Here's chapter 12. I guess I'm on a role today. Four chapters in twenty four hours. :3
"I'm so sorry Ari. I didn't mean to make it seem like I was with you because I wanted your blood. I love you, so much. I didn't think it was possible to feel this way. I think about your blood a lot, but I think about your eyes and your smile and the way you make my pulse race way more," Gregory said in one breath as if he was afraid that he wouldn't say it all if he paused.
"Gregory, I'm so sorry that I overreacted. I love you too, you're all I think about," I said pulling him down to my level and kissing him.
"You love me too?" Gregory asked smiling at me.
Instead of answering I flipped on a lamp in my closet. He flinched slightly but soon adjusted. I turned around and looked for an outfit. I found some short black and red checkered shorts, a black and white layered tank top, and black gladiator sandals. Without telling him, I pulled off my t-shirt. I pulled off my sleep shorts and looked up to his face.
He wasn't bright red like I thought he would be. Except his eyes, they were rubies. I walked up to him and bit his neck roughly. I then walked over got dressed and walked into the bathroom across the hall, swinging my hips slightly.
He followed me like a lost puppy. I glanced at the mirror and saw a slight glimmer where Gregory was standing but nothing else. I put on my make up and straightened my hair without looking at him. I could feel the tension radiating off of him. When I was finished I looked at him and smirked.
He had a bright red mark on his neck and he was glowering at her. I busted out laughing. I laughed so hard I was crying. His lip quivered slightly and he turned slightly red.
"Why are you laughing at me?" he asked in a small voice.
"I can't help it, you're just so funny," I said. "I was getting you back for the hickey on my neck. By the way."
"What's a hickey?" Gregory asked, looking adorably confused.
"This," I said grabbing his hand and placing it over the hickey on my neck.
"So I have one of these also?" he asked as his index finger stroked over the bruised flesh.
Instead of answering I ran my finger over the reddish skin of his neck. I scratched it slightly and turned around to the bathroom mirror. I fixed my makeup slightly from where I started laughing and felt his arms wrap around my waist. I nestled back into his arms and hummed slightly when he kissed my hickey softly.
"Ana! C'mon, are you ready?" my mom shouted up the stairs to me.
I jumped in Gregory's arms. He chuckled and turned me around and placed his lips on mine softly. I kissed him back and melted when he growled softly. He pulled back and nibbled on my lower lip slightly. I groaned and, as hard as it was, pushed him away.
"I have to go, Fangles," I said, pecking him on the lips one more time and walking down the steps to find my mother.
"Don't call me that," I heard Gregory whisper as he went into the cellar.
"Did I just hear somebody talking?" mom asked offhandedly.
"Nope, not at all. Let's shop until we drop, chica," mom said lacing her arms through mine and grabbed the car keys.
Once we were in the car the questioning started. They started off good and slow. Like, "What's his name?"
"Gregory Sackville Bagg," I said, smiling slightly.
"Oh you've got it bad. You're smiling just from saying his name. So, I'm going to start getting a little harder. How far have you guys gone?" she asked.
"Mom!" I shouted, blushing.
"I think I need to know. I mean if you've gotten far enough, we should find some precautions. Like birth control and condoms," she said, clinically. Not noticing my flinches. Obviously.
"I've been in just my panties and bra in front of him. But we haven't gone farther than kissing," I said, seeing her look suspicious, I added, "I promise."
By that time, thank God or Buddha or who ever was looking out for me, we were at the shops. When we got out of the car I groaned slightly. Amber McLillian and her posse of bitches were outside one of the shops. I prayed they wouldn't see me. I looked over and saw that my mom ran over to the coffee shop and left me defenseless. Thanks mom! Not.
"Hey baby girl, what's shakin'," a voice said from behind me.
I glanced back and visibly relaxed. I saw that it was Decan. He walked up to me and threw his arm over my shoulder just as Amber walked over. She looked like she was ready to claw somebody. And that somebody was me.
Save Me!
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