We exited the plane along with the crowd and looked for our family. Before I had a decent chance to look I was attacked with a hug from Layla from behind. I turned around and returned the hug then proceeded to hug Emily. Once we were done Daemon and Craig, who had been talking with Tony, hugged me tightly in a brotherly way. Melissa and Paul however kept there distance from all of us. Once everyone was reunited we walked over to Melissa and Paul. I was mad at Melissa, but would save my rage for a different place. She looked at me for a brief moment then turned and walked off towards the parking lot. We followed silently until we reached her black SUV. We then got in and were silent until we reached out new house.
I didn't take the time to notice its features and just followed Melissa into the house and into the first room on the left from the foyer which I think was the living room. It was dark, and painted a burnt orange, a subtle lime green and a nice charcoal black. The couch was black leather and there was a huge TV on the wall. Beside both sides of the TV was a rack of DVD's that had already been placed into the slots. There were stereos placed throughout the room as well as lights in the ceiling. The drapes on the windows in the front varied from green to orange and in the back there was a large window just like the castle. The view, also just like the castle, was gorgeous.
There was a forest, covered in snow and way in the background was a snow covered mountain. It almost made moving a bit better. Almost.
Melissa sat on the couch which smelt of new leather and everyone followed. I stared at her intently waiting. She seemed to be contemplating something.
"What am I going to tell them? The truth is terrible…I… o shit. You heard all that didn't you." Melissa thought. She had snapped her head up and stared at me. I nodded.
"The truth Melissa. I believe we deserve the truth." I said to her aloud. Everyone looked from Melissa to me. She sighed.
"What if we just kept running? Maybe it will stop soon." She thought forgetting everything we had said and continued to think. Her thoughts echoed in my head.
"What does she mean?" I thought.
"What does who mean?" Tony asked me with his thoughts.
"Never mind" I thought back to him. "No Melissa, tell us what's going on. We can't keep running and we won't, especially when we don't know what were running from." He said. He had read my mind and figured out what was going on. He could only read my mind, no one else's. That was added to the list of things we still didn't understand, not even Melissa.
"Vincent Vitorio is a vampire. He is a vicious, malicious, murderous, killer of the innocent. He is what you would call the king of all vampires. If a vampire exposes themselves or even thinks about it he destroys them. If a human stumbles onto one of his many illegal operations he would torture them then kill them, and with pleasure." She paused. We urged her to continue but she just sat there. Minutes passed and I was about to read her thoughts but she finally continued. "He also kills for the sport. He is the oldest vampire in the world and the most manipulative. He is the essence of what we think of when we hear the word vampire. A true vampire he would call himself." She said. I sat and listened. The name Vitorio was also familiar but I couldn't think of it. And then, like a ton of bricks, it hit me.
"That was his castle wasn't it." I said amazed. "He owned that castle. That's why we had to leave, because he found out we were there. He is your-your-your- husband." I stuttered. She looked down at her feet ashamed.
"Yes he was my husband. And yes that is his castle and yes that is why we had to leave. Someone triggered a security system I hadn't found and disabled, at the front door. He used that to find me. I have been hiding from him for years and years on end and then when I finally found this place I figured he wouldn't suspect I was right under his nose. I stayed there for years and was never bothered. Years and he didn't even cross my mind. I had truly believed he had given up on me, but I was wrong. Now, more than ever, he is going to want to find me. To find me and make me Queen again and nothing will stop him." She said. I frowned. Melissa was a coward. She didn't want to face him.
"Why are you hiding from him? Why does he want you back? What happened?" Tony asked. She sobbed slightly.
