I woke slowly and looked at the ceiling for a long time without thinking. Then, it occured to me to maybe think about what had happened after I had fallen asleep.
"Julian!" I shrieked and sat up. He walked in holding a cup of coffee, a drink he had become addicted to while living with me.
Now, I need to take a moment here to describe exactly what he was wearing. Semi-tight black leather pants was the name of the game. Nothing else. My mouth pretty much watered as I took in his bare upper body. Fascinating stuff, that.
"Okay, now what what happened last night?" I looked back up to his face to see a mask in it's place. I hated it when he did that. I already wasn't able to go anywhere near his mind without him letting me, and this told me nothing of what he was feeling.
"Your..." He stopped to glance at me and then his gaze went to someplace above my head. "friend, Damon was being troublesome. And after that, I influenced you to sleep."
"First of all, why did you influence me, and secondly, how the hell did you get through my shields?" He leaned against the doorframe and simply looked at me with this extremely demeaning exasperated look on his face. I frowned at him.
"What happened after I feel asleep?" It was another thought to worry about. My eyes widened and I lifted the sheet to look down at myself. Quickly the sheet was dropped back down and clutched tightly to my chest. I jumped up, while wrapping it around me, so he wouldn't be able to look down at me and stalked over to the snake.
"You certainly like it rough." Julian smiled, still able to look down at me despite my efforts. There was a dawning of something akin to horror in me. He was joking. He had to be. He would never do something like that to me.... would he?
"You're lying! I would have felt that! I'd remember something like that!" I jabbed my finger into the centre of his chest to prove my point, but I was having doubts. He was extremely powerful. There might be a chance, I refused to think about that right then.
"You keep telling yourself that." He grabbed my wrist away from him and then leaned in close to whisper in my ear. "If it gives you pleasure..."
"You asshole!" My fury at him, for doing this to me while I was under his influence and at myself for trusting him even though I knew he couldn't be trusted, erupted. I wrenched my hand from his, and then slapped him as hard as I could.
There was a moment of pure satisfaction and silence as his head snapped back with the strength of the blow and I could see the beginning of a wonderful bruise in the red handprint on his perfect face.
Then, I panicked. He looked back to me with an almost murderous gleam in his eye.
Bolting to the bathroom, I locked the door behind me and pretty much prayed. He was so angry!
Everything that was happening suddenly flooded me, and I couldn't deal with it. Tears came easily as I sat on the closed lid of the toilet with my head buried in my hands. I was amazed at myself. The last time I had cried had been when Damon had left and now I was crying over Julian doing the opposite. I didn't even understand myself, it was no wonder I didn't understand them.
"BONNIE! Get out here NOW!" Julian's yelling and banging on the door somehow made my sobs louder. I had finally made him lose control over himself, and yet, that made me feel so much worse.
I could feel myself trembling and was relieved when the banging stopped.
"Bonnie? Are you crying?" His voice seemed to soften and I looked to the door in suprise. What did he care? All I was to him was a little sex toy!
"Go away!" The effect of my yell was lost somewhat when my voice cracked in the middle and I started crying once more.
"Don't cry...." His hands cupped my face as he stared into my eyes, the last bit of shimmery stuff disappearing from his travel. I shut my eyes and leaned into his hands relaxing completly when he softly placed his lips against mine in a gentle kiss.
