me different, plus if they don’t, I’ll just end up hurting them.” Cecile looked to Elizabeth sadly.

She knew that Elizabeth was just a woman who just always wanted to be loved but, unfortunately, always got caught up in the middle of someone else’s mess. She had always blamed herself.

“If you’re talking about Matthias...”

“DO NOT TALK ABOUT HIM!” Elizabeth jumped up off the bed and rushed out of the room, leaving Cecile behind.

              Cecile walked over to a picture of Elizabeth and herself in Spain and sighed deeply. Cecile had taken Elizabeth to the small town in which she grew up, to show her how beautiful it was. She had never wanted to leave there. But after her master had raped her, hit her and humiliated her, she needed to get out. She did not want to live that life anymore, so left for England.

When Elizabeth had found out what had happened to Cecile, she travelled alone to the small village of Santillana Del Mar. She had tracked down Cecile’s old master Juan and killed him in cold blood. Cecile never condoned murder, but made an exception when it came to him.

She was only fourteen when he first raped her. His wife was upstairs in one of the bedrooms; Juan had seen this as an opportunity. Cecile had seen the way he looked at her, but he had never done anything about it before now.

He pushed her against the wall and promised her that if she screamed he would kill her. He pushed his arm into her throat as he thrust his grubby body against hers.

Tears rolled down her cheeks as he stole her virginity. For the next few years, it became an occurring thing. He would wait until his wife was asleep and sneak into her room in the middle of the night.

When she fought him that was when he started beating her at every chance he got. He beat her for stupid reasons; and sometimes for no reason at all. Cecile planned to leave, but did not know where to go. She had very few friends as she was never allowed out, but one of her friends Antonio had told her of a boat that was going to take a shipment to England and that she could sneak on board.

They planned together for weeks, until the day came. She crept through the house and out the front door, leaving a note for Juan’s wife. She explained what he had done to her, in hope that his wife would leave him.

              She met Antonio and thanked him for his help. She promised to see him again one day. He kissed her softly on the lips, and she kissed him back. She had always loved him and did not realize he felt the same way, but she knew she had to leave. She travelled for days, tired and exhausted. The promise of a better life kept her in high hopes. Cecile thought back to that time and how young she was.