"Well, believe it or not, I used to be in love with him and him with me but, I ruined him. I, being the queen, had a reputation for being married to a "real vampire" We were "Real vampires." and we took the meaning of the word to its fullest. We ruled the underworld and nothing stood in our way. And then there was a human. He was small, puny, and all over pathetic but he said something, something that to this day I can't remember, that changed everything. From that day on I vowed to be a vegetarian and to never slip. Vincent, not liking my new diet, tried to convince me otherwise for a little while and when he saw it just wasn't working he had me locked up and told anyone who asked about me that I was sick. For a year he locked me up and fed me only humans, which I had to eat. Once he decided I was finally 'normal' again he put me back on the thrown with him. I remained at his side for months and watched as innocent people were killed and he just sat there and laughed. I however did not find it amusing. One day I got so sick of it I stormed off in the middle of one of his torture sessions. I went into the vault that was in the castle and took a book out. It was the book of Aramond, the book of the living dead and used old magi to place a curse on all the vampires who drank human blood. The curses made all those who drank humans have to live a life of eternal hell and were cursed with powers. Mine was a lucky one. Some were horribly vicious. The curse wasn't much of a curse for most people really. One of the servants on the castle had a power that if he stared at someone for more than a second their whole body would shut down, organs and all and then some were cursed with random explosions of cuts or flames all over. The worst for all humanity and by far the most powerful was Vincent's. He had them all. Every power there was at the palm of his hands. And with all that power he went insane. He lost all sense of humanity and compassion, including his love for me." She said. I was stunned. Before I had a chance to recover she continued.
"I told him I was going to leave, which was a mistake. He reminded me of the day I was changed. He changed me on sacred grounds. I was bound to him for eternity and still am." She said now sobbing. Paul hugged her to comfort her and shared the same look of sorrow as everyone else did. Everyone except Layla and me.
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Vampire Note #34
Layla and I were the least compassionate of all of us. I was highly insensitive, to a point where it would be considered cruel. Layla lacked compassion for a lot of this because of her mother's tragic death. Her mother was shot eleven times and stabbed 16 by her father and her father's girlfriend. They were sentenced to life for first degree murder and possession of narcotics but killed themselves before the case was taken to court. My reason was because my dad didn't give a shit about me, my grandfathwe who I loved dearly died of pneumonia and of coarse my brother's death had a great affect on me as well. I think I also was born without the natural capacity to symphathyze. Come to think of it, that was probably Vincents fault.
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"This is ridiculous. An insane vampire ruler is trying to kill us. Why is it no body ever tells anybody anything around here unless their about to die! I am so sick of that! Can this get any more frustrating?" I yelled to no one in particular.
"This is critical. He is trying to kill us just to get to you. We would have fought already. We are strong Melissa, you know that. Is something else, something important?" Layla said hotly.
"There is nothing more. I have to keep running and now that you all have been seen with me you must too. I am sorry but this must happen." Melissa said still sobbing. I had had it.
"Are you serious!?" I shrieked. Melissa nodded slightly. I had finally blown it. I sped out of the room, leaving a trail of fire behind me. I needed to calm down. I needed to go somewhere cold. Somewhere to calm my thoughts.
I ran out of the house and into the backyard where the forest was. I feed on two deer then ran into the distance, fire slowly dying down. Once I reached the mountain I was covered in soot but back to my normal non-flaming self. I lay in the snow until my thoughts cleared, which must have taken hours if not days, and then I heard a voice.
"She's gorgeous." It said. There was a baby, big bright blue-green eyes, soft dirty blonde hair, tiny yet strong features, quietly laying in its sleeping mothers arms. "She is destined to do great things." The Velvety, hypnotic voice said with his mild Italian accent.
"When?" Another voice asked.
"Eighteen. She must be eightteen. No earlier. She will be damned soon enough, let her have her fun while it lasts." The first voice said. Then the voiced stopped and a new set of voiced started
"You imbecile, it'll be your head for this you count on it. Vincent does not tolerate mistakes especially ones as large as this. You better-" The voice was cut off by another familiar one.
"I do not tolerate mistakes, this is true, but what, I may ask, has happened to make say you such a thing?" the man with the thick Italian accent, Vincent, said. The other men did not reply and he became angry, his finger tip flaming slightly. "The consequences of your actions will be dire if not death if you do not answer me this instant." He said in a soft, yet horrifyingly deadly voice.
"Forgive me sire. A horrible mistake was made. The girl, she, she was bitten earlier this morning by one of our men. He would have killed her had another vampire not removed him from her." The other man said shakily. Vincent's voice was strangely calm, an eerie calm.
"Was this other vampire one of ours?" He asked softly. The other man nodded. "Was it a woman?" He asked.
"I am unsure sire but I will be looking into that." He said softly then trotted away, at human speed. Then the voices changed again.
