At approximately 8:02pm, she comes down the staircase.
Dressed in a soft, orange backless dress she gracefully floats into the empty ballroom. Her baby-smooth skin and slender legs are exposed to an arousing degree. Mild make-up that brings out her oceanic eyes and succulent lips adorns her snow white face. Her hair is done rather simply, but shimmers under the light of the chandelier like the sun itself.
Her beauty is simply astonishing to say the least.
Rather cautiously, she walks to my side and watches me warily. She takes note of my orange tie, which corresponds perfectly to her dress. I can see her suck in air and turn a slight shade of pink in her cheeks. I smirk.
I can't say I'm surprised by her intrigue in me. In a crisp white dress shirt, dark vest, orange tie and black dress pants, the sharp accents of my lean body are embellished. My hair is nicely brushed and pulled back in a neat ponytail, framing my freshly cleaned and blood-free face.
"Where is everyone?" She inquires.
I procure a ruby red rose from my pocket and slip it in her hair.
"Everyone I invited are already here, and standing before me." I quip.
"O-Oh…" She breathes.
Bowing forward slightly like a true gentleman, I modestly extend a hand to her.
"May I have this dance?"
Hesitating barely a moment, she reaches out and takes my hand.
In one swift movement, I pull her to my chest and hold her waist with my free hand. She's surprised, my gently rests her hand on my shoulder.
Slow, classical music drifts through the air and we commence an elegant waltz. Taking my lead, we dance across the polished wooden floor.
"Where did you learn to dance like this?" She softly asks.
"My…sister taught me a while ago." I answer after a brief pause.
"You have a sister?" She probes.
I remain silent.
As the night goes on, the violin music and our light footsteps are all that can be heard throughout the house.
Her body melts perfectly into mine, as if she were built to nestle in my arms. I will never give her up, not to anyone. Especially Mikuo.
Speaking of, those twins are probably in the hospital at this moment. Or maybe rehab. Or intense psychological counseling. Who knows? As long as they are away from us.
An hour passes by without notice, then two. But as the clock ticks to 11, she tires and gradually breaks off.
As the night draws to a close, I pull her close one last time.
"Who is it that you love?" I cryptically whisper in her ear.
She uncomfortably stutters and glances in a multitude of directions.
"Me, right?" I question.
Without waiting for an answer, I stroke her cheek and retreat from the ballroom. Out of the corner of my eye, I catch a glimpse of her fingering the flower in her hair and wildly blushing. I smile.
"They cannot scare me with their empty spaces
Between stars—on stars where no human race is.
I have it in me so much nearer home
To scare myself with my own desert places."
Robert Frost. I particularly enjoy this poem, so much…empathy. Books nowadays are nothing but hormone-driven, shallow pieces of trash. I personally want to slaughter whoever wrote that sparkly vampire garbage.
But this girl, she is unbelievably imprudent in her tastes. The crazy electro-pop music I found in her phone, filthy teenage romance novels in her bag, pop culture referencing clothes, and those idiotic television programs. You'd think she would adapt to her new environment better.
Then it crosses my mind that perhaps I ought to try some of the things she likes. Find some common ground. Make sure there aren't any people she thinks about other than me.
I stroll through the house looking for her, and catch her slipping out of the back door.
"Where are you going?" I demand.
She stiffens at my voice. "I'm going to visit Miku."
Annoyance and horror flickers through me.
"That's not a good idea." I warn.
A shadow of suspicion falls on her face. "Why?"
"There's no need. You have me. You don't need anyone else." I respond.
"She's my friend, Len. You can't just coop me up in your house." She argues, frustration seeping into her tone.
"On the contrary." I say.
With a wave of my hand, guards block every exit from the house in a heartbeat. She splutters and protests as I lead her back inside.
Flushed with anger, she scrunches up her face in the most adorable way possible.
"Len!" She whines.
Chuckling at her simplicity, I pat her on the head.
She trudges off to the parlor, most likely to watch more of her idiotic television shows. But this time, I follow her.
I plop down on the couch right next to her, and gingerly turn to look at the screen. She scoots an inch away from me and turns on a fantasy romance show.
It's about a pair of vampire brothers fighting over a girl. Constant, irresponsible sex and drinking all over the place. Plots holes and people brooding around. What is this crap that's filling up her innocent mind?
She watches with far more attention than she pays in class, as if she is analyzing a complex algorithm. Her eyes are practically glued to the screen.
But if it's vampires she likes, then I shall have to indulge her a bit.
My eyes drift to her pale neck, and the veins pulsating beneath the thin skin. I lick my teeth, as though I were one of those creatures myself.
