Chapter 4 The Right Room 13

Fiamara’s POV

“You look new,” The athletic built guy, with dusty brown hair stated as he sauntered closer to me. His complexion was pale, yet his dark eyes sent shivers down my spine. “What do you want here?” He asked, wearing a smirk. 

I picked my luggage quickly and made to turn and walk out. “Umm.” I gulped down the heat of dread I felt in my throat. “This must be a mista—” 

Before I could finish, he reached where I was with the speed of light and took the pamphlet from me. A whiff of his lavender shampoo went up my nostrils. He glanced through the pamphlet, humming. 

The slender guy, who looked more divine and ethereally beautiful was still standing there, observing us. His eyes carried the ray of sunlight hitting greens in the woods. There was something about the way he tilted his head sideways, scanning me. 

“You are in the wrong room.” He handed me the pamphlet. 

Well, I was just about to tell you that and leave before you stopped me. I thought as I fought from rolling my eyes. 

I reached for it, he smirked, grazing my finger with his. Cold spiraled up my veins from his touch. I yanked my hand away. 

Why did his touch feel like he just came back from the north pole? 

“How are you so cold?” I asked, curiously. Immediately regretting it as he came closer to me. I should have just turned and left. 

“Oh, you must be new. I am a—” he paused. Then parted his lips, and closed his eyes. He opened his eyes and they were blood red. Fangs grew out of his mouth as he pulled in even closer. 

My eyes bulged as I backed away, but he held my arm. I flinched at his cold firm grip. “What are you doing— doing?” I asked as he dropped towards my neck. I was literally shaking, wondering if he was about to bite me. 

My pleading eyes reached the divine looking boy. Why isn’t he doing anything to stop him?

“I am a vampire.”

My eyes bulged out, almost falling from their sockets. “Vam— Vampire?” I asked shakily.

He closed his eyes and when he opened them, they had switched back to black colour and his fangs retracted. “You are free to stay here with us though. Just get comfortable, I promise not to bite you.”

I shook my head, as I faked a smile. “No, thank you.”

There was no way I was going to stay in a room with boys— that are Vampires. 

“Stop teasing her, Raziel,” the other guy spoke up. He was standing right next to us, fully dressed in a flower themed short sleeved shirt and denim jeans. 

‘How did he get dressed so fast? I heard Vampires had super speed. Is he one too?’ I thought to myself. 

“Ugh. Theron, you are such a kill-joy,” Raziel grumbled as he let go of me. I heaved in relief as the cold reduced when he stepped away. 

Theron smiled and took my bag from me. “I am not a Vampire, but a Fae,” he tilted his head, looking into my eyes. 

‘What?! Did he just read my thoughts?’

“Yes, because you think quite loudly. Name?”

“Fiamara Calder.” I gulped. 

“Dragon?” Theron asked, pinching his chin.

How did he know that again?

“Can I?” He asked for the pamphlet. I gave it to him and he looked at it, then nodded. “I’ll point you in the right direction.” He left the room, gracefully. It was more like he was gliding in the air.  

I gave one last look to Raziel, he winked at me. Heat flushed through my inside. I blinked, throwing my head the other way as I hurriedly followed Theron. 

“That corner, first room.” Theron said, standing in the hallway. His hand pointed in the direction.

“Thank you,” I said smiling. A burst of flower fragrance hit me, making me close my eyes, drawing his scent in as I walked past him.

“Miss Calder?” He called me and I halted, facing him. “You are the last royal dragon everyone has been talking about.” 

I nodded. “So, I was told,” I replied, keeping eye contact with him. Something about his gaze calmed me from within. It was like I was sitting in a garden filled with magical flowers under a warm sunlit sky.

He seemed to know his way around here so well. Maybe, I could be his friend.

He sighed. “You should be careful, titles like that don't make you a legacy, but rather a target.”

An unsettling feeling curled up in my stomach. “Okay—” Before I could finish what I was saying, he gave a quick nod and went back inside the room. 

I started in the direction he pointed me. “I just met a Vampire and a Fae, at least they didn’t try to kill me like that werewolf, but who knows what else was out there.” I sighed, my shoulders sagging. “I just need to settle for now and figure out a way to get the hell out of here.”

I knocked on the door, bearing the number 13. Hopefully it was the right one. I paused shortly and then raised my hand to knock again. The door clicked open and my hand froze mid way.

A blonde girl poked her head from beside the door. She was chewing gum loudly. Her blue eyes scanned me. I pressed my lips into a thin line. She looked ethereally beautiful. 

“Hello,” I greeted. 

“Lana, who is there?” A beautiful voice called from inside. 

Lana looked me in the eyes as she shrugged. “No one.”

I staggered back, shocked as she slammed the door on my face. I looked around, embarrassed. 

“What just happened? Is she blind or something?” I asked myself. Then I heaved a deep breath, annoyance pushing up my nerve. I balled my hand into a fist and banged on the door this time. 

“Hey!! I was standing right in front of you!” I shouted, raising my tone. 

“Lana, why did you say no one was there?” The girl who spoke from inside earlier asked as she opened the door. She looked out with a raised brow, instantly freezing the moment she saw me. “Who are you?” 

My brows were crossed. “Fiamara, and this says that this is my room.” I raised the pamphlet.

She furrowed her brows and stepped aside. “Well then, come in.” 

Without sparing her another glance. I walked inside the hostel. Lana sat on a bed at the end of the large room, arms crossed, frowning. 

There were three beds in the massive room. I figured the one at the left side with no personal belongings or decorations around it was mine, so I headed towards it. 

“Why did you have to let her in, Arya,” Lana grumbled. “This room was already stuffy with just two people in it.”

I rolled my eyes and settled on my bed. “Stuffy?” I mumbled to myself. “This room is not even half filled with anything.” 

“I heard you, loud and clear, miss,” She replied. “If you don’t learn manners and stay out of my business, I will teach you some.” She glared at me. 

Oh no. How did she hear my whisper? God. Everyone here is supernatural. Maybe, I should stay low and try to survive, at least that way I could escape alive someday. 

“You look familiar. Are you a dragon?” Arya asked, narrowing her eyes at me.

Lana burst out into laughter. “In her dreams. The last dragon is of the royal bloodline. I’m sure it’s just a coincidence that she has red hair.”