A/N Sorry that this took so long. Not only did I have a lot to do but I had writer's block, one of the worst things in a writer's life, an enemy. Since I don't want to waste any more of your time with this...Hope you like it! Think of it as an Easter present XD
Chapter 4- Attempt of a Date
He had really meant it when he said he should leave now. When I walked out of the dressing room, fully dressed, he wasn't there. I put it through my mind that I didn't care but I knew that in the end, I would worry about him.
I roughly brushed my hair and put it into a loose braid down my back. I rushed to my nightstand and pulled open the top drawer. Mentally I knew that the cross was not going to be there but it was such a hard habit to break. Gently closing the drawer, I stood mournfully.
I slipped on a pair of brown flats and walked over to the door, taking a few in and out breaths before turning the knob. I could definitely do this.
Stepping out into an empty hallway only made my heart drop more. I looked to the left then the right, like I was crossing a street, and still saw nobody. My best guess was that he had already went downstairs, so I made my way towards the stairs.
" Dear Nina, the beloved pet of Jonas," a familiar voice came from behind. I looked back and stared face to face with dark, mysterious guy I knew as Joel, Layla's keeper. I moved a few steps back, forcing space between the two of us.
I nod politely to him and walk away. He grabs my shoulder.
"Speaking of human lovers, where is Jonas?" he asks, sneering Jonas's name. I knew all too well what Joel's goal was. This was his plan and it was working perfectly. With no Jonas in sight, I was afraid.
Joel is behind me now, breathing lightly in my ear. It feels uncomfortable and not in the least bit romantic. His grip is too tight to shake and he moves me into a corner.
"You think he can save you? You think he cares?" His questions strike me hard and I feel like I was going to break at any moment. I hoped for Jonas to come and save me. I wish he would actually care about me.
As he placed his hand around his neck, I felt panic creep to the bites where Jonas had bitten me last. It couldn't happen like this, not here, not right now.
"Delightful," Joel whispered, his breath cool on my sticky skin. He tilted and I knew all too well what would happen next. I closed my eyes tightly. I never had any other vampire bite me other than my keeper, Jonas.
The tips of his fangs touch the skin, an easy place to find a pulsing vein and nothing could hold the bliss of this moment from coming out of my mouth. Just before the bite began to start and his mouth moved its way down my covered neck, Joel was ripped away. I watched him slam into the wall with a disappointed glance and just as quickly get up. Nobody was around and I was just as confused as he was.
"What the-," Joel paused, looking frantically from one end of the hallway to the other. he looked at me, his eyes wild. His pupils covered the whites, drowning them in pure black.
"You," he said, pointing at me. I cowered in the corner, my only thought being death.
"What did you do? I told Jonas not to...," Joel drifted off into a conversation that I no longer wanted to hear. Did he think that I had done that? Of course that wasn't possible, I kept telling myself.
"Leave. Now," Joel yelled, angered that I still stood there. He held the bridge of his nose in frustration.
I waited a few moments, shocked that he didn't try to hurt me any further, but it didn't take me long to figure out that I didn't want to stay here, waiting for him to change his mind.
I tripped and stumbled down the stairs, my legs wobbly with fright and just a tiny bit of the excitement from Joel's fangs being on my neck. I tried to calm myself while stepping on the last few steps. In my mind, Jonas would be waiting by the door.
My feet finally make their way to the level ground, both physically and spiritually but my breathing was still a little fast, my throat swollen and nearly closed up.
"Nina, there you are." I spin around, still wired up about the whole experience upstairs. Jonas, in his handsome blue pull over sweatshirt, stands against the far wall, smiling. The shadows are consuming where he stands and every bit terrifying. After all that happened just a few minutes ago, for the past couple days, I just couldn't hold back a smile, matching his dazzling one.
In one hand he held a heavy jacket, which gave me the slightest hint that it was freezing outside. It still wasn't enough to figure out where exactly I have been living for the past month. In his other hand, his fingers wrapped tightly around a thick, black piece of cloth. I wondered what that would be for.
"For you," he said, tossing me the jacket in his right hand. i caught it with a surprising accuracy and looked at the fur lining the entire inside. My face scrunched up in disgust. Jonas laughed.
"Faux indeed. I would have preferred real but I couldn't find a warm enough jacket this late in the night." He had read my expression wrong, mistaking it for the disgust if it being fake. I sighed with relief and slipped it on. The newness smell filled my nose, its scent burning through me.
