When I saw her lying in her bed, fast asleep, I swear I almost killed over. My hand lowered to my side and I stepped inside her room, walking slowly until I was beside her bed.
She was on her side, her cheek pressed in her pillow, hair all over the place, just like it always was. I should have left right then and there. I would have been a better person if I did. But apparently, I was a selfish asshole. I let my fingers touch her hair, brushing it back and tucking it behind her ear.
She breathed deeply, sound asleep, not feeling the electricity, which was making me sweat; it was so hot.
I wished I could lean down and kiss her, press my lips through her cheeks. Honestly, I wished I could do a lot of things to her, things that could only be done behind closed doors. But that would never happen. Not if I couldn’t fix the vision from happening the way that it was supposed to.
She let out a long sigh, like she sensed I was there. I decided it was time to go. I started to turn as she rolled over on her back. And what I saw made me sick. Her hands were tied, the rope cutting into her wrist. Blood was all over her neck and her shirt and it looked like … I swept her hair from her neck. Bit marks.
“What the?” I fell to my knees, placing my hands on her cheeks, my skin burning from her touch. “Gemma. Can you hear me?”
Her eyelids began to flutter open, but she looked like she was struggling. I pressed my hand to her cheek, her forehead. God, if he turned her I was going to kill him.
“Alex,” she mumbled, her eyes fluttering open. Then she was looked at me, like she thought she was dead. Her violet eyes wide and glossed over.
“You’re okay,” I said, but wasn’t so sure.
What's going on here? (A teaser from ThePromise)
He didn’t smile at my joke, backing me into the room and locking the door. The look he was giving me, for some reason, made me think of Talking Head’s “Psycho Killer.”
“You know, I don’t think I’ve told you how thankful I am for how great you’ve been to me.” He fiddled with the knife, cutting a narrow line into the top of the dresser. “You accepted me, vampire and all.”
“Laylen,” I said, my voice gentle. “Just because you’re a vampire, doesn’t mean you’re bad.” I placed a hand on his arm. “You’re good and you need to start thinking that about yourself.”
His gaze moved to me, bright blue and beautiful. “Still … you trust me?”
“Of course I trust you,” I said. “Sometimes I trust you more than anyone.”
His lips slowly crept up. “I know you do.” He lazily moved in front of me, running his finger down my bare arm. “You know I never thanked you for that day in alley, when you saved me from dying. Letting me bite you like that, it was really amazing.”
I grew uncomfortable, remembering the bite and all the feelings that came with it. My skin warmed, my pulse quickened, and I knew he can sense it. “I couldn’t let you die.”
“You could have.” His fingers grazed my wrist, resting on my vein. “You didn’t have to let me bite you.”
“Yes I did.” My voice came unsteady.
He rubbed his lips together, touching my wrist, watching it with passion.
“Are you okay,” I asked, trying to catch his gaze. “You seem kind of …”
His eyes met mine. “Kind of what?”
I swallowed hard. “Off.”
Something in his expression sent a chill down my spine. “Off how?” He trailed his hand to my cheek, gently stroking my skin. “You’re so beautiful.”
Most girls would have been flattered. But I knew better. Something was wrong. I grabbed his hand, trying to lift it from my cheek. “Laylen … I don’t think—“ He put his hand across my mouth.
“Stop talking,” he said and the dark shift in his eyes wound a knot in my stomach.
Suddenly, his fangs slid out, like murderous blood seekers, wanting to devour me. I tried to pull away, but he snatched my wrists and crashed me into him. His body was ice-cold and so were his eyes. He breathed in my neck, his breath warm against my skin. “You smell so good … I just can’t … can’t …” Then his fangs sunk into my neck.
I struggled to pull away, but he was a vampire and a Keeper and much stronger than me. He shoved me to the bed and I screamed as his fangs dipped deeper.
“You know, I don’t think I’ve told you how thankful I am for how great you’ve been to me.” He fiddled with the knife, cutting a narrow line into the top of the dresser. “You accepted me, vampire and all.”
“Laylen,” I said, my voice gentle. “Just because you’re a vampire, doesn’t mean you’re bad.” I placed a hand on his arm. “You’re good and you need to start thinking that about yourself.”
His gaze moved to me, bright blue and beautiful. “Still … you trust me?”
“Of course I trust you,” I said. “Sometimes I trust you more than anyone.”
His lips slowly crept up. “I know you do.” He lazily moved in front of me, running his finger down my bare arm. “You know I never thanked you for that day in alley, when you saved me from dying. Letting me bite you like that, it was really amazing.”
I grew uncomfortable, remembering the bite and all the feelings that came with it. My skin warmed, my pulse quickened, and I knew he can sense it. “I couldn’t let you die.”
“You could have.” His fingers grazed my wrist, resting on my vein. “You didn’t have to let me bite you.”
“Yes I did.” My voice came unsteady.
He rubbed his lips together, touching my wrist, watching it with passion.
“Are you okay,” I asked, trying to catch his gaze. “You seem kind of …”
His eyes met mine. “Kind of what?”
I swallowed hard. “Off.”
Something in his expression sent a chill down my spine. “Off how?” He trailed his hand to my cheek, gently stroking my skin. “You’re so beautiful.”
Most girls would have been flattered. But I knew better. Something was wrong. I grabbed his hand, trying to lift it from my cheek. “Laylen … I don’t think—“ He put his hand across my mouth.
“Stop talking,” he said and the dark shift in his eyes wound a knot in my stomach.
Suddenly, his fangs slid out, like murderous blood seekers, wanting to devour me. I tried to pull away, but he snatched my wrists and crashed me into him. His body was ice-cold and so were his eyes. He breathed in my neck, his breath warm against my skin. “You smell so good … I just can’t … can’t …” Then his fangs sunk into my neck.
I struggled to pull away, but he was a vampire and a Keeper and much stronger than me. He shoved me to the bed and I screamed as his fangs dipped deeper.
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