I grabbed on of the plates in the sink and threw it at him. "You're the one who's full of it!"

He tilted his head to the side out of the way of the incoming plate. I glared at him.

"Look I don't know who you think you are, or even what you are but you're not treating me like crap. I have feelings to and I don't deserve to be put through this shit." I stated clearly to his face. I wasn't his play thing or a pet. "Oh, and if you think I'm staying here you're so wrong."

"Heh, you talk as if you have a choice. Remember this you have no choice here. The weak never have choices." He walked away into the dark hallway. If only looks could kill. I sighed and walked after him.

"Since I'm staying here, where will I sleep?" I looked around to see if I saw him.

"On the floor." I heard his voice come from what I assumed was the bathroom. Not long after the shower started running. "What part of the floor?" I was trying to annoy him enough to make me leave, or even just toss me out the window. No answer he must have not heard me. I sat on the floor and took a long nap.

Flashback:

A man with glasses and a ponytail stood above me. "Something that is nor good yet it is nor evil. What an interesting thing you are." I slumped down even more. "No need to be afraid I won't hurt you" He reached out to touch me but I growled at him and tried to bite his hand.

"Should we kill her?" A boy with weird looking hands asked. He looked at me as if I were a pathetic rat.

"No we'll just erase her memory for now. We'll let it slowly come back until she remembers she's a-

End of flashback

I felt something lightly kick my leg. I slowly opened my eyes to see something I thought I would never see in a lifetime. Vice had come out the bathroom in a towel. My eyes trailed up and down his well toned body.

"Like what you see." He smirked before walking off into another room and closing the door. I got up from the floor and stood in front of the door he went through.

"Umm...let me know when you're done." I blushed slightly. I can't believe I'm falling for a guy I just met. What was wrong with me? I leaned on the door to see if I could hear any movement inside. The door opened quickly and I fell on top of him. Instantly He pushed me off as if I burned his skin. "Oww." Groaned in pain.

"What were you doing out there?" Obviously he didn't like the fact that I fell on top of him. He stood up his green jacket wide open.

"I was making sure you didn't leave me, I mean not like you was waiting for me or anything like that you know what I mean right, it's not like…I should just stop talking right now." I fiddled with my fingers embarrassed that I had no explanation.

"Yea you should stop talking." He walked over to the closet and pulled out a blanket and pillow. "Here, you'll be sleeping in the hallway." He handed me the blanket.

"I thought you was kidding when you said I was sleeping on the floor." I glared at him and then the pillow. "And why can't I sleep in here with you." I realized what I just said.

"You want to sleep with me?" He looked at me with a perverted look.

"Not the kind your thinking of you perv" I chucked the pillow at his head.

"You don't even know which one I'm talking about." He climbed into his bed at the other side of the room.

"Well it's obvious your thinking of the other sleep." I made myself comfortable on the floor, might as well get to know it. "Hello floor. An how do you feel about me sleeping on you. You don't like it? Well neither do I." I glanced at him from the corner of my eye. All I saw was a lump in the covers which I guessed was him.

"You're crazy." He murmured.

"I Know."