AN: Well, the review numbers are increasing, I'm up to five reviews and the plot is finally building itself. Thank you to those who did review, but especially to olicandy, for plot ideas (which unfortunately don't go with what I want to do with the story, but they're still good ideas, and the ability to give expressive, detailed review. People, I would appreciate reviews, but if you review, please say more than "Good Story". I would like sincere feedback. So review, and review well.
I woke up to the harsh beeping of the hotel-type alarm. Actually, it's more like the screeching of a machine in pain, but whatever. I had set the alarm for six o'clock, because when the Big names came to asses me, I didn't want them catching me in bed
I slowly got up from the worn spring mattress with many aches and pains. As I've said before, I wasn't accustomed to this type of living. I slowly shuffle across the carpet toward the bathroom to take a shower. The shower wasn't as fancy or glorified, but I sincerely hope the warm water could do something for my aching back. I turned the rusty metal faucet, and found, to my surprise, that even though the apartment wasn't luxurious, this Circle Daybreak apartment complex had one heck of a water heater. I stepped into the slightly mildew-covered shower and allowed the nice water to take the tension out of my muscles. I lathered the salon brand shampoo I had bought into my beautiful hair, and just let time fall away.
After the shower, I pulled my salon-brand hair dryer out of my suitcase, along with a special brush and began making my hair frame my face in waves. I also applied a small amount of makeup to my eyes, to make them look bright and lively. Then I returned to the old and worn dresser where I have put all my clothes and most of my belongings last night. I turned on the TV to watch the news as I rummaged through the drawers for someone appropriate to wear. I was sure that the people coming to assess my behavior knew exactly who I was. They would also know I had connections, such as Hunter Redfern. The vermin news reporter happily announced that today was going to be another cloudless, scorching Vegas day. Just lovely. I eventually settled on a blue sequined tank and white cami set I bought from Nordstrom's last week, a pair of Ralph Lauren jeans, and some Prada boots. I sighed to myself, and lay back onto the creaky bed. I began to flip through the channels aimlessly, without really paying attention to any of them. "What will I do as I wait?" I asked myself. I dialed room service and asked for a very elaborate meal, giving the boy on the other end my gold-card number. From the speed in which he did things, and the klutzy bangs I heard from the other end of the line, I knew he was vermin. Well, what else should I expect from circle Daybreak?
About twenty minutes later, I herd a knock at the door, and someone clicked the lock open with a key. It must be the vermin boy with my food. Vampires aren't ever actually hungry, but food was a luxury, and I was a bit short on luxuries at the moment. "Come in," I shouted loud enough for the vermin to hear me through the wooden door. The lock clicked, and the door swung open slowly. I smelled the delicacy of stuffed portabella mushrooms and tri-tip steak, at the same time I smelled his blood. It wasn't until he walked into the door that I realized I hadn't fed in almost 24 hours. It began to get harder to breathe. But I pushed the feeling aside. It would be rude to jump on the Daybreaker who was giving me delicacies. Moreover, it was very important for me to keep appearances up.
The boy looked to be 18, actually a little older than me. He had hair so black it had a bluish tint, and stunning, clear bright blue eyes. His skin was pale, even though he lives here in Vegas and he had a big, lopsided smile on his face. But he was nervous; I could tell by the way he held himself, very rigid. I gave him my warmest smile. I would need to be friendly with humans if I was going to fake being a Daybreaker. "Hello, My Name is Viola, but you probably already know that. What's yours?"
He relaxed almost instantly. He placed the tray of delicacies down on the dresser and walked over to introduce himself properly. It was rather nice. "Hi, I'm Devin. Circle Daybreak's Vegas Apartment Complex Bellboy and Mailman, who occasionally does room service. It's DVACB for short." he gave me another lopsided smile and extended his hand.
"Awww, who knew vermin could be so cute?" I thought to myself. I politely went to grasps his strong hand, but when our fingers touch, a pleasant but extremely strong electric shock reverberated through by body to my core. I quickly withdrew my hand and sat down on my bed, in shock. "This couldn't be happening," I though, panicked. "There's no such thing as vampire and vermin soulmate couples."
Scared witless, I looked up at Devin. He was wearing a smile so big that it rivaled the sun. "You're my soulmate!" he exclaimed. For a moment, I wished I could spend all my life with him. I wished he were a vampire, or a shape shifter, or something that could be accepted by Night World. But no, this perfect, glorious, beautiful, happy, polite, and... I looked him up and down again. He was well dressed, in a pair of neat beige slacks and a navy blue polo that complimented his true blue eyes. His black hair was even neatly combed so the long puppy-dog locks wouldn't get in his eyes. God he was too perfect. But we couldn't ever be. I had come here to destroy Circle Daybreak, not join it!
He started walking closer to me, trying to comfort me, even though he didn't understand my pain. But I couldn't him touch me for more than a second. He would almost intently know everything; why I was there, who I knew, how evil I truly was... I would never be able to complete my task if he knew everything. God, if he knew everything, he'd hate me. The love of my life would hate me. I withdrew to the other side of the bed.
He became more concerned. He didn't understand why I couldn't accept him, why I couldn't be with him forever, without any guilt or worries. But my life wasn't simple and happy like his. I'm sure every day in his life is a bright, happy day with many friends and many smiles. There was no way he could understand the extent of my pain. I longed to be with him, but it went against everything I had been taught, everything I stood for. I couldn't be with him.
Eventually, he cornered me. I had backed all the way to the wooden framed window with a twenty-story drop. "Stupid, stupid, stupid" I muttered to myself.
But he heard anyway. He finally voiced the thoughts that I had seen so clearly on his face since the moment I drew away. "Why do you run Viola?" He asked, obviously hurt. Is there something about me that disgusts you? Something about me that..." He couldn't voice much more, but the hurt he felt was like a knife through my heart.
I tried to fight the words that I wanted to say to console him, tried to push away the love for him that had forcefully attached itself to my cold, icy heart. But I couldn't. They forced themselves out of my mouth anyway. "It's not you. You're prefect, in every way. It's me."
I could feel kindness swell up in him, kindness just for me. "I don't care, Viola," He said sweetly. "It doesn't matter. The only thing that matters is you and me. He slowly, carefully began to reach out to touch me again.
In a sudden rush of panic, I burst from the corner faster than he could move, and rushed into the bathroom, breaking into sobs as I sank down to the cold, tiled floor.
Devin desperately banged on the locked door. I glared at it at first wishing that he would go away, but then my sobs began becoming gasps for air as the thirst I had politely ignored what felt like hours ago began to take over my body. Declan stopped begging, and asked me to open the door, "Please Viola! I can help you. Don't die in there because you feel you're not worthy of being my soulmate!" I heard him shuffle around, as he said similar things to me over and over. As my gasps became louder and more desperate, he starts throwing himself against the flimsy wooden door. In a matter of seconds, it began to give way. I heard the door buckle and crunch, but I was too weak to truly pay attention. Then, with a loud bang that reverberated through the room and hurt my sensitive ears, the door came down. A scrumptiously scratched Devin came into the bathroom. I looked away; I took all the strength I had. He came down, sat beside me, and placed his beautiful, strong wrist beneath my mouth. I felt my canines elongate into deadly weapons as I watched the blood pulse through his blue veins. He wrapped his other arm around me to give me support. Into my ear, he whispered, "Viola, drink." I sank my teeth through his beautifully skin as if it was butter, and drank his sweet, sweet blood.
AN: Yeah, I know, this chapter isn't very long. But I LOVE it! If you loved it too, REVIEW!
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Next chapter to be posted ASAP. God, I'm addicted to this thing.