Fear Of The Dark

[[SARAH]]

Queer-eye had left by now, and Brian and Zack were still gone. Johnny had left the room, unable to share the same air as Kirsty at the moment. He wasn't disgusted or disgraced with her, just disappointed, although that is also a 'dis' word.

It was now just me and Kirsty and her father. He looked at me, looking me up and down. I always had a feeling he never liked his little girl being around me.

"So Sarah," we'd gotten over using my last name a long time ago, when he realised he wasn't going to get rid of me. "Have you found yourself a suitor?" I refrained myself from rolling my eyes.

"I do not require a suitor. I am quite capable of finding my own man thank you very much," I replied as politely as my temper would allow. Another thing he didn't like about me. My fiery spirit. In his view, women should remain quiet at all times.

News flash, I don't follow rules. Even Zack picked up on that, unfortunately for me.

"Well, you should find yourself someone to marry very soon. Nobody will want you if you hold out for too long," he replied snidely, before walking out the room, the door closing behind him. I let out a slow shaky breath, allowing the blazing fire inside me to cool down.

"So, Kirsty. You're, well, you're getting married. I, I didn't think you would say yes honestly," I simply said. Kirsty kept quiet. She could see I was confused, annoyed and angry. If you thought werewolves are scary, you haven't seen anything until you see a woman filled with those emotions stated above.

Hell hath no fury like a woman's scorn.

I began to pace, having to move. I couldn't stay still. I was upset. She didn't love this man. As much as she would deny it, I knew she was head over heels for Brian. And judging from his quick exit, he was mirroring her feelings.

After a few minutes of strained silence I finally exploded. Any manners I had where thrown out of the window.

"Fucking hell Kirsty! Why the hell did you agree to marry him? Goodness, if he was at least moderately good-looking, I wouldn't mind! But he's not! You can do so much better Kirsty!" I shouted at her. She sat there, silent, letting me get my fury out.

"You held out for so long Kirsty, so fucking long. And then you give yourself up to him?! I'm appalled to be perfectly honest," I finished, sitting down and looking at her.

"Why did you say yes?" I whispered, looking straight at her. She sighed softly, and ran her hands over her face. "My parents aren't as nice as yours Sarah. Mine are for convenience rather than love. My father is very strict Sarah, you know that. I'll be frank, he despises you. He's held out on me this long, but now he's getting annoyed. I need to marry to be able to unlock the de Farrars fortunes."

I stared at her, frowning slightly.

"It's easy for you Sarah. You don't have the pressure of having to marry. You and Zack can both realise you're madly in love, get married and have the perfect little were-babies to finish off your family. I can't marry who I love," she whispered.

I ignored the fact she'd finally revealed who she loved, and walked over to her, hugging her.

"I'm sorry you can't have who you wish. I'm worried I won't get to marry who I want too, because he'll be looked down upon. But you, I can't even comprehend," I whispered softly to her, my arms still wrapped round her.

She held her hand to her head.

"I think I shall go to bed, I have a headache." I nodded and let her go, watching her walk out of the door.

[[ZACK]]

We walked back into the house to see Kirsty climbing the stairs and heading towards her room. Brian looked after her longingly, before sighing and shaking his head, walking towards the kitchen.

I moved into the living room, and saw the rest of the guys sat around. They started when I walked in, looking almost, afraid. My eyebrow rose in confusion.

"What's wrong?" I asked. Matt sighed and shook his head.

"Sarah is a very scary lady when she shouts, I'm just saying that," he said simply. My forehead furrowed in slight confusion at his words. Walking back out, I walked towards where we had been before, seeing Sarah sat on the sofa, staring at the fireplace.

I sat next to her, and looked at her. She was pretty deep in thought.

"You okay?" I asked softly. She looked at me, her eyes looking straight into mine. And whatever she said afterwards, I didn't hear. Because for the first time, I actually noted her eye colour.

I can quite honestly say, I had never seen an eye colour like it. At first glance, they looked a very dark shade of grey, but now I noticed there was a blue tint to it. It was very unusual, and quite striking.

"Zack? Zack are you listening to me?" I shook my head, startled as I came back down from wherever I had been. "Sorry, I wasn't listening. I got distracted. You have very pretty eyes by the way," I rambled. Her cheeks blushed furiously.

"Thank you," she mumbled shyly. I couldn't help the corners of my mouth turn upwards at her shyness. Especially as earlier the guys had been terrified of her.

"Anyway, yes, I'm okay. Just, annoyed I suppose at Kirsty's father. To put it simply, he's an arsehole. I despise him, and he despises me. He even asked if I had a suitor, the disgrace of it," she sneered at the fire. I frowned.

"I can find my own suitor. Someone whom I actually like, and who likes me back. Not just because it's convenience," she finished, sighing softly and pulling at some thread in her dress.

"No matter how long it takes me," she added sadly. I sighed gently, and looked at her. If it weren't forbidden you would already have a ring on your finger. In fact, there's always that chance it could happen.

"So, you said you had love interests. Tell me them, please," I added at the end, wanting to sound not so desperate to find it out. She blushed again slightly. "Why do you care to know?" She teased. I smiled.Because I want to know if I have a chance "Because I just want to know," I said casually. She stared at me, and for a moment, I was worried she knew. But instead, she simply nodded, sighing at the same time. Reluctance showing in every fibre of her.

"The first one was a man who lived down my street. He was very nice, kind and always considerate. I actually considered him, but then he married another girl and moved up to the countryside." I nodded, gesturing for her to continue.

"The second I wouldn't have even got a second glance. He was very rich; I used to see him come into my Uncles surgery. Because, well, rich people were more common there. But yet again, he married a very beautiful rich girl," she sighed sadly. I couldn't help but feel sorry for her.

"And the final one, err, well. He's rich, considerate, protective, although he can have an attitude sometimes," she was very vague about him. I frowned. "Do I know him?" I asked hesitantly. She smiled, before nodding. "Oh yes, very well," her mouth turned upwards slightly.

I felt like I'd just been hit in the stomach by a horse. "This might sound stupid, but is it Brian?" I whispered. She looked at me and laughed, not replying to my question. I felt ill. Here I was, finally letting my heart win me over, and she throws me the wild card.

"It's not Brian," she whispered, smiling. I still felt sick though. It wasn't me. I wanted to be sick. The jealousy I'd felt before had nothing on this. A poor girl had affected me so bad, it was amazing. Love really is blind.

"So what about you? Who are your interests?" She smiled. I gulped. There was no way I was telling her now. "Err, there's only one. But, she's out of my league. So to speak," More like below my league. I cringed at the thought, in reality she was in my league, and above it. To everyone else, she was far, far below.

But since when did I listen to everyone else?