The morning after the party Cameron woke to the beautiful yet annoying birdsong just outside her window. It was just like any other morning, with one exception; there was someone in her bed with her.
Jerking awake when she noticed a hand was caressing up and down her side, Cameron bolted up to a sitting position and turned to see who was with her. Panic at an intruder melted away when she met familiar glittering green eyes.
Elias grinned at her knowingly, reminding her of exactly why he was there.
Last night had not exactly been the most romantic experience of her young life. Cameron had been sick and confused then whisked away for a terrifying high speed ride on the back of Elias' motorcycle. By the time he had escorted her through the door, she spent more time hovering over the toilet than giving him a tour of her house.
Elias, despite his so-far horrible visit, seemed in a great mood. Cameron couldn't understand what had him so thrilled; he'd spent most of the night holding her hair back from her face as she vomited repeatedly. Her stomach muscles felt like she'd done too many crunches.
Figuring it must not have fazed him since he was still in her house - in her bed - she laid back down facing him, wondering what she should say. Thank you? Sorry? Good morning?
"Good morning," Elias said, brushing a stray hair back from her forehead.
"Hey," Cameron answered. Her throat was scratchy.
"Usually this happens further into a relationship, but with you, everything seems to be a bit rushed." Elias grinned at her.
Cameron was processing his words at the same time as she realized what a state she must be in; her breath was probably horrible, and who knows what she looked like. Her only response was to blush.
Elias sighed and rubbed her cheek. "I love the way your cheeks flush when you're around me. You know just how to flirt."
Cameron's eyes widened at the thought of how her cheeks burned, a rush of blood to her face that said hello. She buried her face into her pillow like an ostrich.
Elias chuckled.
She felt him move closer and inwardly cursed her stupidity; by hiding her face, she'd inadvertently exposed her neck to him. Probably not the best idea when next to a vampire. God, was she really so clumsy?
"Not clumsy... you're a natural temptress." Elias said before he kissed her neck.
Everything left Cameron's mind when she started focusing on the feel of his lips at her throat, soft and gentle, yet hiding a real threat to her life. She slowly suffocated herself with her pillow. When Cameron emerged for air, she peeked through her hair to see Elias roll from the bed and stand in the dim morning light.
The vampire was wearing black boxer-briefs.
Cameron watched in fascination as the muscles in Elias' back rippled as he stretched, his pale skin shifting over his form in way that had her mouth watering. When he heard her thought, he turned to give her a wry smile and she thought again what a mess she must look.
She glanced at the clock and sat up, looking around her room. It was light enough for early morning but it was almost noon. Her eyes went to her windows and she saw that some makeshift curtains had been created out of spare sheets and a blanket.
"I'm your hostage today," Elias said when she looked at him questioningly. "There's no way for me to leave your home until nightfall. Will this cause a problem with your parents?"
Cameron shook her head. "My parents are at the club all day on Saturdays. I usually just have the day to myself."
"Well then," Elias said, crossing to her bathroom door. "I hope you are in the mood for some extensive pampering."
Cameron didn't know how to respond as she watched him disappear through the door. Pampering? From a vampire?
She heard water pouring into her tub and was instantly nervous and eager. A bath. She'd love a bath. She
needed
a bath.
***
Melanie stared groggily up at the ceiling. Her head throbbed.
She wondered if a hangover felt like this. She'd never experienced one, but it was probably close. The light was too bright but she could tell it wasn't actually glaring. Still, it was enough to hurt her eyes.
"Hey, she's waking up... Dose her again."
Melanie felt panic try to rear up inside her but she was just too sleepy. A man... there was a man's voice. One she didn't recognize.
"Aw, come on," another voice said, "She's tied. It's not like she can go anywhere."
"Just do it." The first voice was gruff.
Melanie's eyes tried to focus on the face as it came into view, but it was blurry. All she could make out was sandy blonde hair in messy spikes and a youthful face with a bit of stubble.
"It's okay," the face said, "this is probably the last time."
"Dammit, Ian, just gas her and get back over here!" the gruff voice called from somewhere nearby.
Melanie watched as a clear mask approached her face. She turned her head, but the hand guiding the mask simply followed her movement, latching onto her nose and mouth easily.
It only took a few breaths before she watched the world fade to dissolve and...
***
Kristie moaned into her pillow and squinted, unable to ignore the bright light flooding into her room any longer. What was the deal? She specifically had her curtains set to dim the morning light for just this reason.
Turning her head and groaning, she stayed still long enough to attempt going back to sleep until her mind locked on a simple thought; one that made her jump to a kneeling position and stare around her room.
Daman was gone.
Fuck!
Did he burn up or something? She cursed again and looked over the sheets then dove down to study the floor, first one side, then the other.
Shit, shit, shit!