Disclaimer: I own no characters affiliated with the Twilight series. Stephanie Meyer owns all characters from the Twilight saga.
I stayed curled in the bed clutching my pillow for dear life, staring at Demetri and struggling to recall why I would be feeling hung-over. I laid and listened to my heart fight against my ribs for a few minutes, wondering whether or not you could hear its battle from outside my body. Finally, Demetri looked up from his hands and over at me. He smiled warmly, his eyes shouting out 'I got what I wanted'. I felt momentary shame that was instantly overcome with joy. His eyes were less red as I had thought, almost burnt sienna now. The color comforted me, allowing me to think of him as a man again and not some Godly creature I had seen him as last night. Sitting up, I hugged the pillow tighter and looked down, noticing large but pale bruises blossoming on my thighs and arms. I could even see some fingerprints, which made me laugh a little to myself before I remembered to be angry.
"So, hi" I whispered, looking into Demetris eyes. They still caught me in a trance, no matter what color.
"You've been asleep a long time, I had to tuck you in!" He smirked, exposing again the flash of white teeth across his face. He was so proud of himself.
"Tucked in?" I looked around at the bedclothes lying on the ground, and rolled my eyes. "Where are we?" I asked. Demitri laughed.
"You don't remember?" He looked satisfied. I tried to sound angrier when I spoke next.
"Did you sp-spike me?" I spluttered, attempting to remember what else I may have had to drink. "What else did you do?" As if I didn't know.
"Nothing you didn't let me do." He laughed loudly, and I screamed in frustration.
"No!" I shouted, feeling again the sticky spots under my cheeks and throwing out of the bed. The way he looked at me next made me want to run out of the room and into his arms simultaneously. He raked down my body, and I choked out a silent scream and shoved the pillow in his face. Screaming again, more to myself then him, I braided my hands into my hair and formed my fingers into fists against my skull. Releasing my fingers I cupped my hands around my head and breathed. This wasn't the first one-night stand I found myself in, but Demetri infuriated me like no other had before.
Demitri sighed and rolled his eyes as he watched my spectacle. He stood from the desk and walked over to the bed, taking my head and holding it against his stomach. I sat on my knees with my hands awkwardly placed on his hips and stared at the wall, flushing angrily. I could feel a certain limb that I couldn't see against my chest and shoved his hips away from me, picking a sheet up from the floor and wrapping myself in it. We were still very close, and when Demetri sat next to me on the bed our proximity grew more apparent. I could feel each part of my body that was touching his surge with electricity, which I struggled to ignore as I focused on the situation.
Demetri laced his arm around my back and tucked his hand on my waist and laughed as I failed to squirm out of his grip. "Your blush is very cute." He glowed, kissing my nose and smiling. "And you are very adorable when you're mad." Cheap sentiments all guys use at some point, they bounced right off of me. Maybe sunk in a few levels, but only skin-deep, really. I don't blush anyways.
"How old are you?" I asked angrily, trying to navigate the subject away from me.
"25" I groaned. I was 19. Demetri began to play with a strand of my hair, rolling it through his fingers and moving closer to my face. 25. He's 25. That's a 6-year difference, maybe closer to 5 maybe closer to 7 but that is a lot of years and he could have a job or a wife or freaky little red eyes children for all I knew. I shoved my head into his chest, partly to avoid his gaze and remove eye contact and partly due to a certain smell I was beginning to pick up from his skin. Indeed, hidden in his chest I could smell the most pleasantly mysterious scent: not identifiable as organic or man-made.
Everything was still a little blurry, but it was easy to see how I was tricked and how I let myself be. Taking a deep breath I began to feel an unnatural cold from Demetris skin and wrapped myself tighter in the sheet, covering Demetris arms and stomach as well. How could I have missed the temperature before?
As I let my mind wander, I drifted back into unconsciousness.