Vampire-napper! Ch.2: I'm sorry…
It's been fivedays since I was abducted to this palace. I have more freedom than I thought I would. I am allowed to go into almost every room except a few. The palace is huge: other than his main bedroom (which I am not allowed in, which is weird since he kidnapped me for sex, or at least that is my theory) there are 5 other bedrooms each with their own bathroom respectively, a hamam (a Turkish bath house, which I am also not allowed in.), a home movie theatre, a game room (pinball machines, air hockey, and a TV for video games, he is a bit into having fun I guess.), a few more rooms for his concubines (not allowed there either, they don't like me anyway.), a huge kitchen (Ottoman is a great cook, but he doesn't like to cook so he has his servants do so.), a garden, and a few other rooms that are just for show or storage.
I am walking down the main hall towards the garden when I suddenly hear Ottoman yelling. I stop short of the corner and peer through. It's Hungary. Why is she here? I think to myself. I remember all those times she has insulted and hit me with her frying pan. Why would she be here?
"I will not ask again hand over Romania!" She barked, "If I do this for Austria he might love me so hand him over!"
"He's not here sorry to burst your bubble, and if he was why would I?" Turkey retorts.
"Oh come on! Macedonia saw you carry Romania away from a blood-soaked Greece muttering how 'Greece is a pervert and that you were gonna keep Romania safe from that two timer.'" Hungary shouted.
"Ok so he was, but not anymore, and I do not know where he went!" He shouted.
"Humph sure. Well you aren't going to let me in so I'm going to leave. I will be back and it won't be just me." Hungary sneered as she turned whipping her hair in his face in the process.
"Good fucking riddance." Ottoman sighed after he slammed the door shut, his back against the door eyes on the floor. His eyes flicker up and see me peering around the corner. I turn and try to run but he is behind me his arms around me before I can even get five steps.
"I'm sorry…. Greece you don't want to be with him… he is a player." Ottoman says holding me tighter.
"What do you mean? You have a set of concubines at your beck and call." I say darkly. I immediately regret it, because he drops to his knees sobbing.
"I… I-I'm so… s-s-sooooo… s-sorryyyy…"He chokes out as he presses his face into my back, soaking it in his sour tears. I turn around to face him and sit cross-legged on the ground. His face is pressed into my chest now soaking my whole shirt thoroughly. I run my hands through his hair and hush him trying to get him to stop. He says it's his entire fault, he says he's sorry, and sometimes speaks in Turkish (a language I do not understand).
After a while he calms down enough to speak to normally and he looks up at me. His face is red and covered in his tears (and so are my clothes), his mask is crooked but I still cannot see his eyes (I have never seen his eyes). He mumbles I'm sorry over and over again, and I tell him it's all right.
"Shhhh…. Calm down. Why did you take me?" I ask calmly and phrase so as not to provoke more tears.
"You mean abducted you?! I saw you and Greece and I thought 'I can't let Greece defile someone pure as that! I have to save him!' and so I carried you home. I felt guilty and didn't really ever know what to say so I tried to avoid you even though you were a guest in my home! I want to protect you! You seem so innocent and I want to change!" He says quickly and his voice cracks a few times.
"Start by getting rid of the concubines, you should only love one person truly." I say touched that he feels this way, but if this is all he feels I feel far more about him than he does me. "I like I think you are wonderful you just need to pay more attention to those around you, ok?"
"I… I… I love you Romania…." He says timidly. MY eyes widen to the size of saucers. He does feel as I do?
"I….. love you too." I whisper.
He leans in over me and pulls me into his lap. Positioning me so that his face is an inch from mine; he presses his lips to mine, and the world stops spinning. My first kiss…. It is amazing: the feel of his stubble against my face, the taste of baklava on his lips, his muscular arms flexing as they pull me in tighter, how my body falls into his. It seems to go by too fast and when he releases I am gasping for an so is he. Then it hits.
That craving… it is small but it grows stronger when I remember his naked form on that first day. I know I should take a little bit now before that little turns into a lot. He sits under me his head against the wall, his neck exposed. I lean in and bite. Ottoman moans and grips my back with his hands. His blood is delicious but filling. I won't need much, that's good. When I am full I release and fall backwards to the floor ashamed.
"I had a feeling that was what those fangs were for." He laughs, "It didn't even hurt that bad. You took a lot less than I thought you would."
He lifts me up bridal style and that's when I see them; his concubines had been watching our little love confession. Most were angry, some were disgusted, and one was intrigued. They had their things. Did he already tell them to leave? I wonder to myself. They say something in Turkish that I recognize: pislik sonsuza kadar elveda, Which means "goodbye forever asshole". Then they left.
Ottoman carries me to a bench in the garden that is in front of a fountain with a lion as the center piece. The garden is amazing: flowers of all shapes and sizes, trees that bear fruit or nuts, ferns, palms, and many other plants that are hard to describe. He sets me down up right and sits next to me, an arm around my middle.
Oh my how things have changed and I feel that they are going to start getting even stranger.