30. Memory

Genre: Paranormal romance, drama

Type: Series
Characters: Devon, Eloise, Tamsyn
Prompt:043. Memory

Word Count: 1100 +

Warning: language, violence

Rating:  M- (coarse language, adult situations, nudity. N.B-Applies to the whole series)

Summary: Devon takes matters into his own hands.

043. Memory

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Bridgeport, present day

Tamsyn’s heart sang with joy when she opened the door and found Devon there. She smiled, savoring her small victory. She was right. He couldn’t live without her. Surely he was back to beg for her forgiveness. 

She held his eyes, before roaming down his length. Her lustful gaze settled on his expansive chest, and her body tingled just from remembering how great it was to be held in his arms in the throes of passion.  

She missed him. She missed him something awful.

“Can we come in?” Devon asked, and Eloise came out of the shadows, blocking the sunlight in the doorway.

“What the hell is she doing here? You have a nerve bringing this bitch to my house!” She shrieked at him, dragging Cheryl out of the house, a glass in hand.

When Cheryl saw Devon, she quickly made a beehive for her room. She didn’t want to get caught up in her daughter’s drama. She poured herself another shot, lit a cigarette, and forgot about it as soon as she picked up her glass again.

Shit, she’d hoped Devon was there to get Tamsyn, but when she saw the other woman, hanging on to his arm like a man purse she knew she’d have no such luck.

Beyond Cheryl’s bedroom window, the heated exchange was still raging on, Tamsyn refusing to let Eloise inside. Eventually Leigh’s best friend made her way back to her car, and Devon followed his ex into her living room.

“What do you want Devon? You know, for a second I thought you were back for me. I’m such an idiot!” She shook her head sadly, tears brimming in her eyes.

“I’m sorry. I wouldn’t be here if I had a choice. Leigh’s missing.” He waited for his words to sink in, but Tamsyn just gave him a blank stare.

“I've been asking around, people who know her, her friends. I thought you might have seen her...When was the last time you spoke to her?” He continued, but she just shrugged carelessly, as if the mere thought of thinking about his sister was a waste of time.

“When I still shared your bed,” she retorted waspishly.

“I’m worried about her, for her safety. Please, if there’s anything you can tell me…” He choked on his words, and she looked up, concern in her eyes.

“I’m sorry I can’t help you. I haven’t seen Leigh in a while. Why don’t you ask the Frosts? She’s been hanging around there a lot, isn't it?” Her voice was much softer now.

“I did, they have no idea where she is, and they’ve cut their tour short. They are on the way home as we speak, but I can’t sit by and wait for their help. I have to find her!"

When he finally dragged himself out of bed, the day Leigh went missing, he was shocked to find an empty house. He'd wrongfully concluded she'd gone back to Krisis' place, and he didn't bother calling her. But after almost a day of no contact with her, he'd started worrying, and he'd called the Frosts. Michaela had informed him Krisis and her parents were in Twinbrook, they left the same morning Krisis dropped Leigh off at home. That's when he knew something was wrong. Leigh could not have gone to Twinbrook...Her cellphone was off, and it wasn't like her to just disappear without a word. Of the two of them, Leigh was the responsible one, his baby sister, and now she was gone.

She was missing for three days now. The cops had no leads, and he knew chances of her being found alive decreased dramatically with each passing minute. After hours of being transferred from one phone operator to another, he’d finally gotten through to Krisis last night.

Devon paced Tamsyn's living room, hoping she'd change her mind, tell him something, anything. Just as long as it would help find Leigh. He was a mess. He couldn't sleep, eat or even think straight...If only he hadn't gone to bed. He should have waited until she was safely inside their apartment. He should have stayed up...and now she was gone. It was all his fault.

Tamsyn’s shocked gasp stopped him mid-stride, and he frowned at her.

“What’s wrong?” He asked. She looked deathly pale, like she’d seen a ghost or something.

“I---There was a man, a few weeks ago, a vampire at Waylon’s haunt,” she cried shrilly, unable to form a complete sentence. 

She felt it in her gut, the vampire she met at the watering hole had something to do with Leigh’s disappearance. She shuddered when she remembered his burning eyes, the endless personal questions about Leigh… 

Oh God, could she be responsible for this mess?

“What man? What vampire?” Devon demanded; he was very close to squeezing the life out of her.

“I forgot his name. He was dark and scary, and I was at Waylon’s. He found me there, we got talking. I ranted about you and I must have mentioned Leigh because after that he seemed awfully interested in her…” She didn’t get to finish her story, she slowly backed away from Devon, convinced he was about to throttle her.

“You sold her out? Sold my sister out to a vampire you didn’t even know? What is wrong with you?” He thundered, inching closer to her.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to tell him, but it was like something had taken over me, like he was controlling my mind somehow. As soon as I mentioned how Leigh looked like Laura, and Krisis freaked because of that, Vladimir…yes, that was his name…He started grilling me and I couldn’t stop myself. I told him stuff,” she whispered, her eyes pleading for mercy.

“You'd better pray Leigh's found safe and sound, or so help me God, I am coming after you Tamsyn, and your vampire friend. I will kill you, make no mistake about it!” Devon whispered in an icy voice, before walking out. She sagged against the couch and cried with relief, grateful she wasn’t dead.

“See, I was right, when a man sends you packing, he means it!” Cheryl teetered into the room, a vacant expression in her eyes.

“Shut up mother!” Tamsyn hissed, and scrambled to her feet, quickly collecting her handbag. There must be something she could do to right this wrong, to win back Devon’s affections...