In the blink of an eye, he was right next to me with deep interested that looked into my soul. "Please, calm down, I am not going to hurt you," he said with a soft, subtle smile. "That guy was a vampire, from the look on your face, I knew that you'd figure it out," he said. "So what are you?" I asked, already knowing the answer. Any traces of any smiles he had were gone, he looked serious. "Are you scared?" he asked me. I thought about it, and I was. However, not as scared as I am when I think about the other vampire.
"Please, don't be scared," I promise I will not hurt you. "Why? I thought you killed people," I said. It didn't make sense, why was he saving me. What are his ulterior motives? This whole thing seemed like a movie or some story you'll find on the internet. "I try not to kill people, but I will not lie that even I have to feed," he said very dryly. It almost sounded like he was in pain to say it. "I will not lie to you, I saved you because you interested me. I have never come across another like you, with those eyes. Like mine," he cryptically said. He leaned in closer and I was able to see his eyes in the dim room. They were like mine. 2 different colors. Only his were a dark blue and a bright golden brown. Mine were a light blue and a hazel green. I never seen another like him either.
The doctors told my parents that it was a genetic mutation, rare, but it does occur. Why would my eyes interest him so much? "I am sorry for scaring you," he said, a bit sad. Now I was able to actually see his face, handsome. Black hair with an odd streak of white on the right side near his temple. He had a somewhat tan skin, but it was pale. And such full lips, a light touch of facial hair that made him look a bit older. All honesty, he looked like a teenager or someone in their early 20's. "Who are you?" I asked.
"My name is Christopher," he said, and he put his hand out as if to shake mine. I must've been bat shit crazy, but I automatically respond with my hand and my name, "I am Elena," I hesitantly said. He grabbed my hand and gently kissed my knuckles. "A pleasure to meet you," he said...it wasn't as mutual. "Would you like anything to drink or eat?" he asked me. I was starving, but wait, this was too casual. He is a fucking vampire, I almost got attacked by one. Aren't they all evil? They lie, what if this was some sick plot and the other guy is alive? My silence must've told him everything, for he was no longer showing that cute crooked smile. Cute? Did I just think his smile was cute?
"I am a vampire," he blatantly spoke, "but I promise you, I will not let harm come to you," he sounded almost sure. He looked at me very carefully, observing me, trying to read my movements and body language. I said nothing, until my stomach growled. "You're hungry," he said. But my stomach growling was more like a soft purr, I felt it more than I heard it.
"How do I know that you will not hurt me?" I asked, "I would have already done so if I truly wanted to harm you, but that is not my intention," he said. "If you choose to leave after you have eaten, you have every right to do so, but please, allow me to prove myself to you, Elena," he said. I must have been crazy for even thinking about it. "O-okay," I said. He smiled, and for some reason it brought warmth to see him smile.
I got up from the bed and became aware of the fact that I was in white robes with only my underwear and bra on. I blushed and got angry, had he undressed me? "Where are my clothes," I asked. He only chuckled, it was cute as well. "When you fell back, you hit mud and other things," he said with another soft chuckle, "So I changed your clothes and threw the dirty ones away," he said. "What?" I asked, "What will I wear?" I asked.
He smiled again and walked towards and opened a large closet door. He pulled out a lot of female clothes and accessories. "While you were resting, I went out and got you clothes to wear, I got them based on what I saw you wearing," he said. I walked over to the bed and was astounded, all these clothes were name brands and expensive. He stood by me, intently staring at me. "I wasn't sure what you'd like," he said. "I can't take this," I said lifting up jewelry, some of the most beautiful gold and diamond jewelry I have ever seen. "Please, take it" he said, "I have no use for it and I don't get much company" he sounded sad, and I surprisingly felt sorry for him.
He grabbed a beautiful long and thick gold chain and put it around my neck, I felt scared but invigorated. Knowing what he was, the thought of him being near my neck brought an erotic feel that frightened as much as it excited me. His cold fingers slid across my shoulders and it made sparks erupt from within me. He slowly moved my hair to one side and stood behind. He moved me to face a mirror and I watched him tower over me as he put on the necklace. "You look beautiful," he said. As he intently looked into my eyes from the mirror. "I thought you couldn't see vampires in the mirror," I asked.
He only chuckled more and he rested his hands on my shoulders, once again I felt the same melting sparkling sensation come from deep within my body. "That was a lie we came up with to help keep our secret," he said. I stared into the mirror and I looked at him as he stared at my neck, his mouth a bit open. He must have a lot of self-control, I know what he wants and he is keeping himself from harming me. I couldn't help but feel a bit flattered by him. He grabbed the gold chain and straightened it, and his fingers grazing my neck and shoulders felt...good. As twisted as it sounds, he was very handsome. He wore a loose back tank-top that showed off his built shoulders and hard chest. His arms were strong as well, big biceps but he wasn't overly built. He was more lean, but still you could tell his body was sculpted perfectly. He was taller than me, must've been 6'2" at least. And his corner smile brought a warm feeling to me. I couldn't explain it.
"Y-you should get dressed," he said stuttered out. He licked his lips and walked over to the bed. I couldn't resist in asking, "Are you okay?" I boldly said while turning around. He only looked at me and swallowed, "Sorry...its just that," his voice was dry, "I haven't fed in a few days and I'm very hungry," he took a deep breath, "and you smell sooo good...," he said as he closed his eyes and tilted his head back. My heart skipped a beat and sped up, silence engulfed the room. I stood there, feeling terrified and exhilarated. He brought some adrenaline and danger to my life. My boring life. He made it that much more interesting. And the more I spend time with him, the more I like being around him. It gave me proof that there is more to this world than what I had always known. And I was very curious to know more.
I didn't know what possessed me, but I found myself slowly walking towards him. For what, I didn't know, but I stared at him as I walked. I felt bewitched. He tensed up as I approached, and I put my hand on his face. He shuddered very slightly upon contact, his hand raised and grabbed mine. "This is dangerous," he warned me. "I know, and thats why I'm so curious," I replied. He looked shocked, confused. He hesitantly put his hand on my face and I smiled. He moved closer to me, and began to rip the robe with his fingers like nothing. He ripped it off me and revealed my white bra and white underwear. I was exposed to a demon from the shadows, and his eyes, his splendid peculiar eyes drank me in. I'm not sure if he noticed, but his teeth began to grow. Similar to the other vampire.
I was intrigued at the way he looked at me, I was deeply terrified but it didn't show. My body wanted him. He retracted his fangs, "I am sorry, I didn't mean to show you that," he said. "I want to see them," I replied. What was I thinking? He looked confused again, but he walked towards me, and rested his cool hand against my warm skin, those same sparks erupted. "Close your eyes" he said. I thought about it, not knowing what would come of it. But slowly I closed them, my heart becoming a bit faster. I became anxious, not knowing what this man, this vampire, would do.
Then I felt his cool lips against mine and grazed them gently. I melted inside. He slid his tongue out and took a swipe at my lips, I only "mmm'd" in satisfaction; my eyes still closed. Then his tongue forced its way into my mouth and I reacted just as passionately. His lips were sucking on mine, his hands exploring my backside while my hands crept up and down his short messy hair. Our tongues danced and twirled and my body felt weak. I felt a moisture stir between my legs.