We were meters apart, I tried to speak but all that would come out was a stutter. "No need to stutter, love. That's what they say in Britain right? Where is the cool accent?" Damon cheekily asked.
I was astonished that he had gotten in my house especially with the rules about entrance. "I left it at home, in 1698. You should know right, I sensed you were in my dreams" That's when Damon put his palms up and shrugged, signaling 'Meh' or 'Hey!' then moved closer to the bed.
How the hell did he get in here? What the hell! Was he in my dreams, in my thoughts?
I became alarmed and scooted down to the next side of her bed then I took a quick glance around the room. As I felt Damon pressing down on the mattress, I sped in front of him and yelled: "Get out!"
My eyes began to redden up and crooked lines that look like a 2 year old that used a ruler had drawn up, had formed below my eyes, I starts to hiss at the taken back Damon.
"Whoa! Calm down. I just want to stay the night; I want to get to know you. Don't need to bring out thee ol' fangs" He smiled at me, calming me down a bit, making the colour of my eyes return to its silver form and my face turn smooth again
My eyes widened and I had bit my lip gently and thought, God he has a nice smile. NO!
"What do you want to talk about?"
"Us, you and me, you're first"
My eyebrow rose, He wasn't Mr. Nice guy. I was sure of it but why was he doing this? Did he want to know me? Or did he want to kill me like he killed…Lexi What the hell as I doing talking to my best friend's killer? But I uncomfortably agreed to share my life story.
"I was born in London on the 22nd of June, 1650. My sister Elizabeth was three at the time. My father and mother were rich like hell; we got what we wanted so life was easy. At fifteen, I was privileged to go to the party's Elizabeth had been allowed to go to. Five years later, My sister got really drunk and bit me, I bit her back for fun but Elizabeth was actually sucking my blood, so I copied her and I turned vampire. I ate Mrs. Williams to survive. My sister and I had to tell father, so he could help us. When we told him, he nearly cried but he made us promise, No more humans. He got a ring made for us to stay in sunlight as my grandfather was a vampire as well. It was never passed down though.
After that, my family started dropping like flies because of the diseases and so on. Elizabeth stayed in England while I adventured the world. I stayed in Europe for a couple of decades then I moved to Mississippi, met Lexi then I stayed until she transformed then she did her own thing and I did mine, we always met up though.
Moved around until 1899, last thing I had heard from Elizabeth was that she was moving with other people to a new land, found by Captain Cook. I came here afterwards. I've been living here ever since then. I recently found out Lexi was murdered and now I'm sharing my life story"
I sighed as I stopped talking. I had never relised that I had a weird life until now.
Damon shook his head and smiled "wow! Your life is weird"
I had a sudden thought to myself. He killed your best friend Madeline; you can't forgive him for that! He needs to go! Chuck him out Madeline Ray! I thought. Wow! I am right! I tucked a piece of my black hair behind my ear as I looked to my bare feet. Heaving drops of rain started to attack my window; my eyes wander to the purple curtains, covering the blurry glass.
"Damon" He stares at me and smiles "You need to leave" my voice drops to a whisper on my last word. God, why does he always smile? Damon shrugs and stares to the curtain like had done a minute ago.
"Well, love. It's raining and there's been 'an animal attack' around here. Police are investigating around about now and we both know running out of here wouldn't be so wise when cops a driving back and fourth every 5 minutes"
"Then, get a lift from one of them" I argued.
I walk out of my bedroom and into my dining room/living room. I wriggle my toes for few seconds. I hear him breathe next to me.
"If it's what you want, I'll walk home."
I watch him walkout of the small cottage, my home and into the wild rain. Did I do the wrong thing? I did. Even though I hated him, I did listen to my conscience. I was a nice person after all. I sped outside, to see Damon walk away, I shouted out quickly: "Damon!"
He turns around and roll my eyes as I mouthed: 'Come'. As no police cars had driven up the road in a minute, Damon sped to me and walked in my house again. I slammed the door and looked at my arm chair, disappointed. I didn't have a couch because no one lived with me and I was out, too busy to watch TV.
"So where am I gonna sleep?" Damon asked me happily while rubbing his hands together.
I walk into my room again and he follows. "You can sleep in my bed…" I saw his smile fade when I said the second part "There are rules! 1. No trying to do anything to me 2. No using any mojo on me and 3. Don't enter my dreams"
I shook my head as I walked over to my bed and pulled the covers over my body. He takes off his leather jacket and shoes then gets into my bed. Damon just lays there and stares at me, I turn my head and hear him whisper: "Never knew you were so ruley, oh and by the way, you don't know my story" then his knuckles brush my arm. My eyes close tight, I made an expression like I had ate a lemon and I held onto my breath until I released my eyes from their tight form, exhaled and calmed down again.
It had been a few hours until morning came.