OHMYGODIHATESCHOOL.

But enough about me. Here's another chapter.

Warning: Contains Sexual Content. Read At Your Own Risk.

Chapter 9

The week after Gregory and I's fight wasn't one for the record books. I seemed to get less sleep once he was gone, I couldn't play piano beautifully anymore, and I wouldn't have conversations with anyone. The only improvement from my misery were my grades. They sky rocketed to grades that were higher on my account.

I had nothing better to do or to think about, so class was my only focus.

It felt like Texas again.

I needed something to repair and distract myself from Gregory, so I picked up my phone and called Jeremy.

"Hey, Crys"

"Hey, can you come over?"

He laughs his famous laugh and agrees.

Jeremy was the only one that I could talk to on a serious note with Gregory. My mom didn't know that I was dating yet, because she would want him over for dinner, which was definitely out of the question; and Tony was too young for me to vent to him about my vampire-boyfriend troubles, so Jeremy was the perfect mix to tell.

"So, how are you holding up?" He asks in a comforting voice, taking out my personal bucket of Ben and Jerry.

"I'm managing," I lied. I didn't like lying to him, but I didn't want him to worry about me. But, his best friend intuition would soon kick in.

He stared at me for a while, letting out a huge sigh while churning his Phish Food. He sat down the tub on my nightstand and looked at me with his icy blue eyes.

"I'm going to ask you again," He started, "Are you doing alright?"

He got me.

I shook my head, knowing I couldn't fake my happiness anymore. He crossed his legs and got into therapy mode. I vented to him for what felt like hours, and he'd nod his head occasionally. He wouldn't speak, he just listened. He listened to me complaining that I was sleep deprived from missing him, and how I wasn't enjoying myself like how I was before.

I finally stopped talking and looked down at my melted Cherry Garcia. It was quiet for just a second until he finally gave me his response.

"I don't think straying away from him is what you need. What you need is to go see him."

Well didn't I feel stupid.

I smiled, knowing that I needed to see him - that I was going to see him. The only thing that scared me was that he would still be angry at me and shoo me away. But, if it was to bring us together again, I was willing to take that risk.

"I would drive you if you'd like, but I don't know where he lives," Jeremy offered, packing up his things to leave.

"Hey, I have my car. Plus, I don't want you to steal him."

He laughed, since he did think he was attractive. I've showed him pictures of him before, since he miraculously comes out in them. But, of course, that wasn't the main reason I wanted him to drive me.

Nightfall arrived, and I put on a red, pleated dress, black stockings and applied mousse in my hair. I learned to embrace my curls, but only around him. The way he'd tangle his fingers in them would make my heart melt, I couldn't keep them away from him.

I grabbed my coat and walked out to the balcony. It was freezing, and it was only September. Goosebumps were already making its peak on my skin, but the cold wasn't going to stop me from seeing him.

I sat on the edge of the balcony, spit into my hands, and rubbed them together. I eased myself off of the balcony, grasping onto the trellis that was conveniently there. I slowly held onto the metal bars with twisted vines, inching my way down. I would have taken my car, with a simple ten minute drive, but, I didn't want to risk waking up my parents and Tony.

Finally making my way to solid ground, and brushed off my dress from the dying leaves and forget me not petals. I crossed my arms and started my thirty minute walk to the cemetery.

The nipping wind wasn't to my liking, and with every step the wind got harder. It was as if the wind was trying to push me back to my house, telling me to go back. I ignored the call, and kept on walking until I reached the cemetery.

My fingers were almost frost-bitten, and my nose had turned the color of cherries. I shivered, walking towards the catacombs. Stopping dead in my tracks, I see my beloved pacing the cemetery grounds, biting at his thumb.

I hid behind one of the tombstones, watching his pearly skin glisten under the moonlight. God, he was beautiful, even when distressed. But distressed about what?

I leaned forward to get a better look at him, until a snap from a broken stick echoed around the eerie place. His advanced hearing made him turn his head sharply, searching for his intruder.

Maybe if I don't make any noise, he won't find me.

He sniffed around as if he were a dog, and then his face relaxed.

"Crystal, you can come out now."

How'd he find me?

I stepped out behind the tombstone, bearing my head down, not wanting to meet his gaze for once. I didn't want to see his boiling face, but he caught me off guard, and started running towards me. At first I thought he was going to swing at me, daring to step foot in his 'house'. But instead, he wrapped his arms around my waist, and pulled me close.

He was hugging me.

Taken aback from this sudden action, I then wrapped my arms around him soon after, taking in his intoxicating scent. He pulled away to give me one of the most passionate kisses he's ever bestowed upon me. Breaking the kiss, he huffed into my ear "I missed you."

I felt like crying in his arms right then and there, but I was wiser than that. I told him that I missed him as well, and I went on my tiptoes to kiss his sweet lips that I yearned for.

"I've been so lost without you, I haven't been sleeping, and I couldn't get you out of my mind-"

"You're telling me! I bit a person today!"

"You did!" I said in shock, but nonetheless, I shook of the fact. At least he got his fill of blood.