"The girl is a vampire. Who changed her and where. I need information immediately. Who was the vampire who removed our changer from the girl?" Vincent said. This time it was an image. It was a large room with a table stretching from wall to wall, seats decorated like a throne and table with details dating back to the 1300's. Vincent was striding slowly across the room and then back again. The people, or for lack of a better word beings, staring intently at him, eyes never leaving him for a moment, awaiting his next direction or movement. Then a small wrinkled old man stood and spoke.
"Jack Mahoney, sir. Changed the girl exactly one week ago to this day in a dark alley. The vampire who saved her from death is… someone who you might want to take care of personally." The old man said. Vincent stopped in his tracks. He about faced to look at the old man; with his striking features and cold reddish-black eyes and stared intently. The old man nodded as if answering an unsaid question.
"Then why isn't anyone following them! I want them to be watched. Especially her. Where is she? Where is the moron who didn't tell me this sooner so that I can kill him and where is my wife!" Vincent boomed though out the room. Suddenly people were scurrying and working and the whole room was at chaos. Chaos at which Vincent did not tolerate.
"SIT!" He yelled. Faster than he could have said it again everyone was seated and the chaos was controlled. "Find her and bring her to me. Bring the girl too, she is the key to everything and do it quickly. In fact bring them all!" He said in his regular deadly hypnotic tone. At his final statement everyone exited the room and all was quiet again. The vision or memory ended and I was once again aware of the mountain scenery around me.
Before I could find myself thinking about what I had just seen and heard I was running back towards the house. I ran in though the front door where everyone was generally in the same positions as they were when I left.
"You knew." I said directing my statement at Melissa. "You knew he was after me and you ran. You let me change into a monster in that room, in that castle, right where he would find me and once I was done you explained the whole vampire thing then ran away from him as you had been doing for years and still are. He wanted me from birth. I was marked for death and you didn't do anything to stop it. And Jack Mahoney. It's his fault they are vampires. He knew we would be at that audition and he knew where to find me because he had been tracking me even since I was born, which means Vincent has been tracking me since birth too." I said in a rage. The something came to me.
"But it didn't go according to Vincent's plan now did it? He thought he would have me from the beginning and that I would take over as queen someday. You ruined his plan. Twice. But that curse that you placed on all those vampires still lives today. And it wasn't much of a curse. He is unstoppable." I said quickly. Surprisingly my power was controlled and I had no burning sensation anywhere. Melissa looked at me, eyes ranging from confused to scared.
"What?" Tony said, speaking for the first time in a while.
"I was marked for this. They expect all this to happen. Everything, or at least most of it. They planned to have Melissa and me forever. And still do. We are marked. But what I don't understand is the relation between us. You two were human before and were changed at different times so unless you aren't telling me something again this doesn't make sense." I said then something connected in my brain "You married him while he was a vampire but didn't know. He tricked you onto sacred grounds and changed you didn't he?" I asked. She nodded solemnly, "But who changed him? Melissa a little help!" I said suddenly exhausted.
"I don't know." She said after a few minutes of silence. "But maybe…, but then again maybe not. Or maybe…" She trailed off them picked back up again "Maybe the answer lies…" Melissa said looking as thought she was having an epiphany. She ran out of the room faster than I would have thought even a vampire possible. I was about to get up and follow her but she came back. "Come with me. Everyone. We have some unpacking to do, and quick." She said in Spanish then ran out of the room. I translated then we followed.
We followed behind her quickly, hoping she could answer the problem ahead of us. We ended up down the three mile driveway where the moving van was parked. She opened the back and began throwing boxes out of the van. We all caught them as she tossed them and ran them up to the house, only to return and do the same. After almost the whole van was empty Melissa stopped. With a rapid movement she picked up the box lying in front of her and ran back into the house. We all shrugged then followed. After we found her again, which was a matter of seconds we sat down on the floor next to her. We were on the third level of the five level house where the library was.
It was large and had an old fashioned style to it with new age furniture. She had opened the box and began spreading books all over the floor. The books were not average books, they were… old. There were large hard cover leather ones and there were flimsy dusty ones. There were some in Spanish, others Latin, Greek, lots in Italian and some in languages I couldn't even begin to make out. There was one book however that caught my eye. It was in Latin. From what I could make out it said The Living and the Breathing's Guide to the Life of the Undead by…No I couldn't have read that right. Dracula? He's just a superstition. Isn't he?
