**Alright ladies and gentlemen, we are back in Nada's POV. Yeah I know,
FINALLY she wakes up. Hehe. Eric and Jager belong to Amelia of course.
Enjoy!!**
Over the next week, I was completely out of it. Like, out of it. Major. When I woke up, I was in a place that I certainly hadn't fallen asleep in, in a bed I don't remember being in, and wearing clothes that had not been there before. I sat up a bit too quickly and I went very lightheaded, and then sank back down into the down feather pillow. Something caught my eye and I sat up quickly once more, not caring if I almost passed out. My hair was gone. Like, not there.
With trembling hands, I slid my hands up my face. Mid cheek and no hair there. Middle ear, negative. Just as I touched the top of my ear, I felt the very tip of a strand of hair. Nearly crying out, I put both my hands at the top of my head. My hair had been chopped off so short that it didn't even go past my ears! Slowly I fingered the hair and recognized it as one of those haircuts that punk girls get. Somewhat like a guy's cut, but not so spiky.
I actually didn't mind it so much now that I could picture myself with that kind of hair cut. Then curiously I looked under the covers to see myself in a pair of jeans and a baggy green t-shirt. Oh my! This shirt and these jeans were just like the ones I came in wearing, but newer. And, I thought to myself as I looked my body over, in a smaller size. I guess not eating can do wonders to the body.
Food. Mmmm. My stomach cried out for something to eat. It should, I told myself, and it hadn't had something to eat in a week. Sliding out of the bed, I noticed that there was another bed only four or five feet to my left. And even more to my surprise, there was someone SLEEPING in it.
Oh Goddess, I thought to myself as I crept closer to the bed. I peeked over the bed to catch a glance at who I was sleeping practically next to. "Oh...." I gasped. I lost all coherent thinking. There was NO way that I was sleeping in the same room as Jager! How had I gotten here?
I didn't give myself a chance to try and figure it out. I ran out of the room as fast as I could. The cold marble stung my feet but I didn't stop. I kept on running until I reached the first door on the left in some wing. I don't even really know what wing I was in the first place. I pulled open the door and threw myself in without a second glance in the room.
Closing the door, my back to the room, I took a deep breath. This was getting worse with every room I went into, every step I took. I was getting so confused. After my second deep breath I heard a sound that I refused to hear only half a second ago. Water. Running water. A shower. Oh shit! What room was this?
As soon as I thought that, I heard something worse than running water. The stopping of running water. Then the opening of a curtain. A doorknob. I saw the door on my right open up to reveal a dripping wet young man no older than 17. Thank goodness he was wrapped in a towel. Or at least his bottom half was. He had a very good body, and a rather attractive six pack He saw me and I saw him. I guess both of us went pale, or we did until I blushed. "I'm....."
"That's ok." He assured me. His soft smile made me blush redder. "You're Nada, correct?" Was he a vampire? Oh no, this isn't good. Wait. His eyes weren't black. That's a good sign. And his voice was the awkward teenager tone. I let out a breath. He was human.
"Yeah. Who are you?" My tone came out a bit sharp and I bit my tongue but he didn't seem to mind. There was a mirror behind him and I paled as I saw my reflection. My skin was much paler than it had been when I came here, my hair was very nicely cut, not chopped, and my true hair color showed. Not a very attractive brown.
"Eric," he replied with casualness as he readjusted his towel just a bit. Ah, so this is Eric. "If you let me get dressed, we can go and begin painting the west wing." What? Were we painting something?
"The west wing?"
"Yeah, we two human teenagers are being sent to repaint the west wing. The vamps don't like it so bright. They say that a grey should work for them." The normalness in his voice was unnerving. How long had he been here?
"Ok....um I'll just be out in the hallway." I left before he could get another word out. He was almost too good looking for a human. Glad that there was one more non broken human around here. I would have gone insane. Or have I already gone over the edge?
Over the next week, I was completely out of it. Like, out of it. Major. When I woke up, I was in a place that I certainly hadn't fallen asleep in, in a bed I don't remember being in, and wearing clothes that had not been there before. I sat up a bit too quickly and I went very lightheaded, and then sank back down into the down feather pillow. Something caught my eye and I sat up quickly once more, not caring if I almost passed out. My hair was gone. Like, not there.
With trembling hands, I slid my hands up my face. Mid cheek and no hair there. Middle ear, negative. Just as I touched the top of my ear, I felt the very tip of a strand of hair. Nearly crying out, I put both my hands at the top of my head. My hair had been chopped off so short that it didn't even go past my ears! Slowly I fingered the hair and recognized it as one of those haircuts that punk girls get. Somewhat like a guy's cut, but not so spiky.
I actually didn't mind it so much now that I could picture myself with that kind of hair cut. Then curiously I looked under the covers to see myself in a pair of jeans and a baggy green t-shirt. Oh my! This shirt and these jeans were just like the ones I came in wearing, but newer. And, I thought to myself as I looked my body over, in a smaller size. I guess not eating can do wonders to the body.
Food. Mmmm. My stomach cried out for something to eat. It should, I told myself, and it hadn't had something to eat in a week. Sliding out of the bed, I noticed that there was another bed only four or five feet to my left. And even more to my surprise, there was someone SLEEPING in it.
Oh Goddess, I thought to myself as I crept closer to the bed. I peeked over the bed to catch a glance at who I was sleeping practically next to. "Oh...." I gasped. I lost all coherent thinking. There was NO way that I was sleeping in the same room as Jager! How had I gotten here?
I didn't give myself a chance to try and figure it out. I ran out of the room as fast as I could. The cold marble stung my feet but I didn't stop. I kept on running until I reached the first door on the left in some wing. I don't even really know what wing I was in the first place. I pulled open the door and threw myself in without a second glance in the room.
Closing the door, my back to the room, I took a deep breath. This was getting worse with every room I went into, every step I took. I was getting so confused. After my second deep breath I heard a sound that I refused to hear only half a second ago. Water. Running water. A shower. Oh shit! What room was this?
As soon as I thought that, I heard something worse than running water. The stopping of running water. Then the opening of a curtain. A doorknob. I saw the door on my right open up to reveal a dripping wet young man no older than 17. Thank goodness he was wrapped in a towel. Or at least his bottom half was. He had a very good body, and a rather attractive six pack He saw me and I saw him. I guess both of us went pale, or we did until I blushed. "I'm....."
"That's ok." He assured me. His soft smile made me blush redder. "You're Nada, correct?" Was he a vampire? Oh no, this isn't good. Wait. His eyes weren't black. That's a good sign. And his voice was the awkward teenager tone. I let out a breath. He was human.
"Yeah. Who are you?" My tone came out a bit sharp and I bit my tongue but he didn't seem to mind. There was a mirror behind him and I paled as I saw my reflection. My skin was much paler than it had been when I came here, my hair was very nicely cut, not chopped, and my true hair color showed. Not a very attractive brown.
"Eric," he replied with casualness as he readjusted his towel just a bit. Ah, so this is Eric. "If you let me get dressed, we can go and begin painting the west wing." What? Were we painting something?
"The west wing?"
"Yeah, we two human teenagers are being sent to repaint the west wing. The vamps don't like it so bright. They say that a grey should work for them." The normalness in his voice was unnerving. How long had he been here?
"Ok....um I'll just be out in the hallway." I left before he could get another word out. He was almost too good looking for a human. Glad that there was one more non broken human around here. I would have gone insane. Or have I already gone over the edge?