With the cold breeze and Gregory's cold skin, I started to shiver. He rubbed his thumbs over my goosebumps, and asked me if he wanted him to take me home. I nodded my head smiling, as we flew up into the sky.

I wasn't used to the cold weather early in the year, so I was scared that I'd catch something from how poorly I dressed. I sneezed into my coat arm, and my eyes red. I was for once waiting for our flight to end.

Some time later we finally managed to make it to my house, and entered my bathroom. Dressing out of my clothes into my nightgown, I checked myself in the mirror. I was coming down with something, but I wasn't sure what it was. I pulled my cheeks to try to get some blood flowing into them, but they remained sallow.

I walked out to see Gregory still here, sitting on my bed. He looked my way when I stepped out of the restroom and stood up, walking towards me. He took my hands and kissed them with his cool lips.

"I'm really sorry about everything again," he says in an apologetic tone. I nodded, giving him forgiveness.

"You could oppose to the idea if you're uncomfortable with it, but allow me to up for my absence." He said deeply, his words sitting like molasses.

Oblivious to what he was saying, I naïvely agreed. Suddenly, those cold, memorable lips crashed into mine, creating a symphony of emotion welling up inside of me. He's never kissed me like this before, but I didn't want him to stop. We slowly began to sit down and lean backwards onto my bed, so we were laying down while moving our lips back and forth.

My body temperature was escalating quickly as he began to hover over my smaller body. He was like a dark giant compared to my fairer appearance. Our lips continued to dance as he lowered himself on me, and broke the kiss to trail off to my neck. I gasped for air when he kissed it so tenderly. His hot breath against my cool skin sent me in shock.

I then felt a bulge up against my thigh, and my eyes widened with amazement. I knew what it was, but I never thought meet this sort of feeling so early.

He nipped at my neck with his fangs, soft enough not to break the skin. My hands trailed off to his back, where I grabbed ahold of his jacket, feeling a burning sensation inside my core.

He got off of me and looked me in the eyes. His were filled with lust, and judging his facial expression, so were mine. He motioned his hands to the buckle of his belt, and he looked at me for approval. I gave him my answer with a heated kiss, and he began to undo his pants, without breaking our seal.

Before I knew it his manhood saluted me, sticking out of his zipper. I got on my knees to meet face to face with his friend down south. I didn't know what I was doing, so I touched the very top with the tip of my fingers. He sighed deeply, telling me that I was going in the right direction. I cautiously grabbed ahold of his whole package, and slowly started moving my hand.

I picked up the pace, looking up at him the entire time. His face was filled with ecstasy and pure enjoyment, but he looked a bit bothered. I looked back down, and had a sudden instinct to lay my tongue on it.

"..!"

His expression was priceless, and I knew I had to continue what I was doing. I dropped my hands from himself and positioned my mouth over him. I licked the top and he was growling deep inside his chest. My heart raced as I began to enclose my mouth around him, earning a more vocal response. I moved back and forth, swirling my tongue around his member.

He began to say my name in a hushed tone. I brought my hands to hold my hair as I went faster. All of me felt dirty. I shouldn't be feeling like this. But, the sick side of me wanted me to feel even dirtier.

He brushed my hands away from my hair and replaced them with his own. He was now in control of me and pushing me up and down him faster than I ever was. I closed my eyes, relishing the moment.

Was I doing a good job? I had no idea. I'd listen to the girls back in school and hear about their naughty nights and how they did their "tasks". I never thought I'd be using those useless tips, but Gregory seemed to love them.

His panting became louder, and more animalistic. For whatever reason I was getting scared. They never told you the details in Sex Ed, so I had no idea if this was supposed to be happening or not.

"Crystal!" He shouted loudly, making me want to go faster. I was starting to get a headache from the lack of air. But, if my Gregory was enjoying himself, air could wait.

"I'm coming!" He softly screamed, giving a few more thrusts into my mouth. Coming? What does that mean?

Suddenly, hot fluid fell from his opening, and had an awful taste of lemons. The smell was atrocious, and it seeped from my mouth and the aroma leaked from my eyes and nostrils.

Oh. He means ejaculate.

I spat out everything onto the floor, and coughed from my surprise drink. His expression of lust quickly changed to concern as he came over to me, rubbing my back with his hand.

"I'm sorry, Crystal!" He said, trying to make the situation better. I kept on coughing up the gooey, white substance. I know it wasn't his fault, it was mainly mine for not being well-educated in the slang.

I finished coughing, but the taste still lingered in my mouth. After many sorries, I hushed him with a kiss, which he gladly returned. I waved him goodbye, and ran straight into my restroom.

I brushed my teeth four times to get the awful taste from my mouth. It was one of the most erotic, yet nastiest things I've ever done in my life. I didn't know what to think of it as new emotions started to take toll. I wasn't as innocent as I was before, and I wasn't sure if I was okay with that or not.

I left my doors open that night, to get rid of his scent from my room so my mom wouldn't catch onto anything. Underneath my downy blankets, I looked out the window to hear my sweetheart's bat cry. I smiled and closed my eyes; and even the cool Scottish air wouldn't chill the warmth I had that night.