She woke up in a room. Not knowing where she was. It was so cold, her eyes burned, her leg aching. Her head hurt like hell, it was too hard for her to think. She tried to sit up, but a sting of pain shot up her back. Not having any other choice, she laid back down. She took in her surroundings as much as she could. She was on a bed, and there was a glass of water next to her on a coffee table. The place reeked of Febreze. She tried to sit up again, but this time, she came up slowly. She bent her leg and rested her elbow on it. She ran her fingers through her hair, just to realize that it was broken. Dammit. She was so confused. Her head felt like they were drilling holes in her scull, and the strong febreze smell was making her drowsy. Where the fuck am I?And why the hell am I naked? She looked around to see a wooden floor, and baige curtains. The walls were white, and there was a TV in front of her. She had no idea where she was. She tried to remember what happened last night, but that made her headach worse. She rested her forehead on the palm of her hand. Then she heard the door knob turns. She didn't move her position.
He opened the door to find the woman resting her head on her palm. It was her. He tried to get her attention by clearing his throat, but he didn't get an answer. He tried clearing his throat again, still...no answer. He looked at the woman who had kicked him in the knee when he was trying to save her life. He walked towards her and looked at the baige curtain that laid behind her. Then he focused on her hand,
"I guess I went a little over board when I broke your hand"
"Where. Am. I."
"You're safe"
"That's not what I asked"
She moved her head slowly to find dimond eyes staring at her. She froze for a moment. No one has those kind of eyes. They must be contact lenses. She shook off her little trance. He studied his face. Very broad. He had curly brown hair and a gotee. And that tattoo. Mixed with waves and swirls all ubove his eyebrow.
"No, they're not contact lenses"
"H-How'd you know?"
"I can read minds"
She chuckled, "Great, I have a crazy guy over my shoulder. Now. Answer me. Where. Am. I."
"You don't asks the questions, I do"
She was shocked, "Excuse me?"
"Who are you?"
"What?"
"What's your name?"
"Huh?"
"Where do you live?"
"The crap"
"Answer me"
She couldn't believe how demmanding he was. She didn't take shit with anyone...so I why was she taking his? She looked back down on the floor and sighed. She rubbed her head, and looked back at him again,
"Don't do this to me. I just woke up, my head and my leg hurts like hell, and I'm drowning in the fuckin' Febreze stench. Don't make things any worse"
He was surprised. And he felt guilty. He rubbed his forehead,
"I'm sorry"
She glared at him,
"Could you please tell me what happened?"
"You were attacked. And I saved you"
"Oh, so you're the one I should blame for getting me into this place"
"Hey, you should be thanking me"
"I should be hitting you" she mumbled.
"What was that?"
"Nothing. Look. Just tell me what's going on"
"You were attacked. And we didn't know why they would attack a human before. But then when we took some blood samples-"
"You. Did. What?"
"Look, it's hard to explain, you need to rest"
He pushed her down a bit, and she would usually struggle, but surprisingly, she obliged. He looked at her with his dimond eyes, and that's when he noticed how beautiful she was. Long black layered hair, big brown eyes with thick eyelashes, and full lips. But with all that innocent look in her face, there was a hard core tone in her voice. A strong voice. Something he admired a little. He moved the blanket until it reached her neck.
"I'm Vishous by the way"
"...Vishous? That's a...er...unique name"
He chuckled, "You won't find anyone else named Vishous"
"Aimee"
"Hmn?"
"Aimee...my name is Aimee"
"Alright. But so you know, you're safe here. No one is going to hurt you"
"I don't trust you"
"I wasn't expecting you to" He threw his leather jacket over his shoulder, and turned around, "Rest. Rest is good for you right now, true?" he walked out the door and down the hallway. He saw Butch heading his way,
"And where do you think you're going?"
"Gonna check up on the girl" he started walking, but Vishous put his hand on Butch's chest firmly to stop him, "No" he said protectivly. Butched cocked an eyebrow and put Vishous' hand away,
"You okay there?"
"You will not go to her. You will not touch her. You will not speak to her. You won't even look at her. Got it?"
