Indeed this is the sequel to "JUST MY LUCK". i hope you all enjoy this little piece! it may take a while before i can update again, due to Finals comming up! :D but i hope you all enjoy!
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Chapter 1
It feels just like just yesterday that I was holding Jake in my arms as he mourned his mother's death. It feels just like yesterday that I seen him die.
I wish that I had died that day, 3 years ago. I wish that if there was a God out there, that he would spare me this life and take me away. Take me to a place where I could be with Jake and his mom again. Where I wouldn't be the monster that I am today.
But, instead I am. I suffer to live this horrible way, to be a monster, to live with a monster. That every time I try to take my own life I'm brought back by the devil himself. The monster that made me this way, to drink the blood of humans.
I opened my eyes, still feeling the effect of the fresh dream. The dream I dream of every night, the death of Jake. I relive it every night, but this nights dream was different. Something about it was different but I couldn't put my finger on it.
I sat up awkwardly because my wrist was still chained to the steel bed post. On the nightstand was a single large glass of red substance. I reached over and grabbed it, grimacing as I drink it all down. This disgusting substance I'm cursed to drink to survive. I don't like thinking about who died so that I could live. But I can't help it; I've tried to go on without it, so that I could die, but every time, Max uses force.
Speaking of the devil; Max waltz into the room with that disgusting smile on his face.
"Good morning my precious." He says sitting at the edge of the bed.
I slowly set the empty glass down on the nightstand, refraining myself from throwing it at his handsome face.
He sighs when I don't respond to him, and continues on with his façade.
"So, when are you going to forgive me and act like a normal wife?" he asked me with a hidden threat in his voice.
I stare at him for a while that it seems as if I won't reply.
"I'm NOT your wife." I say with so much venom in my voice. "And you can forget about me ever forgiving you."
He sighs again. "When will you just get over it? I mean it's been 5 years already."
"3." I snap.
"3 what honey?"
"It's been 3 years, and don't call me honey." I say disgusted.
He makes a dismissive noise and gets up, retrieving the glass and walking out the door.
God, I hate my life. The disgusting bastard made me "marry" him 1 month after the incident. I tried to fight the whole time they married us. There was even a festival.
Mark walked into the room carrying a towel and spare clothes. Mark, who is also a vampire. If I didn't hate vampires so much I'd consider him nice.
I can't count how many times he's had to carry me back to the bed and chain me to it, when I tried to escape.
He unchained me from the bed and walked me towards the bathroom. The worst part about this is that there is no privacy. I take showers without a curtain and I'm always on high alert. They don't trust me ever since I tried killing myself with the shaver. Of course it never worked and that's why I am now watched when I take showers. Honestly it's disgusting. I mean really? Who does that? What kind of sick, demented creature can just watch someone take a shower? But I suppose it means nothing because he is a male, and I am a female.
I started the water waiting for it to get hot and sat on the covered toilet. I think Mark is starting to trust me more because he turns his back while I shower, which really gives me an advantage, but it's like he knows what I'm thinking because he always turns around when I try anything suspicious.
I test the water with my fingertips. Just the way I like it. I get up to start taking my clothes off but wait a moment lifting my eyebrows and stare at Mark until he turns around. Then I start taking my clothes off quickly and step inside the shower, sighing as the hot water soothes the tension in my shoulders. I soap my body quickly trying to get clean as quickly as possible. I can completely understand why every time I get the shaver Mark looks over his shoulder just incase, but it doesn't make it any better.
I mean just because the guy is smoking hot doesn't mean I don't care if he sees me naked. Especially, since he's a vampire. It makes no difference now that I'm a vampire that I should dismiss the fact that he is.
I lift my leg on the side of the shower and start shaving. It feels completely different now that I'm a vampire, but it doesn't matter. I hate the fact that I am what I am. I wish I was just normal, but that will never happen. I'm completely absorbed in thought that when I switch to shave my other leg I look up to see Mark staring at me. The look in his eyes chills me to the bone. I try to cover my upper body with my hair but its being difficult. I narrow my eyes on Mark and clear my throat. He looks at my face then, and realizes he was staring too. He quickly turns away.
"I apologize." He says gently.
I say nothing as I try to finish even faster then before. I quickly try washing my hair only to get a face full of suds.