Grabbing her shoulders, I look down into her eyes. She gasps and reels back in fear. My predatory instincts burn up with desire and I flash her a crooked smile.
I start small, planting soft kisses along the sharp edge of her collarbone. Then I start sucking and nipping at the soft skin.
She tenses and squirms in my grasp.
"L-Len. You promised…not to do this." She protests.
"I'm not physically harming you. It's not considered rape if both people want it, given that we're both minors." I murmur. "Tell me you want it."
"N-No…" She chokes out, but with enough uncertainty in her voice that I don't stop.
"What you say is irrelevant. I can see your desire in those tomato cheeks." I half-joke.
She quickly clasps her hands over her cheeks, looking almost embarrassed.
"Let me go! I just want to see Mikuo-" She suddenly stops and corrects herself. "I-I mean Miku."
My brow furrows in annoyance. Just how long will this girl keep me waiting? And why is she running to that cocky, blue-haired brat?
"Never mention his name around me. I'll get jealous." I snap.
She quickly quiets and pulls away from me, staring at the carpet. Her soft hair falls forward, partially covering her still bright red face.
I smirk.
"I'll be in the sunroom. Come and see me once you stop blushing." I remark, and promptly leave.
Pawn to D6.
Bishop to G3.
Knight to H5.
I pick up the white knight and move it across the chessboard. It advances toward the black king. Too bad it has too many pawns lined up to protect itself.
As I ponder my next move, a ray of light flashes into my eye and blinds me. Those block-headed servants.
I go over to the giant French windows and harshly yank the thick curtains over them. Darkness consumes the room and I light a few lamps to see.
She comes into the room after about an hour, as I am finishing up my chess game. She glances around the room, pausing at the sight of the grand piano.
"You play piano?" She asks.
I nod.
"That is so cliché. Of course you would." She mutters.
I quirk up my brow and saunter over to her.
"That's right, clichéd. I'm rich…mysterious…cold…possessive…powerful…musically talented…" I lean in close and say "…and unbearably good-looking."
She turns pink and swiftly walks around me. "Don't get a big head." She says under her breath.
I chuckle and she turns even pinker realizing that I heard her.
"Want to hear me play?" I inquire.
She lets down her guard for just a second and childishly nods.
I sit down on the cushioned bench and rest my fingers onto the smooth keys. Immediately, a melody comes to mind and I begin to play.
Within a couple of seconds, she starts to giggle. I curiously look up at her and she slaps her hand over her mouth, containing it.
"What is it?" I ask.
"Sorry…It's just…well…you're horrible." She cautiously lets out.
I balk. Horrible? Well I admit I don't practice nearly as much as I should, but horrible? How rude and saucy of her. I suppose I'm finding more layers to her personality.
"Look, the song is a lot easier than most people think. I'll show you." She shyly offers, and sits down beside me.
Her slender fingers gracefully dance across the keys and pluck out a tune far more beautiful than I had imagined. It sounds like…something familiar.
"So that's how you play it? I've spent an eternity trying to think of what the notes are." I confess.
"Think of? Just get the sheet music. This song is so popular." She says.
"Is it? I don't use electronics much…or go out." I admit.
She looks as though she wants to say something, but her line of sight shifts.
"There are a lot of instruments here. Do you play them all?" She asks, impressed.
"Well, technically. But not as perfectly as your romantic fantasy novels describe."
She gasps. "Did you…go through my stuff?" She exclaims, more self-conscious than surprised.
"There is only one that I can accurately say I've mastered. And yes, I did. Nice panties, by the way." I say.
She squeaks in embarrassment and playfully punches my shoulder. The light touch shocks me, but I lightly smile and shake away the odd feelings growing inside of me.
Without waiting, I go to the back of the room and take out my treasured bass guitar. The instrument molds perfectly to my touch and already, I hold it as if I were to play it.
"A bass? Seriously? That is so not your style." She exclaims in astonishment.
"And what is my style?" I ask, amused.
"I don't know, violin or piano or something else classical and elegant. Or...maybe even harpsichord? Cello?" She stammers.
"Do you think this is a 19th century vampire romance novel? I'm not holed up in another century, nor am I some childhood prodigy. I like the bass." I scoff.
Apparently this is some sort of revelation, because she blankly stares in disbelief.
I calmly strum a more modernized, fast-paced tune and she watches in silence. After a while, she snaps out of her daze.
"You know, you're actually pretty cool-looking when you play that." She muses.
My eyes widen and I suck in a breath of air, but continue playing. For that one moment, the two of us look almost like a normal couple.