"At this rate ill believe anything." Tony thought to me. I nodded but still couldn't speak. Melissa had opened different many books in different languages to different pages and pictures. It was almost enough to make you dizzy. Her eyes were speeding across the page rapidly, going from page to page and book to book, speaking softly switching from language to language; looking for something I hoped was going to help us. Days passed or so it felt like it and Melissa hadn't moved. Everyone else got bored and anxious so decided to unpack the essentials. We unpacked the library which felt like it took days alone because there were so many books.
Every once in a while we were unpacking Melissa would mumble or grunt indicating for us to give her the book we were putting away or that she had found something interesting. Over the quickly growing days I grew bored and eventually decided to look for something that might help. I picked up The Living and the Breathing's Guide to the Life of the Undead and began to read it and took it to mine and Tony's plain room on the third floor.
I plopped down on the windowseat and read. It was generally a biography of Dracula's life and habits but also had facts about the life of regular vampires. I on the other hand was not a regular vampire and grew bored after a few of the complicatedly worded small printed chapters. Then I reached a chapter that intrigued my curiosity. It read:
As a child I dreamt about vampires frequently. When I told my parents of the dreams they would look at me in disgust. At the age of twenty I found myself unmarried, uneducated, and living in my parents basement only to come out on those nights. One night I came across something, more like someone oddly familiar. In my dreams was a man, six feet four, two-hundred lbs. , jet black hair, long black over coat and blackish red eyes. His name was Vincent I believe, and he was the town 'vampire'. He only came out at night therefore earning his strangely accurate nickname. And there before me he was taking a night stroll. He had been out longer than usual that night and then I knew my longly awaited fate was about to some true.
After he was a good hundred feet away I whispered "I know what you are, I'll tell everyone. Unless you do one simple thing for me." With that he then turned around ran toward me at his inhuman speed and stood inches away from my face. "What do you want kid?" He whispered roughly at me. I smiled devilishly. "Bite me." I had said. He had smiled then sunk his retracted venom coated teeth into my neck. I smiled then it was all dark. Sadly to this day I can not remember what had happened directly after that. I learned that now I had a problem as a human man that had caused me to go insane and obsessive about vampires. Now I live the life I had always dreamed of, the life I always wanted it to be. I never regretted my decision.
And to this day I do not regret it. After that fateful night I realized I was reported missing and was to leave the town at once. I searched for the vampire called Vincent for months to never find him. Eventually I had to move on so I ran to a town I can not remember the name of in Quebec where I lived for centuries moving generally from place to place every decade. Slowly I learned and recorded the abnormal differences of vampire and human such as diet, speed, strength, need of breath, and many others of which if you are reading this book you already know.
As I aged I learned.
Around the 1800's all the creatures of the world relocated to the
underworld where we wouldn't be bothered. The vampires lived under
Antarctica and Canada where the other creatures spread through out
the rest of the underworld. It was much more comfortable than the
upperworld, much more space you know? Point being if somehow this
book ends up in the upperworld and you are a vampire reading it come
down to the underworld, we have cookies!
I then began to wonder. Could it have been the same Vincent trying to kill me right now? It was possible wasn't it? He was the oldest vampire in the world and underworld though. I was about to continue but was interrupted by a rather, distracting, image.
Tony had walked in the room after his shower with only a towel on and he looked amazing. His abs were perfectly sculpted into a modest six pack and his arms and legs had just enough muscle to tell he was extremely strong, but not enough to say "meathead". He shined slightly after taking his shower and his hair was all messy but sexy from being towel dried. He looked over at me then smiled and I smiled back embarrassed for ogling at him. Neither one of us knew what to say, so we said nothing. He walked into the closet and got dressed in a black and green Three Days Grace shirt I bought for him, baggy black jeans, green converse and a silver belt with a DC logo on it. He also was wearing his usual bracelets and wristband but he wasn't wearing his cross around his neck like he used to when he was human. I didn't blame him; I stopped believing in anything after the transformation too. He still looked unbelievably hot, even with his clothes on.
