Dedication- This is for my step bro (again) Who, although he needs a therapist/english teacher, keeps me amused by providing all the things needed for a mega Scrubs marathon.

The Castle

Mackenzie and I were both silent as we pulled out of the parking lot. It was a comfortable silence, though. We were both happy.

Mackenzie's eyes danced as he watched the road. Suddenly he turned sharply to the left.

"Wrong way." I told him. I wondered if he often got lost on the way to my house. It certainly didn't reflect in his arrival time.

"Erm." He shot me a look. "I need to stop to pick up something on the way. I promise, it'll only take a minute."

"Where?" I didn't remember any stores on this street. Just expensive house after expensive-

"My house." He admitted. "My uncle and aunt's house actually."

He made another sharp left into an entryway. A pair of wrought-iron gates opened automatically as we approached. He steered expertly up a winding driveway until we could finally see the house. That is, if you could call it a house. A more accurate name for it might have been castle. It was an incredibly huge stone home complete with towers and an arched entry way. I half expected to see an alligator filled moat nearby.

I glanced over at him to find him trying to read my expression...or else waiting for me to say something.

"Um. Wow." I obliged. Okay maybe it wasn't the most brilliant thing to say but it was the only thing I could get out at the moment.

"Yeah." He chuckled. "That's one way to put it."

The car stopped and he was already half way out before he realized I wasn't following.

"You coming?"

"Um." Brilliant, Bella. Really smooth talking, I told myself. "Is anyone else home?"

Confusion flashed across his face momentarily. "No. My family is away on business."

Why did having the (probably) vampire family out make me feel even more uncomfortable?

"Listen, if it makes you uncomfortable you can stay here. I just need to get my wallet so that I won't have to come back here before I run into town." He must have seen my hesitation. "I'll be right back then."

As soon as his door snapped shut I fumbled with my seat belt, bursting out of the car and running up the side walk after his retreating figure.

I stepped through his doorway right after him. It was almost completely dark inside and, before my eyes could properly adjust to the dim lighting, I felt arms around my waist.

"Boo."

I stiffened and let out a small, unattractive squeel.

The person let go quickly. "Jesus, Bella. Loosen up. I promise I won't hurt you."

Of course once I had already reacted to the attack, the pathetically small rational part of my brain kicked in to remind me that it was only Mackenzie.

He held out his hand and I took it nervously.

The inside of the house was just as impressive as the outside. It was painted in dramatic colors with lots of heavy curtains and ancient looking lamps. He lead me into a spacious living room. It was painted a deep shade of red. A large stone fireplace took up almost one whole wall. Antique looking paintings sculptures and books littered the tables and were packed on shelves. Everything was either painted dark or made of grey stone. And it somehow all fit together perfectly.

"Tastful." I commented.

He laughed. "The couch is new." He gestured to the long black leather couch. "And is just about the most comfortable piece of furnature ever created by man. It reclines too." He wiggled his eyebrows like this was just about the greatest thing on earth. "You should try it out while I go search for my wallet."

He moved toward a door and glanced back before he walked through it to find me still standing there. "Or don't." He said indifferently. "Whatever."

As soon as he was gone, I moved towards the couch and sat down in it. The folds of fabric surrounded me. I was engulfed in the sweet smell of new leather. I pulled the handle on the side to recline, somehow comfortable despite where I was...in a freaking vampire's house. It was an extremely comfortable sofa. I found myself closing my eyes. The leather seemed to steal the warmth from my body. It was like a little cucoon of warmth. My eye lids were heavy. I had not been sleeping well lately. I could just close my eyes for just a second. I wouldn't fall asleep...it was just closing them for a couple seconds...

That's the last thing I remembered before everthing went black.

Disclaimer- If I owned Twilight would I seriously be writing on her? The Answer- Erm. Yes. But only because I lurve you guys. Now that I used the made-up word lurve (my goal for today) I would like to tell you that I don't own Twilight. Seriously.

Sorry for the shortness. Thanks for readin'! Review if you love me!