"And this." He came out of the shadows, his features more distinct now and wrapped the cloth loosely around my neck. I pinch the fabric between two fingers and it being so thick scared me just the tiniest bit. What was this supposed to be?
He lead me too the door, hopefully the one leading tot he outside, but stopped just before opening it.
He slid the cloth up to my face, then over my eyes. My viosion was totally blacked out.
"Jonas," I whisper, confused as to what to do. My hand came in contact with his and he intertwines our fingers together.
"I can't reveal where we are. Not under any circumstance." I feel the sympathy seep into his voice.
I grab on tighter as we start to move. He takes each step slowly, most likely a hard thing for him to do, and the shakiness in my legs comes back again.
He wraps his empty arm around my shoulder, steadying me as I start to take even slower steps.
"Stairs," he warns me. I put my left leg out, trying to feel a steo un front of me. I hear Jonas stiffle a laugh and I can't help but to laugh too.
He steers me down slowly and I can honestly now feel the emotions of being lost. I was lost of sight without shadows, without light, without what seemed like life itself.
We reached the bottom with stumbles and me falling over myself onto Jonas. He would straighten me back up and gently place an arm around my waist, reassuring me that I wouldn't fall and hurt myself. Even when I was feeling like this would be the death of me, Jonas was not only my guide but my eyes.
"Stop," Jonas told me, laughing lightly as I ran into something hard. That would definitely bruise later.
"Thanks for the warning." He could have said something seconds before I made it to what felt like a car.
He garbbed onto my wrist with his one hand and placed his other hand on the small of my back.
"Slid in. It's okay," Jonas said, while directing me into the opening if the car. I felt my way with my free hand and cautiously sat down on comfortable leather seats. The heat coming from all the vents surrounding me, flowed over my frosted cheeks. It burnt my eyelids, but I didn'tcare, as long as I wasn't in the cold. Jonas pushed gently across the seat and I could feel that he too had sat down.
"Can I look now?" I asked, hoping that he would take off this blindfold; nothing in the car would give where we were. He answeredme by undoing the tie of the fabric, which wrapped around my head tightly. It felt like I was being released, set free from blindness.
Like I had thought, the windows were black tinted and when I tried to push the button that would roll down the one closest to me, nothing happened, it had been locked. They were really clever indeed, and apparently ready for anything.
Jonas's cold, solid red eyes lay on mine and I impatiently wait for him to look away before I do. It doesn't take a mind reader to know that he is just as heartless as he looks. He doesn't look away though and for a moment it seems like he sees through me, like he is staring right into my soul. His hand, that is now on my heated face, rubs slow circles in my skin. My eyes droop and I gently fall deeper into peace. I feel comfortable, and I let my mind wander into his.
We're in the snow, covered in fancy coats and each others arms. Jonas's eyes are a deep brown under his shaggy hair, and I instantly know that in this place, in his thoughts, he's human. His skin though is still pale, but during this time of year, that's to be expected. I don't know where we are but the snow and the cold seems permanent, stuck in a frozen atmosphere. His usual, unaturally cold body is warm to the touch and even though there can't be anymore space in between us, I still can't get close enough. Not even a gust of wind can force apart.
He kisses me on the cheek, red with mild frostbite and constant lashes from the bitter wind. I blushed from the thought in his mind and smile inside.
The ice gets thick under our feet and I feel at any moment, embarrassing myself. Like a bride on her wedding day, Jonas picks me up in his arms. My laugh breaks the uneasy silence that hung above us.
Suddenly, as if somebody wanted to break up this Utopia, his thoughts go blank and I'm pulled out of his mind.
Jonas's hands are no longer on my face or even near me.
I shudder and wait ever so patiently for him to speak. He looks at me but not into my eyes, a sign that I know all too well.
A knock on the window of the nearest door shook me out of the last thoughts that I was drowning in. Jonas quickly retied the make shift blindfols and opened the door slightly, letting in enough wind to over power the heat.
"What?" Jonas seemed irritated and annoyed by the fact that somebody had ruined the tranquiltity that wrapped around us.
"At your destination, sir," an official male voice says, a little perturbed himself. I would be too if somebody had talked to me like that.
Jonas sighs and grabs my hands, that lay on my jittery legs. Sliding across the seats with the guidance of Jonas's steady hands brought me closer to a place I would be blinded to go to. Although this would have made most people feel uneasy and jusy enough tension to not be able to move, I couldn't help but feel anxious. Even though I shouldn't, I trusted Jonas.