"Hey, can I cut your hair?" I asked him. He looked at me, his face dropping into a worried expression. "Can I?" I asked him with puppy-dog eyes.
"Will it grow back?" He asked me. I smiled.
"Yes it will grow back." I told him.
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Vampire
Note #35
It would grow back. Even though the venom spread through
his body and stopped all his organs, the one that makes his hair
grow, which I really don't know the name of because I skipped
health class all the time, still works. I was happy about that
because I could cut my hair really short and it would grow back the
next day.
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I took a pair of scissors out of the desk that was next to the closet. "I can believe how stupidly arranged this room is. Why is the desk all the way over here" I muttered to myself, he laughed then rolled his eyes. I took the leather desk chair and placed it in front of the mirror in the bathroom.
"Sit." I said to him. He began to mosey over to me but I grew impatient so I ran behind him and pushed him into the chair. I turned the chair around so he couldn't see what I was doing then quickly cut his hair to look like Dylan Bruno's in my old favorite TV show NUMB3RS. I then stood back to admire my work then smiled. "Exactly how I wanted it, no, I got an idea" I ran into our closet, got the dye and ran back into the bathroom. "Im just gonna dye it a little lighter." Before he could object I put on some rubber gloves I found in the bathroom sink's drawer then ran the dye through his hair. I, being my impatient self didn't want to wait for the dye to work and then wash it out so I bought a new brand where you put it in for a few seconds then you wash it right out. So I did, and again I smiled because it looked exactly like I wanted it to look like. Finally I was finished and I spun him around so he could see it. He smiled.
"Matt Damon meets Dylan Bruno?" He asked. I smiled.
"You look even better than both of them and, that is seriously saying something." I told him. He smiled then pulled me down on top of him.
"Do I get a reward for putting up with your silly antics?" He asked. I smiled then moved my head down so he could kiss me. We started out slow then our kiss became more urgent and intimate. As he began to slide my shirt off I felt a wave of panic wash over me.
"Tony we have to stop." I told him. He grunted then removed his hand from my almost removed shirt, obviously aggravated. "You know I love you right?" I told him as I got off him.
"Yeah, whatever." He said as he walked out of the room.
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"I don't fucking get it!" Tony huffed as he stormed into Daemons room. "I don't fucking get it at all!" he yelled. He then paused for a moment. "Where's Layla?" he barked.
"She's in the bathroom doing her hair. Why?" Daemon replied, slightly taken aback. Tony walked into the bathroom, grabbed Layla by the shirt, dragged her out of the room and shut the door.
"Well excuse me!" Layla yelled from the hallway, then stalked off towards Tony and I's room.
"Clam down To, what don't you get?" Daemon asked calmly. He had correctly assumed it had to do with Tony and me's relationship. We used to fight constantly but as we got older it turned into a more silent argument until one party apologized to the other because they forgot what the fight was about.
"Every freaking time we get a bit little closer but she pulls away. Every freaking time! I'm sick of it! She says she loves me, and I tell her every chance I get how much I love her yet she still doesn't want to go any further than we have! I don't get it!" Tony spilled out then crashed on Layla and Daemon's completely unmade bed.
"We'll maybe she's not ready…" Daemon stated simply. Tony thought for a second then shook his head.
"How couldn't she be? We've been dating for almost 5 years, seriously man, how much longer could she possibly need?" Tony asked.
"I don't know man, women are a mystery. Have you talked to her about it?" He asked.
"What am I supposed to say to her Dame, 'Hey, how come we haven't had sex yet?' what kind of a dick would say that?" Tony replied exasperatedly. Daemon looked like he was going to say something then stopped. Then, reaching a moot point, they sat and stared at each other in silence.
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"Your boyfriend is SO rude! He just freaking came into my room and dragged me out like a freaking dog! What the fuck is wrong with him?!" She asked aloud beginning to pace. Layla then stopped when she saw me sitting cross legged on the bed staring out the window in a slight daze. "Did you two have a fight?" she asked softly. She sat down on the bed next to me and I leaned on her shoulder.
"Tony and I have never had sex." I blurted out quietly. There was a look of shock on Layla's face but it passed quickly.