Butch noticed that he was being very, utterly protective over a woman he just met. And why the hell would he protective over her? She was tough to handle back at the alley when they were trying to save her life, and she was so annoying in the car, they had to knock her out. So why would Vishous be acting the way he did? Butch looked at him again and studied his face expression. Possesive.
"Yo V, what the hell is up with you? I just wanted to check up on her. Geez"
Vishous' expression quickly changed to his normal one, "U-uh...sorry...I-I don't know what came over me. But you can't see her. She's resting"
"Oookay, what ever you say. Hey, Wrath needs us in his study"
"Alright, I'll be there in a sec. You go on without me"
"Alright"
Vishous watched Butch until he went out the door. He looked back and walked back into the room where Aimee was going. He looked at the door knob, and opened it slowly, and poked his head in the room to check up on her just one more time. He saw that she was fine, her breathing was even, and her leg seemed to be healing and a fast rate. Faster than a humans. He went out of the room leaving with a little smile on the corner of his mouth. He closed the door slowly, put his hands in his pockets and then went his way to Wrath's study.
Aimee slowly opened her eyes, realizing she was in the same Febreze reaking room. Dammit, it wasn't a dream. She sat up and carefully got out the bed. She stood up for a good two seconds, but then fell hard on the floor with a quiet squeek escaping from her mouth. She swore to herself and cluched on the bed to help herself up. She sat on the side, and clunched in the walls and anything she could get her hands on. She was more careful when she started walking to the door. She looked for things she could hold on to while she was walking. She looked around her, and found a coat racket. She shrugged, Better then nothing. She used the cane to help her drag across the foor. She grabbed a silk blue robe and put it on. Then before she new it, she came across a HUGE living room. The house was decorated nicley. Very elegant, it must have took the person decades to figure out the the colors and furniture and stuff. Then she felt something furry go against her ankle. She looked down and found a black cat purring.
"She's very fond of you"
Aimee turned around startled. There was beautiful woman standing at the door. She had long hair tied back and she wore a red silk robe. Almost the same as the one she was wearing at the same time. She smiled warmly and went over to her and pet the cat,
"She likes you a lot. Her name is Boo"
"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to barge into your house like this"
She put her hand up, "It's alright. I know what happened"
Aimee chuckled, "That's funny, because I don't"
She tilted her head, "They didn't tell you?"
"That Vishous guy didn't tell me anything. Only that he saved my life and stuff"
"Oh... well, hun, you should sit down. Oh, by the way, I'm Beth"
"I'm Aimee"
They sat down, and they put the coat racket on the side. Boo jumped into Aimee's lap and Aimee started scratching behind his ear. Aimee looked at Beth who seamed a bit tense. She looked at Aimee and took a deep breath,
"Aimee...what do you think about vampires?"
"I know a lot"
"...tell me what you know"
"Heh, I look at vampires in a whole different way than you might be familiar with. You probably think about all the Halloween crap"
Beth looked at her like her took intrest in what she said, "You can tell me"
"Well...in my opinion, vampires don't suck human blood, they suck the blood of the opposite sex. And they're not immortal, they live to be about 5,000 years old"
Beth looked at her surprised, "Aimee...you know that I'm a vampire, and I know that you're a vampire"
"Heh, I wonder how long you would keep it up"
"So when are you turning?"
"Next week"
Beth was surprised, "Really? You have anyone to drink from?"
Then they were intrupted by a sound of two deep chuckles. They looked to the side and saw Vishous and a man with wavy blonde hair. Aimee was lucky to stop her druel from pouring out of her mouth. She thought he was beautiful, and he belonged in a movie film in Hollywood. His hair, his eyes, his skin, it was all perfect. She took her gaze off of him knowing that there are a lot of girls falling for him, and she won't be one of them. Vishous looked at her and ran straight to Aimee,
"What the hell are you doing out of bed?! You're supposed to be resting"
Aimee shrugged her shoulders carelessly, "I was bored. You got a problem?"
"Yes, I actually do"
"Why do you care? You don't even know me, so stop being so overprotective"
Vishous was furious. He never had a woman talk to him like that. He stared at her long and hard, but that didn't seem to have any effect on her. It pissed him off a little, but yet, he admired it...in a way. He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair,
"What am I going to do with you" he sighed.