Getting soap in my eyes I cursed.
"Son of a bitch." I hiss trying to wash the soap out of my eyes, but as the water touches my hair it continues to go into my eyes even more.
Suddenly I feel hands on my hair, moving it back out of my face. I pour water on my face washing the soap away. The stinging finally dimming down.
As I open my eyes, blinking the tears away, I see Marks concerned face close to mine. I move back and his hands fall away from my face and hair. He walks shortly away and turns back around facing the door.
I was put in a position, should I thank him? Or should I just ignore that he ever helped me? I have to remember that he's the enemy. I went with option 2 and pretended like it never happened. Once I was finished I turned the water off and got out, quickly covering my body with a towel.
I walked into the room and went to the other side of the large bed, trying to cover most of my body as I put my clothes on. Ever since the change my body was even more beautiful then before. As Max often told me I had "royal" blood pumping in my veins, because of him, of course. But I didn't want any of it. I just wanted to be me again.
After I put my muscle shirt and shorts on I walked back over to the other side of the bed awaiting my shackles. Mark gently grabbed my wrist, which by now was severely bruised from the chains, and connected the chain to it. He was about to pull away, when he thought better of it and unchained my wrist. He went to the other side instead and chained that one. I'm thinking he didn't want to put anymore pain on that wrist so he switched it around. As if that would make me feel better. Physically yes, emotionally no.
He gathered my towels and dirty clothes, and then exited the room gently closing the door behind him. I sat back, sighing. Max came back just to tell me he was leaving to run some errands and do other crap that, clearly I don't care about.
I rolled over curled in a ball closing my eyes until I hear the door open and close. I looked over my shoulder to see Mark sitting in a chair near the door. He looked up and saw me looking at him.
"I'm suppose to watch you." He told me fidgeting with his hands.
The whole year that Mark was assigned to watch me I never once cared to talk to him. I always had urges to, but I would never talk to him.
"What an exciting job you have." I told him, in a bored tone.
At first he was speechless, probably surprised that I even said anything to him. He just stared with surprise visible in his eyes.
He looked down and rubbed his neck nervously.
"I wouldn't exactly call it a job." He said giving a small smile.
"Then what exactly is it?" I asked.
"A favor I suppose." He said.
"You're doing Max a favor…" I said staring at him.
"I…" he trailed off. "I should probably stop talking."
Curiosity nudged at me.
"Do you owe him a favor?" I asked turning over slightly, still awkwardly because of the chain.
He looked unsure whether to say anything more. He ran a hand threw his black feather like hair, making strands fall over his eyes.
"Your don't have to tell me if you don't want to." I said turning over, trying a strategy.
I wasn't sure whether it was because he didn't want me to stop talking once he got me started or if he just wanted to tell me.
"It's not really a favor. I just feel like I should." He said quietly. "But I'm starting to rethink whether it was something I should have said yes to."
"Why is that?" I asked slightly turning.
He was so quiet I didn't think he would answer.
"Forcing someone against their will is wrong." Was all he said.
I didn't want to trick him into letting me go, although it crossed my mind many times. I just felt it wasn't something I would do. But…
I sat up and looked his way.
"You know…" I started to say but he cut me off.
"It wont work." He said.
"It was worth a try." I said strangely almost smiling. I lay back down on my side.
I woke up; unaware that I had fallen asleep I sat up slowly looking around to find Mark lying on a couch, I'm guessing, sleeping. His arm was thrown across his eyes and his chest slowly rose and fell evenly. One arm was dangling off the side of the couch.
I looked over the wrist that was chained to see it was already starting to bruise. I must have yanked on it when I was asleep. I rubbed my wrist trying to stop the ache and my eyes wandered to a shiny object on the nightstand. One single key lay on the nightstand that was on the opposite side of the bed. Could I reach it?
I tried to reach for it with my arm but came short. This damn bed was just too damn big! I stretched my body out to try and reach with my foot and barely reached, I tried using my toes and I tried pulling it towards me but it ended up slipping off the nightstand and clattering to the floor.
"Shit." I whispered fiercely.
I glanced over to the couch and Mark was gone. Oh crap.
I turned looking back to find him picking the key up.
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