"He's not gay is he?" Layla said in slight horror. This made me laugh out loud in spite.
"No. He's not. Far from it actually. It's me. Every time we get close I freak out and either walk away and do something else or just tell him we can't. I guess he got sick of it this time. Oh, fuck and he's probably telling Daemon, great, now I'm never gonna hear the end of this." I said then plopped backward on the bed.
"Why though? Why do you keep stopping?" Layla asked. I wish I had a simple answer for such a simple question. Why do I keep stopping? I love him right? I always tell him that.
"I don't know." I replied honestly.
"Well that's something you should figure out hon," she replied "cuz I'm telling you now, he isn't gonna sit around and wait for you forever." She finished then kissed my head and walked out of the room.
I sat and thought for what felt like hours. I knew I loved him. Why was I having such a problem with this? And then it hit me. I knew exactly why I couldn't bring myself to do it. I was scared. I was scared he wouldn't love me afterwards. Scared something would happen to us and we'd never be able to go back to what we were. Is that an irrational fear? Will he still be there? There's only one way to find out.
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"I think you should go talk to her." Daemon said with a crooked smile. Tony looked up from staring at his lap puzzled as if asking why. "Just do it." He said. Tony nodded solemnly then walked out of the room as Layla walked back in giving Tony a death glare.
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Because Daemon's ability was to feel and manipulate people's emotions he knew how I was feeling and how I was going to react, making his advice to Tony reasonable.
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"So whad you tell him?" Layla asked and sat down next to him, grabbing his arm for her to lean on.
"Just to talk to her. You?" He replied.
"More along the lines of think about it and realize your being an idiot." She told him. He smiled.
"I'm sure as hell glad we didn't have that problem." He said smiling.
"Yeah, me too." She smiled back.
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"Hi." Tony said awkwardly as he walked into the room and shut the door.
"Hi." I said just as awkwardly back. There was an uncomfortable silence between us. He came down and sat in front of me cross-legged. Taking my hands lovingly he began to speak.
"So um, about what happened earlier, I'm sorry I walked off on you like that… I was just… frustrated."
"Don't be," I replied "It's all my fault, as usual. I just… don't know. I panicked I guess." I rambled.
"Look Nik, as you know I'm not good with words," I laughed, remembering when he first asked me out. He could barely get the word 'Will' out of his mouth so I just told him yes. He was so happy that day he hugged me. It was quite the skeptical. "But I feel like you need to know this so I'm gonna try." He said as if the words for physically paining him. "I love you, more than you could ever know and more than I could ever begin to tell you. And I want you to know that I'll wait for you. Forever if I have to. I realized that forcing you to do something you aren't ready to do is not going to do our relationship any good and I don't ever want to jeopardize that. Ever." He struggled. I smiled, realizing how much he truly loved me.
"I love you too Tony, and I mean that." I said. I leaned forward and kissed him. At first there was no response so I stopped, then realized that he was not responding because he thought I was forcing myself to do this. I then pushed him back on the bed and straddled him. I kissed up and down his neck and nibbled his ear but there was still no response. Growing impatient I un-buckled and slid off his belt and began to undo his jeans when he grabbed my hands and pulled them to his sides.
"Are you sure about this?" He asked his voice slightly more gravely than usual. I freed myself from his grip and finished un-zippering his zipper. He took that as a yes then smiled widely.
Faster than the eye can see, at least the human eye anyway, he flipped us over, pulled off my shirt and I his jeans. I was silently thanking god, or whoever it was out there, that I was wearing the matching black and pink frilly underwear set Layla had made me buy from Victoria's Secret. It took him a bit longer to take off my jeans because they were so tight but he managed to do so quickly. I undid the buttons of his shirt as rapidly as possible then marveled as his perfect abs. I stroked them with my hands then made my way up to his chest and slid one arm behind his neck to pull him closer to me. He, somewhat roughly but not painfully, pulled my hair out of its usual ponytail and tangled his fingers through it. Our tongues danced as we let our hands roam each other's bodies. Then, very skillfully I might add, he took my bra off with his teeth and I laughed at how much he resembled an animal. I then, very smoothly slid off the boxers I had bought for him and threw them god knows where. It seemed as though time was non-existent. No one and nothing mattered but us at that moment in time. We were finally one and nothing could ever change that.