He guards me from bumping into anything this time and once I can stand on my own two feet, we start slowly making our way to wherever might be. I feel that there's something off with him as he drags me quickly behing him. I stumble and try to catch myself while Jonas never slows his pace. Being blinded doesn't help and only seems to make things worse.
"Jonas," I plead, hoping that he'd listen and slow down. He doesn't miss a beat though and I wonder once again if saying he loved me meant anything to him.
I try to re-enter his mind, but it takes too much concentration for me to do anything.
"What is it?" he mumbles, tensing up his arm. I can hear in his voice that there's embarrassment, only in the slightest. I understood that I was a pet and that he was my keeper, but why did he have to act this way?
"Please slow down," I whisper, swallowing back tears. My eyelids close on the remaining tears that wait for the chance to escape. He tugs a little more but reluctantly pulls me in front of him, to guide me in front of him. With a feeling of deja vu, Jonas grips onto my shoulders. I can hear his breathing begin to come out in rasps, and I feel a strange sensation creep up my neck, making its way to the bites that engrave theirselves in me. The loose fabric that sits lifeless around my neck, saving me from the harsh winds whipping at my neck, constricts around as if threatening to crush my wind pipe. I feel a small drop of sweat slid down my forehead, stopping at the blindfold.
Jonas's hands fly off my shoulders an dI stop, spinning wildly around. I tear at the fabric over my eyes but cold hands cover mine before anything happens.
"Nina," he said, gripping my hands tightly. His breath come out heavily on my face, no longer in rasps. The figid air circulates through my veins, turning each one into a solid icicle. I feel odd, and Jonas's fingers around mine feel strange. I pick up a sound to my right, and focus on it. The soft, repetitive ticking fills my delicate ears. Taken aback by the intensity of the sound, I can't feel anything other than the tick. All of a sudden, the blindfold is see through, as if it was taken off. I can still feel the rough fabric though. I zoom into the only thing I've ever heard that sounded like that. My watch, that wraps innocently around my wrist, is clouded over with a thin mist, and I can almost see the vibrations coming from it, waves of sound. It talks to me with an annoying hum, leaking out secretive whispers. My head starts to pound and slowly the ticking becomes ringing, transitioning into a bearable background.
"Sit down and put your head on your knees." I do as he says, while he helps me to the ground.
"I thought this only works when you're dizzy," I say, trying to laugh off this very weird moment. My laugh sounds distant, so far away that I can't help but keep my head up.
"Well, I thought it would still help." His voice sounds like he is smiling, so I do my very best to try attempting a smile. He laughs, as deep, soft laugh, and I can't bear to think about how I must look.
He sighs.
"Did I ruin this day or what?" I know I have, from the morning to now it hasn't gotten much better. It's hard being human or more like him being different, a vampire.
He touches the back of my hand, making it a comfortable numb, and brushes a few strands, that have come loose from my braid, away from my face. He grips my wrists tightly and caresses my cheeks with his breath, a lingering smell of mint and love.
"You could never ruin anything for me," he whispers, making my chest feel tight.
He lifted me up, and held my shivering hand in his.
"Lets try this again," he said, forcing out a nervous laugh. I was also afraid, constantly fearing that I would fall. I think again about how much easier it would be if I didn't need to be blinded, unable to see the environment around me.
I feel heat fall over my face, my entire body as I hear a door being opened ahead of me. I nearly run out of my skin to escape the frozen atmosphere that lies around me. My heart starts to flutter from the unexplainable exitement for warmth, and my next step anticipates getting closer.
Jonas leads me into a room, which could be my only guess, that is both comforting and heavily smelling of some sort of exotic food. He lets go for a moment and closes the door, instantely closing off any source of wind. Without another word or step, he takes off the blindfold.
My cheeks grow pink as I look around the darkened room, that is only lit by candlelight. I look over to Jonas, who only looks back innocently, shrugging his shoulders.
He gestures around the small room, that includes a table, two chairs, and a door on the opposite wall.
"For you," he says.
A/N: There it is! It's really hard getting on the computer lately so that's why it took sooooo long. Sorry for the wait.
I am thinking that to get this done easier and quicker for readers I would like to ask if someone would be willing to reread it for mistakes, sentence jumble, and other additions. This would require a little work but it would also mean you could read it before everyone and also the plus for the readers would be that a new chapter would be posted about every two weeks or so(More or Less):) Contact me if this seems liek something you would want to do.
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