Chapter 4
Romania's POV
I sighed as I sat at my desk thinking. I had to find something to do to make this better. I suppose I could show her a bit of my magic. I really learned a lot of tricks at the Witchcraft club. I showed England how to make love and charm potions and even marriages charms…
Love potions…could I…
No, no what the hell was I saying, that was crazy, I didn't want to force her to love me I wanted it to be genuine and real! I had to think of something else. As I sat at my desk deep in thought Persia tiptoed in.
"Still having trouble?" she asked. I nodded. "Charming a girl is not too hard. You just have to make her feel special, make her feel like the only girl in world, show this girl how special she is to you."
I sighed. "I wish I could…she likes another guy…so all my charming…it goes to waste; she just finds it all annoying," I told her, still completely lost on what to do.
"Well why don't you start it off slow, try and be friends with her and then try and make the leap to something more, that may make it easier, she'll start to see what a nice guy you are and crushes may start to form…if all else fails you could always present her the head of the other guy she likes," she told me with a smile.
"Yeah…don't think your medieval tactics will work well, but I will try the other stuff…. I just need to figure out how to make friends first," I plopped my head down the desk and sighed. "I am a complete failure, I can't even make friends and that was the first damn lesson in preschool! The only reason I have you and Bulgaria as friends is because you needed a place to stay and I had extra room," I said as my white hair fell to my face.
"It's not that hard, just try and find something you two have in common," Persia said.
I sighed. "I barely know her, I can't think of anything…isn't the whole point of this to get to know her and get closer to her," I said.
"Well I don't know…you'll find something, hell if nothing else you can become friends with her the same way you became friends with us," she said. I looked up at her confused.
"A business transaction," I asked, she shrugged and walked out of my room. I sat there and let it sink in. A business transaction…I wanted human contact and they want a place to stay…a win-win sort of deal…
"I've got it!" I shouted jumping up and grabbing my coat as I went to the door, I knew just what to do. I thought as I ran out the door and got to my car. This is how I would get close to her; this is how I would get her to like me! I could make it work.
Hungary's POV
I sat in my dark room alone and in my sweatpants. This was insane, it was not right. Why did he have to make me suffer like this? Every night, every time I closed my eyes I saw him, naked…he was touching me, his hands were on me, he was pleasuring me…and worst of all it felt good. I hated it. I touched the growing bags under my eyes. It got to the point that I couldn't sleep. I stared at the TV fighting the warm arms of sleep as it tried to carry me to slumber. Why did late night shows have to be so boring. Sure it was all great around 11, pretty good at 1 and 2, but after 3, bah, it all when to hell. I was watching a TV show from the 80s, they had been playing a marathon of this since 3… it was now 5…and it all just seemed so boring. It was in my native language but still nothing they said seemed to process in my mind. I had no idea who was who or what was going on…. All I knew was that I was tired. I lay back on my bed and closed my eyes for a second and felt sleep engulf me, I was about to fall under and felt my mind begin to shut down when a loud tap caused my eyes to shoot open. I took a deep breath and look around. Everything seemed to be in order…nothing changed…but where did that sound come from I thought. I looked around and then my mind gave up and said that it didn't care as I began to fall asleep again. Again I was so close to fully being asleep when I heard another sound. This time it was a knock, and it was coming from my window. I walked over and moved my curtain and saw a sad looking vampire sitting on my room waiting for me. I groaned and rolled my eyes.
"You have a lot of nerve coming back here," I told him and he gave an apologetic smile.
"I know…I had no right to…but…I want to talk to you," he said.
"No way in hell am I letting you," I yelled at him and he flinched a little.
"Please, please, I just want to talk to you, I promise I won't do anything…I know how to help you," he told me. His eyes looked very sincere but I wasn't sure what to think. I looked him over for a minute and then sighed way too tired to argue. I leaned over and opened the window and he slid inside. For a minute his face was inches from mine, and he paused slightly. "You haven't been sleeping," he said noticing the bags under my eyes. He walked to the center of the room and I sat back down on my bed and muted the lame comedy that was on the TV.
"Yeah, because you have ben messing with my mind you ass," I snapped. He flinched again slightly but quickly played it off. I looked at his face and saw that he had heavy bags under his eyes as well. "You don't look so hot yourself," I told him. He smiled slightly.