At about ten pm I awoke from a sleepy state to find Tony's gorgeous green/blue eyes staring into mine. I smiled and kissed him sweetly on the lips.
"Hi." I said simply.
"Hi." He said. I admired how sexy his voice was. It was so deep and gruff but not too gruff. It made me smile even wider.
"I love you." I told him while moving from lying on my side facing him to lying on my back.
"I love you too." He stated back. We sat in a comfortable silence while I traced the lines of his tattoo, admiring its quality. "Hey, I didn't know you had another tattoo." He said. I turned to him.
"I don't have another tattoo…" I replied to him perplexed.
"Yeah you do. I noticed it last night, you must have gotten it when you were drunk or something, and it's seriously sexy." He said. I thought back really hard to the last time I was drunk. It was at a party, weeks before I was turned and I was pretty sure I didn't get it then. There was no way I got it afterwards though because I would have remembered.
"Where is it?" I asked him. I felt stupid asking but I honestly couldn't think of when I could have gotten it. He pulled the sheets down and there on my right hip was a black tattoo of a lion with a snake in its mouth. "I've never seen that before." I said dumbfounded. He laughed.
"Well either way, it's awesome. Fitting cuz it's on you." He said. I rolled my eyes exasperated.
"You are so corny, its actually painful sometimes." I told him. He pouted jokingly.
"Now you're gonna pay for that" he said wickedly and began to tickle my mercilessly.
"Tony! Stop!" I laughed hysterically. "Tony!" I exclaimed. He finally ceased to tickle me. We ended up in one of the same positions we were in last night, him lying on top of me. He closed the gap between our lips and kissed me harder and yet softer than he had ever before. We were enjoying having no boundaries once again when the alarm went off. Tony growled at it (it was kinda sexy) then slammed it with so much force it should of smashed into little pieces, but only went into snooze mode. After five minutes more of intense kissing it went off again. This time Tony slammed the alarm clock onto the floor but once again it only went into snooze mode.
"This thing hates me." Tony said.
"Maybe that's because you curse at it. If you were nice to it, it wouldn't hate you." I replied back simply. He in turn rolled his eyes. I pushed his lips back onto mine so I could enjoy the last few minutes we had free without interruptions before we had to get ready to meet the others to go snowboarding. The alarm rang one final time before I got up, shut it off, and placed it back on the night stand. As I did so I felt him sizing me up again.
"You're such a pig." I exclaimed jokingly. He smiled then laughed and chased me into the shower. After we were clean we walked into our closets (the only thing we unpacked) and picked out our outfits for the day. I knew for a fact that Tony loved it when I wore blue so I decided on wearing a pair of ridiculously tight black skinny jeans, black and blue checkered suspenders, a tight, modestly cut blue and black zebra print shirt, and blue and black checkered vans. I even managed to find a blue bra and pair of black underwear that looked decent together. I was about to walk out of my closet but I was slammed against the wall and had my hands held over my head in a rock solid grip.
"Tony, I just got dressed." I half whined half wanted him to continue. He smiled, reading my thoughts then roughly took off all my clothing.
"Were definitely going to be late to meet them now." He said as he straightened his cloths and walked out of the closet. He was wearing my absolute favorite outfit, a black underarmor muscle shirt that showed off his gorgeous muscles, a loose pair of blue jeans with his chained wallet hanging out of his right pocket, and a pair of black and white DC's.
"Tony!" I yelled at him.
"What?" He yelled back, knowing exactly what I was going to say.
"Give me my shirt back!" I said as authoritatively as I could as I walked out of the closet half naked. He stood and admired for a minute then I grew impatient, grabbed my shirt from his hand and threw it on. "Let's go!" I said excitedly and dragged him off in the opposite direction of where we were meeting the others
.
"Nik." Tony said. I stopped pulling him and faced him, "You're goin' the wrong way… as usual." He laughed. I pouted then jumped on his back.
"Fine then, you lead the way… as usual" I said mocking him as we ran off to meet the others. This house wasn't like the castle so everyone could hear what everyone else was doing so everyone, with the exception of Melissa and Paul who, thank god, happened to be working last night, knew what happened last night.
