Ch. Two
VampireLoverNight92
Chapter Two
"Please, please, hurry." I wondered why he was so desperate to leave. I know he was hungry, but he was getting annoyingly impatient.
"Come on, I don't know how much longer I can last. I can't believe I let my hunger get this far! What would happen if I just transformed into some blood thirsty, ravenous vampire? I'd never forget myself if I harmed you." I zipped my bulging suitcase closed with a smile on my face. That's what is bothering him. He's afraid he'd hurt me.
I pulled my suitcase off the floor, but Ean immeadately took it and held it for me.
"Ready?" he asked before I nodded eagerly. My parent would never know. I was going out of town with the guy I loved.
His car was new, of course. Is there some rule where vampires have to be beautiful and wealthy? Looks are enough, but the money pushes the envelope. I sat in the passenger seat silently, at a loss of words. He glanced in my direction from the steering wheel, and I could feel the press on his mind on my thoughts.
'Ean, get out.' I thought over and over. What I didn't expect was for him to answer me back in my own mind, my sanctuary.
'I want to know what you're thinking.' He protested, leaving his voice echoing in my mind.
'I want to know what you're thinking too, but I can't.' I retorted, putting my disadvantage into perspective. He was silent a minute, then faced me.
"You could." He whispered. I observed him, bewildered by his comment.
"What do you mean?"
"If we exchanged blood, you could hear my thoughts."
"Then why can you read my mind now?"
"I can hear all humans, not just you. Your mind just happens to be the only one I care to listen to." He said and smirked at me. I sighed and crossed my arms.
"I would prefer to have my mind kept to myself." I said crossly as I watched the landscape turn into a busy city with skyscrapers and blinking lights everywhere. It was almost majestic. Silence followed my remark, but I could hear him slowly breathing which was unusual for he hardly made a sound regularly. I surrendered my anger to the back of my mind for a later time, and turned to him. He was slightly paler and he seemed to twitch occasionally, and I felt alarm seep into me as I observed.
"Ean?" I called, worry apparent in my voice. He looked at me, but he seemed pained. "What's wrong?" I reached over to him, but he pushed my hands away.
"Hunger pain. Don't touch me, Clair. I'm fine." he said reassuringly, but I knew he was lying for his eyes didn't carry the happiness that I couldn't even find in his weak smile. I put my hand on his arm anyway. I didn't care as long as he was alright. His face looked even more strained at my touch, but I didn't let go even when he told me. He pealed my hand off of him, and I didn't get upset though I instructed him to pull over.
"No," he said, "We're almost there."
"Almost where?" I inquired, curious, but watching the symptoms he retained warily. He was slightly shivering now.
"Ean! Pull this car over!" I screamed, scared for his safety. Yes, I have no self preservation. I didn't care if I died in a car accident by pulling over into the slim median covered with palm trees, but I wasn't about to watch Ean go crazy or die. He shook his head and took a sharp turn onto a less busy street then onto a residential area. I was clutching the door handle so tightly that my knuckles turned white while I pleaded for him to pull over.
"PULL OVER!" I commanded loudly, then as an afterthought added, "Where are we going?"
He glanced at me, probably annoyed by my hysteria.
"To my house." He said, then confirming his statement parked in the driveway of a house within the residential area, but far back within it. There were hardly any neighbors. I gasped. His house was that glamorous. It was a mini mansion, complete with gardens and balconies. He smiled at my delight between the miniature convulsions he was experiencing. He slight movement drew me out of my trance, and I darted out of the car and opened his door before he could protest about his gentleman courtesy. Now was not the time for him to revert to his childhood recollections of chivalry and manners. I pulled him roughly out of the car. Its not like it would hurt him. His arm shivered, and in turn made me shiver due to his temperature. He was ice cold. I felt like I was clutching an a large block of ice. He followed me up the driveway as I dragged him to the front door, hoping to get him inside so I could help him. He had one long, long, long driveway. I cursed the length of it under my breath and Ean chuckled darkly at me. He opened his front door and I pushed it open. He let me lay him on the couch by the door, and felt his forehead impulsively. He laughed weakly, and I sat beside him unsure of what to do.
"It's alright, Clair," he reassured me, "I just need to feed. Maybe, if I rest, it will get better." He closed his eyes, and I wasn't about to let him sleep. I would be too worried. What if he died in his sleep or the pain got worse? I shook his shoulder urgently, and his eyes open lazily.
"Its just hunger pains?" I questioned, and he nodded. Making sure I had his eyes on mine, I said, "Then drink my blood."