"Absolutly nothing"
"What the hell. What's your problem?"
"What's yours? I just remembered what happened last night. You hit me in the gut and stole me away in your house. You even broke my hand on the way. And without even telling me what the hell was going on. And in your room, you were so damn demmanding!"
Rhage raised both his eyebrows, "Wow, very kinky V"
"You will shut the fuck up if you know what's good for you. And we did NOT have sex, alright!" Rhage put his hands out and stepped back. Rhage took Beth and they got out of the living room to give them some privacy. Vishous turned his attention back to Aimee, "I'm demmanding? I can say the same about you"
Aimee crossed her arms, "Don't I have the right. I wake up in a room suffocating in Febreze, my head is hurting, my leg is shot, my arm is broken, and I had to idea what the fuck was going on! I have a right to sound demmanding. And please, give me some lame reason to tell me that I'm wrong"
Vishous clenched his wrist, he was about to yell something, but then he looked at her shot, and blood was bleading through the bandages,
"...Your leg"
Aimee looked down, "I-It's nothing" she say in a whisper tone.
Vishous went to her and kneeled down to study her wound, "I have to take care of this"
Aimee pulled her leg away, "It's fine, I don't need your help. And what's up? Before you were yelling, and now you're being a Saint."
"Aimee, stop trying to be strong. We both know that needs some treatment...and I'm no Saint. Far from it."
Aimee sighed, and let Vishous pick her up. He brought her to a different room. She saw a guy on the couch drinking some scotch. He looked at her and smiled. His hair was spiky blonde and his nose looked like it's been broken a couple of times. Vishous put her on a bed, and went into his drawers to pull out a First Aid kit. He took out the bandages carefully, and looked at the damage. He looked at her,
"You're thinking about your transition, aren't you?"
"Heh, it took me a while to figure out that you were a vampire too. I guess you can really read minds"
"How could you miss my fangs?"
They chuckled. Aimee looked at him and nodded, "Yeah"
Vishous looked at her, "Hmn?"
"Yeah, I was thinking about my transition"
He looked up at her, "Sooo...who you drinking from?"
"Eh, never really thought about it"
"Really? Why not"
"Well, since I have no family, and I don't know any other vampire, I guess I have no one to drink from"
"So if I haven't shown up, what would your plan have been?"
"Hmn, that was easy figuring out that. I would just wait until my transition and not drink from anyone"
Vishous looked at her still kneeling, "So letting yourself die?"
"Basically"
"Why? Why didn't you look for someone who you could feed from? Why are you letting yourself die?"
"Because I don't really care. I have no family, I was always alone, and I had no one, only myself since I was little. I had to watch out for myself and become independant and strong, so I really had nothing important in my life, only myself. So I know people won't miss me when I'm gone. But don't worry about me. I'm fine with dying. So you don't have to-"
"I'm not letting you die" he said quickly.
Aimee looked at him and tilted his head, "What?"
"Uhhmmnn...you're not going to die. We need to...er...multiply our race, so we need a lot of females, so we can't get you to die"
"I don't have time for any man in my life"
"Oh...well, it should be your purpose"
"Purpose? Ha, I laugh at the word. I had no purpose, only to survive, and now next week, my time has come to die. Why do you care anyways?"
"Because...uhh...you're a vampire, part of our kind. I won't let you die"
Aimee shrugged, "Whatever you say"
She laid down on the bed, "Gosh, this bed is so confortable. And it smells so good"
Vishous put the covers over her, "You should rest, and don't run off on me. I'm watching you"
"Don't worry, I'm not running away from this bed"
Vishous turned a little red when he saw her cuddling in his bed. This was the first time he'd ever had a woman in his bed. He watched her drift off to sleep easily. He ran his fingers through her hair and studied her. He chuckled, Heh, that female...she's just like me.
Well, that's it for now. I know it wasn't good, but that's only because it's an introduction to the next chapter. I will only continue if I have either 2 alerts, or 1 review so I know I'm writing it for a reason. But until then, I'm not going to continue if I have at least one reviw or two alerts. But it would mean the WORLD to me if you would review.