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Elora

I blinked my eyes open, the sunlight basically blinding me. I squinted, looking around my room, realizing that Felix must have put me to bed after I fell asleep. That explains why I'm still in a towel...

My back hurt, but it's nothing too horrible, and my neck feels the same. I rubbed my eyes as yesterday's events flashed through my mind.

Everything happened so fast, but I remember how scared I felt. Elliot, a werewolf was torn in half. I've never seen something so vulgar in my life. There's not a doubt in my mind that Jonas is also dead.

I don't pity them, they tried to kill me. But I wish I never saw my guys act that way. Years ago when Quin licked the knife that had my blood on it, I thought he was scary then. After seeing him grab a huge wolfs upper and lower jaws and rip it's body like it was nothing, I know they've sheltered me from what they're true my capable of.

Same with Lucifer and Eugene, they removed Jonas's arms from his body like they were toothpicks.

When it comes down to it, I'm just glad they came. I wouldn't be here right now if Lucifer never heard me.

I sat up, noticing that it's already mid morning. I sucked in a breath, seeing that I'm insanely late for school. I slept for so long...

I quickly padded my way into the bathroom, scrubbing myself again, the memory of being covered in blood still burned in my brain. I'm glad Duke was here to help me, I don't even think I could have cleaned myself properly, I was so shaken up.

I left my hair slightly damp, not having time to do anything with it. I put on a burnt orange skirt and black crop top and headed down the stairs.

I've only been late once before a few years ago and Dane woke me up. Why didn't he come get me? Or Eugene, he's usually stern when it comes to school.

By the time I got to the bottom of the steps I figured out I'm not going to school today. One of them would have woken me up if I had somewhere to be.

I guess this is best, as much as I might not like it. I'm not feeling up for school today anyways, not after two students I was giving a tour to tried to kill me. I think a few days away will be a good thing.

Eugene was waiting for me at the bottom of the stairs, dressed in dark jeans and a gray button down shirt. His eyes watched me closely, and I wanted to make a joke about still being alive, but it's too soon.

I stood on the last step, making me almost the same height as him. I pressed my lips together, "I'm not going to school today, am I?"

He shook his head, "No. Not for a few days," he spoke softly.

He looked worried, watching me like I'll crumble any second. I tilted my head at him, "I'm okay, Eugene."

He let out a breath and carefully wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into his chest, "I'm not going to let anyone hurt you ever again," his voice was more stern now. I felt his hands tangle in my hair as he squeezed me impossibly closer to him.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, his touch warmed my whole body, like he's my personal campfire. "I know you won't," I pulled away to look into his unusually bright red eyes. "Where is everyone?" I asked, taking note of how quiet it is.

"Dane went to get your school work for the next week, Duke went to get you a new phone, and the others are out trying to figure out if anyone else knows about you," he informed.

My shoulder slumped, feeling guilty. I crossed an arm over my stomach, "I didn't mean to cause you all so much trouble," I sighed. Felix, Lucifer, and Duke just got back and this is how they're spending their time.

Eugene wrapped his strong arm around my thighs, picking me up my them and walking to the kitchen. I practically sat on his arm, allowing my fingers to play with his hair. I like being carried, I always have.

He sat me down on the counter, "This isn't your fault, we're doing this because we have to. It's our job. And the thought of something happening to you-"

"You won't let anything happen to me. None of you will," I stopped him from stressing. I feel like everyone's said the same thing to me since the attack, that they won't let anyone hurt me again.

He rested both of his hands on either side of me, caging me between his arms. Their eyes change to a bright red whenever they're angry or craving blood. I guess Eugene is still very upset.

I bit my lip, watching his handsome face soften, "Elora I have to ask you something," he whispered.

"Ask," I matched his tone. I got nervous at his closeness, but his warmth was pulling me in.

His eyes didn't look away from mine as I felt his fingertips brush over my bare knee. My eyes shifted down, watching his hand move closer to my thigh, stopping where my skirt ended. He continued drawing small patterns on my leg. His fingertips shot small flames that traveled up my thigh.

"What do you feel... right now?" His eyes studied me closely.

I widened my eyes, feeling caught. Is he talking about the warm tingles? How could he possibly know that? I haven't told anyone... Lucifer.

I nervously swung my feet, looking at his large hand that covers most of my thigh. "I don't know..." I mumbled. It's embarrassing to admit the feeling. To be fair, it's kind of the truth, because I really don't know what it is.

Eugene firmly grabbed my chin, making me meet his bright eyes, "I've taught you everything you know. That's why you don't know how to lie," he detected. "Tell me."

I sighed, grabbing his arm, and softly ran my fingertips up and down his forearm a few times, hopefully making a small trickily feeling. I continued, "It's like that, only everywhere," I admitted.

He nodded slowly, watching my hand. "When do you feel it?" He continued.

I blinked up and stared at him for a few seconds. I don't want to talk about this. "When I touch you... any of you," I answered.

"When did it start?"

I bit my lip, thinking back to the night I gave Lucifer a hug. I felt it then. I shrugged, "When they came back home," I realized. A sudden panic washed over me, why is he asking these questions? Am I sick?! Is that why I keep getting the tingles? What if I get them when I touch everyone? Obviously I wouldn't know because I don't like touching other people besides them. Germs.

I widened my eyes, "Is there something wrong with me? Do I have a disease?" I thought out loud.

Eugene chuckled, "No, nothings wrong with you-"

"We should have Dane look, what if I'm dying?" I concluded.

He gave me a pointed look, shitting me up quickly. He grabbed my hand, holding it in front of me, "You can't be sick, because whatever the feeling is, we all have it too," he watched me for a reaction.

I stared at our hands, feeling the tickles. They can feel them too? Why didn't they say anything?" I guess I'm a hypocrite, but still. It would have made me feel much more normal if they said something. I shifted my gaze to him, "You can feel them?" I asked softly.

He nodded. He let go of my hand and caged me in again, "Elora, if you ignore the tingles, how do you feel about us?" He hesitantly questioned.

I pouted, "That's a stupid question, I love you," I rolled my eyes.

He chuckled, "I know, sweetheart." His eyes wondered my face, trying to find the right words, "There's different kinds of love-"

"All of them," I said in a duh tone. I make it very clear that I love love love them. Eugene needs to pay more attention, or I need to love more aggressively. I like the second option better.

His eyes turned darker, and he laughed, shaking his head. He stepped away, walking toward the pantry, "Sorry for questioning you," he joked, looking happy.

I faintly heard the front door open, but another question about the tingles came into my head. "Eugene?" I started.

He glanced at me, a small amused smile still on his lips. "Yes, love?"

I pushed my eyebrows together, not knowing how to describe it. "Sometimes when the tingling happens, I can feel it in my privates," I continued swinging my feet as I spoke. "Like I have to use the bathroom, but I don't actually," I explained. I looked up at him, seeing his eyes wide and his mouth opened. "What is that?"

The kitchen door opened with a loud thud, "Elora..." he smirked at me, slowly entering the kitchen. "Naughty, naughty..."