(A/N): I'm reediting this book. So if you notice changes, that's why. Sorry guys! :D I'll get this done as soon as possible but with school starting up soon, I might not be writing as much... So yeah. Just thought I'd update you guys. Hope you like this version better :D
I was flipping through channel after channel, late at night, an hour or two before darn, when I heard a knock, more like a banging, on the door. I nearly fell off the couch, that's how much I was spooked. I looked at the clock that hung about the TV. 4:37 Am. The reason I was up so late was because I rarely slept. I had insomnia. I was damn glad it was Saturday.
'Who in the bloody hell would be here this late at night?' I thought to myself as I got up from the couch and made my way to the door.
I flipped on the pouch light, heard a slight groan and asked, "Who's there?" I got no answer. So I repeated my question, louder this time, in case whoever wit was out on the porch didn't hear me since I wastalking a bit quiet.
"Can I come in? I need to talk to you, Ms. Peterson." A voice, a very sexy deep male voice, came from the other side of the door.
I hesitated as I put my hand on the doorknob. What if this man was a rapist? Or worse, a murderer?
I was all alone with my cat, Midnight, since my parents decided to go on a cruise with my brother and leave me alone. My parents hated me and favored James. That was why they adopted him; they absolutely hated me. Only because of the way I dressed. Seems horrible right? It was.
I was a Goth to put it bluntly. I wore combat books, black shirts, and black skirts, black everything. Hell, I even had black hair.
I sighed quietly and asked, "How do I know you won't kill me?"
"I know your parents, they had asked me to come over and see if you were okay." He replied and instantly I knew he was lying.
"My parents hate me. They wouldn't do that." I said my voice bitter.
I heard the man cuss under his breath. Then he asked, "Ms. Peterson, may I please come in? I do know your parents and I need to tell you something." His voice was urgent.
I sighed then I turned the doorknob and opened the door. I gasped as I took in this man's, no this boy's features. Long, shoulder length, midnight black straight as can be hair, dark blue eyes that seemed to be staring into my soul, pale translucent skin, and dark attire just like mine. He was hovering over me, but then again, anyone could since I was only 5'1.
"Who are you?" I gasped out.
The man rolled his deep dark blue eyes and responded, "Trevor Baumen."
"Thee Trevor Baumen?" I asked. I was surprised. Why would he be here to see me?
Around this town, it was speculated that Trevor was a vampire, but it wasn't true, was it?
"Yes that Trevor." He didn't sound please at all.
"So, uh, come in." I moved out of the doorway and Trevor stepped into the house.
He walked past me and my breath hitched in my throat. The air where he was was filled with electricity. But it was cold electricity. And he smelled good. Better than good, actually. He smelled amazing. I had no idea what it was he had on, but it made me want to throw myself into his arms and bury my face into his chest just so I could smell him, as awkward as that sounds.
I watched as he sat down in the same spot I was just in. I walked over to the recliner and sat down. "So what's up?" I asked and his dark blue eyes met my emerald green eyes.
"I don't know how to say this, but, uh, fuck, this would be so much easier at my place seeming as they might be after you next." He muttered and my eyes went wide in feat.
"What do you mean 'they might be after me next'?! What's going on Trevor?!" I cried.
"Lily, calm down, go upstairs and get some things. We're leaving soon." He said, completely ignoring my questions.
"Tell me what's going on." I snarled and he sighed.
"I will when we get to my place. Because then I can protect you easier." He said and I felt myself roll my eyes.
"Fine." I said, the muttered, "You're lucky you're so damn attractive," under my breath.
"What was that?" He asked.
"Nothing." I quickly said. "I'll go get my stuff." I got up from the recliner and ran up the steps to my bedroom. I opened the door that I always kept closed.
I was the only upstairs bedroom; James' and my parents were downstairs. It was after if they wanted nothing to do with me and they probably didn't.
I sighed and walked into my pitch black room that had posters of gothic fairies, my favorite bands and some silly sayings all over the walls. I flipped on my light, walked to my desk, and grabbed my school bag. I unzipped it, went to my mirror and put my hairbrush, toothbrush/paste and makeup into it. Then I walked to my dresser and put some skirts, pants, socks and undergarments into it. I was almost set. I just needed one more thing.
I went to the nightstand by my bed and I grabbed a pictured frame. Inside this picture frame was the only picture I had with just me, my mom and dad. NO James at all. And we were all smiling. I was little, probably four at the time. I had my normal attire on; black skirt, black shoes since I was too little for combat boots and a black skirt. I was on one leg of my mom's and one let of my dad's. This was the only happy memory I had of me and my parents.
I sighed and wiped away the tears that had formed in my eyes. I heard a clearing of the throat and I whirled around to see Trevor standing in my doorway.
"Why were you crying?" He asked as he came up to me and put his hand on my cheek.
"I wasn't." I snapped. I instantly felt bad when I saw sadness cross Trevor's features. "I'm sorry I snapped..."
"It's fine. And you should stop lying to me, Lily." He said and brushed his thumb against my cheek bone. When he pulled his hand away, there was a teardrop on his thumb.
"I'm sorry." I repeated.
"Don't be. Beautiful girls such as yourself shouldn't be sorry. And they shouldn't beat themselves up." With that said, Trevor bent his head down and his lips brushed mine.