As we approached the group they all busted into hysterical laughter. Tony and I grinned sheepishly then stared at the ceiling and floor.
"It's about time, we thought we were gonna have to send someone up there but then we decided no one wanted their limbs ripped part so we'd just wait." Emily said. I laughed at how true that was. If anyone had interrupted us I would have been extremely embarrassed and somewhat furious.
"Seriously I mean how man times can two people-"Craig said but was cut off by a sharp elbow to the gut by Emily. I mouthed a thank you to her then she, Layla and I hopped into my already packed car while Craig, Tony, and Daemon hopped into Daemon's.
Once all the car doors shut and we were going a decently slow pace of 75mph on the highway, the comments came. "Oh, My God! I can't believe you finally did it!" They said at the same time. I rolled my eyes but secretly smiled.
"Finally! Jesus it took you guys long enough! Dame and I were waiting in the other room just listening for you guys to get started, I swear to god I thought we were gonna be there all night!" Layla exclaimed.
"Same with Craig and me! We were waiting to hear something and then finally it happened. Wasn't it amazing?" Emily said. I waited a minute for their anticipation to grow then I replied.
"Yeah, it was." I smiled sheepishly as they screamed in joy. We continued to talk about the gritty details until we reached the lodge.
* * *"Don't be such a chicken Emily we can't die anymore so you won't break something if you hit something."I said. She nodded nervously then jumped off and began to speed down the deserted mountain. Emily took the bunny slope because she had never gone snowboarding before, unlike Layla, Daemon, Craig, Tony and I.
"Why is there no one here?" Layla asked stupidly. Sometimes she was so slow.
"One because its," I looked at my sweatband watch, "Two am on a Wednesday," I said "and two because this is a banned area, too many trees." Tony said then grinned. He loved breaking the rules. We grew higher and higher and I suddenly remembered my fear of heights. It was a weird thing to be afraid of seeing as though no matter how high the fall I couldn't die from it.
"LOL, Nik I can't believe you are still afraid of heights." Daemon said. I made a face at him then looked down. I gulped. We had to be more than 600ft in the air. Tony's arm tightened around me.
"I won't let you fall, well not too hard anyway" Tony said to me. I smiled then elbowed him in the gut.
"On three. One, Two, Three!" Layla said. She placed her goggles on and jumped down with Daemon. Then Craig jumped down and was out of sight within seconds. I looked at Tony and him at me and we jumped, it seemed like forever before landing directly on the soft snow. I let go of Tony's hand. We boarded on down the hill quickly enjoying the cool air and the adrenaline rush. There was an upcoming ramp that everyone was avoiding but I had no intention in doing so. Tony looked behind him, noticing I was not following.
"Nikki no!" he yelled at me, but it was too late. I bent my knees far down, lowering my body and holding my arms out low to gain speed and breathed. After a few anticipating moments I reached the ramp and flew off it. I felt the air, sweet and fresh against my already cold face. I bent my knees further then twisted my body doing a 360 while placing my right hand on the side of the board then tried something I had never tired to do in my past snowboarding experience. I leaned forward quickly, tucking my body in further and pushed until I felt myself go upright again. I began rapidly approaching the ground so I stayed put and focused on my landing. I landed with a perfect yet uncharacteristically graceful thump and flew down the mountain. I flew past Tony, Daemon, Layla, and even Craig who was at least 500ft. in front of the others and reached the bottom at record speed. I then stood impatiently for the others, hands on my hips.
"What took you your so long? I've been waiting here for like ever!" I said in my best valley girl voice. Layla, Daemon, and Craig laughed. Tony however looked furious.
"Don't do that ever again you gave me a heart attack." He said. I laughed. Stupid overprotective, Tony.
"Whatever." I said.
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Vampire
Note #36
That was my response to him whenever he told me not to do
something because it's dangerous. I remember that one time when we
were snow tubing and I was going just a bit too fast for his comfort
and he made me slowdown by cutting in front of me. It was extremely
annoying.
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He was about to reply but his cell phone rang. He made a few grunts and OK's and then hung up. We all looked at him curiously.
"Melissa found something" He said monotonously. Before he could say another word I ran to the car, the others following behind. I jumped into the driver's seat and put the key in the ignition.