"Yes, because I haven't been feeding," he told me. I rolled my eyes.
"What, is the guilt finally getting to you?" I asked. He shook his head.
"The only guilt I feel is the guilt from making you suffer so much," he told me. "The guilt of making someone, who I like so much, hate me."
"Good, you should feel guilty about that! This is all your fault!" I told him.
He frowned. "Well the reason I can't feed is because I don't want to hurt you anymore," he said.
"What the hell is that supposed to me?" I snapped again, confused.
"Well," he explained. "We have imprinted…and if I was to take blood from anyone else…not only would I feel sick but you would feel hurt, as if I was betraying, and God forbid I break the imprint you would begin to feel depressed and you would feel pain…as if I broke your heart," he told me. "I know that isn't fair, I know that I dragged you into all of this and it was all very selfish of me and I am very sorry, but I thought of a way that we could both be happy," he said. "I have no right to ask this of you but I don't want to hurt you more, if you felt more pain because of me I don't know if I could handle that. I want to help you, and this is the only way. I want to make you a deal, I will take the feels you feel for me, all the dreams and attraction you feel when you sleep, I will take it away from you, and the only thing you have to do for me is feed me," he told me and then looked away.
I blinked. "What?"
"Well," he said. The only way to keep the dreams away is if you spend some more time with me. "I can do that, I don't have to actually be with you…if you prefer I could just wait outside the window… you wouldn't have to see me but with my presence being so close, your mind would be at rest, you could go along with your life normally, but the only thing I ask in return is blood, I can't exactly drink other blood without causing the feeling to come back along with hurt… so… if you would just feed me, I promise to bring life back to the happy normal it used to be."
"So all I would have to do is give a little blood," I asked. "And then…I can be with my boyfriend without feeling guilty about my feelings for you?"
"Yup, ever few days, I would come in your room, take a little blood and then be on my way," he told me.
"Wouldn't I feel the feelings I felt before when you fed from, sexual attraction and stuff," she said.
"Nope, it only gets like that if either of us were to think of it as…sexual…or intimate, all we would have to do is consider it as is…a business deal…between friends," he said with a shy smile. "A win-win sort of deal, I help you live your life…and offer some nighttime protect from intruders, and you just pay a little blood," he said.
"It's not exactly a win-win, this is your fault in the first place," I told him. He sighed.
"Alright, alright, I'll even compel that piano guy to stop being an ass all the time, you have to say that would be a good deal," he told me with a small smile.
I blinked completely serious. "Could you actually do that?" I asked him. He laughed.
"Of course, I can offer that service too, anytime you need anyone compelled I would be happy to do it for you," he said smiling.
I fell back on my bed smiling. "Do you know how much Yaoi I could make with that?! That will be a very useful tool for me," I said smiling. I sat up and gave him one last look and sighed. "Alright, alright you got yourself a deal fangs," I told him. He smiled. "I guess that makes us friends now…ish."
He smiled. "Yup, I guess so."
"Are you sure you can handle it, what with you liking me and stuff?" I asked.
"I'll be fine, he said. "It doesn't matter… as long as I can keep from hurting you I am happy… thought I really do wish we could be friends," he said and I thought I saw him blush as he quickly look away. I felt a slight glow from his words, I'm not sure why…maybe it was just the feelings… yeah that was probably it. I sighed and rolled up the sleeve of my sweat shirt baring my pale wrist with bright blue vein mapping out the routes of all the blood beating my heart.
"Alright…a deal is a deal I guess," I said holding out my wrist to him. He blinked and just stared at it and then looked up at me.
"I didn't mean tonight…you already look so week, it wouldn't be right to feed from you now," he said. I blinked.
"But, you said that feeding would help with the feelings," I asked confused.
"Well…yes, that would be the most effective way…feeding could keep the dreams away for…a day or two…but my presence also helps…so I will let you get your sleep and feed from you when you are more…alive…for lack of a better term," he said eying me and smiling teasing. I chuckled slightly and then plopped down lying on my bed and turning the TV off.
"Whatever you say," I say as I burrow under the blankets. I hear him laugh as I see a shadow move toward the window, and then I hear it shut behind him. To me…it seemed like he left, but he was right… if I really concentrated I could feel him there with me….
Why did that comfort me so much?
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