Sanctuary
Summary: "Do you ever stop teasing me?" He glance down on me with those gray eyes and caused the air to vibrate. The hand he used to hold mine suddenly came up to cup my cheek. "You're so cute when you get mad." He sucked the air out of my mouth with his mouth.
After reading the comments I got, I thought I should put up my favorite reviewer from the last chapter. I personally love the comment by black burning heart66 about the cliffhanger from the last chapter. Oh, how I love writing cliffhangers. Though, I do hate reading them. I promised not to put too much cliffhangers in the story but they make the story much more interesting.
You guys are lucky that I do not have long author's notes.
Chapter 2: I Hate This Part
You know how some people cut themselves and feel really good than they did before. Well, having fangs go through your lip was basically the same thing only ten times better. No, I'm serious. It's amazing, like getting high on sugar.
He held me in his hands, which were wrapped around my hips. He had removed the fangs from my lip to thrash them in my neck. I had my head relaxed against his shoulder blade as my eyes drooped close. I was drifting toward sleep quickly as he withdraw his fangs.
I know it seems corny to say I should have known this guy was too good to be true, but I'm saying it. It's not everyday you get tricked into a make out session with a vampire. There's a couple of guys who would like to be in his position.(cough, Joel, cough.) But seriously, I had to chose the one guy who would be drinking my blood at this very moment.
In his attempt to lower me on the couch, he laid us in a compromising position. I felt squished between him and the couch but held my tongue.
"I'll be back in a moment, Kamryn." He disappeared instantly from sight and the air was filled with a smoky mist that smelled of mint. Wait, how did he know my name? I couldn't even think was I rested my head comfortably on the white couch.
My mind started to wander to some places as he took his time returning to me. I think something was injected in me when he sunk his fangs in. I was having a dream of him, lying on the same couch I was on when he came back to me. He laid on top of me and was kissing my neck, licking off the remaining blood that circled around my puncture wounds. His hands slid my tank up inch by inch, fingers tracing patterns onto my exposed flesh. He dragged his head up and left a trail of kisses from my neck to my lips. He kissed me sweetly but my hands were snared in his hair, which made it last longer. He swung my leg over his hip and then...
I lost my focus on the dream as I listen to the steady beat of heels in the room. My head turned to the side and my eyes fluttered open to a small and petite blonde. The blonde had her hair cut in a shaggy bob that framed her baby face and hid her eyes in the dim light. She smiled at me, fangs growing over her full bottom lip. My body tensed up and I threw myself up against the back of the couch. Not another one!
"Wh-who are you?" I asked, scared out of my fucking mind. The smile on her face reminded me of the Joker's evil grin, the ends of her lips curled up to the bottom of the nose and the teeth revealed. There was nothing about her that looked right.
"My name is...well, what's the point in telling you when you're going to die." She giggled, the noise sounding like a child's laugh. More like Damien's from The Omen.
"B-but wh-why?" It made no damn sense as to why killing me would make anything better. She given off another laugh.
"Silly little bitch, I'm going to kill you because you were touching my Xavier. He's mine, if you didn't know." I thought it was a bit redundant to say "He's mine, if you didn't know," when she already pointed out that he was hers. Anyways, I was shock at how easy it was for her to talk about my death. Even more shocked by the fact that I was bothered that she claimed him as hers. Just a bit. I was still scared that she was going to kill me.
"He's not a piece of property." I muttered under my breath, which seemed to make her angry. She clinched her hand into a fist. Why had I said anything?
"That doesn't matter, he's still mine." She hissed through her teeth.
"No, he is not." I growled back at her. There goes my big mouth again. I need a zipper for it…
Her fangs grew even more as she got more frustrated. She position her feet in a stance that was ready to spring. As she took off at me, I managed to roll to the floor. She slammed against the wall and I took off running toward the door. I twisted the knob as hard as I could but the door wouldn't open. I quickly ducked as she threw a stapler where my head was a moment ago, nailed into the door. Doing a somersault landed me under the desk as she lunged again. I was hoping I could stay alive long enough for that guy to get back then I might just live to see tomorrow. Unfortunately, I was pulled back by my hair at the moment by this psycho bitch, who for being her size was strong. Next thing she did was slam me into the wall with a flower pot between me and the wall. It shattered to bits when I hit it and I felt a small piece slice into my head and body. I felt blood trickle down from my cuts. Losing blood was not going to be good. Her little demoness was approaching me as I tried to pull the glass that was poking out of my head. She looked greatly upset.
"You aren't dead yet?" She shrieked. She kicked me in the stomach as I got on my knees and I toppled over again. She was still mad I wasn't dead yet.
"This won't do!" She was taking a large piece of glass in her hand and was going to stab me if there hadn't been others walking down the hall. She gave me another kick before glaring down at me.
"We aren't done yet, you hear me." She left the room with me bleeding on the floor and barely staying conscious. I tried to get on my feet and stumbled a few times before getting a firm hold on the floor with my feet. I got that bit of the pot out of my skull and paced my way to the door. I couldn't see well when I entered the dark hallway and couldn't remember how to get back. I took a right and moved myself to enter the next door, which was an exit to the dumpster. I held myself up and slowly, painfully made my way home.
Sunlight peeked through my long lashes to tell me it was morning. I sat up and blinked my eyes for a few minutes but realizing what was bothering me. It was too bright. I got out of my bed and closed the curtains that had let the burning sunlight touch my skin. I welcomed the darkness that showered me in the room. I enjoyed the cold...wait, what? It's the beginning of summer and the air conditioner is broke, so it can't be cold. I process this and spotted a glass shard sitting on my bedside table. I rushed over and lifted it in my hand. It was a white shard with blood webbed over it. Funny, I don't remember anything from last night, well, I don't remember everything clearly. Then flashes of last night appeared in my head. The club, the bar, Xavier...
Had he stopped the girl who had tried to kill me? Had he bought me time to get home? If he did, how did he know where I was going? My name for that matter? All of this was confusing.
"Kami? Are you awake?" Lily's voice came from the other side of my bedroom door. I could hear something beating, not like a foot against wood but more like a...heartbeat. I was suddenly starving. My mouth was dry and I could go for a drink. I could hear the beating from outside the door where Lily stood. Lily? Oh, yes Lily.
"Um, yeah. What is it?" I continued to listening to the beating heart.
"Paul and I are going over to the store, you need anything?" Her voice raised a few octaves as she asked.
"No."
"Hey, what happened last night? Mom and Paul said you were home before they got back from the restaurant. Why so early?" Lily commented. Was that what was bothering her?
"I wasn't feeling so great." Which was true.
"Okay, then. Well, Paul's getting impatient, I better go." Lily groan, walking away and making the beating stop.
Was I hearing her…heartbeat? Oh god, what happened to me? What they make me into? I remembered the little shard that was in my hand at that moment. It was cutting into my hand and I was dripping blood.
I rushed to the bathroom to stop it from bleeding and caught my reflection and stared long and hard at it. I was reflecting back, seeing myself in the oval mirror. What really got me was that I was prettier than yesterday and was displaying weird markings on my lips and neck. My eyes, such a dark violet that they looked brown from far away, had a ring of silver around the pupil. A moonlight silver that went perfectly with my new fangs.
