Steam!: Why?
Where the hell am I!? This isn't my room, this isn't my bed, how the hell did I get here? Where is here!?
I sat up slowly and took in all my surrondings, I was sleeping on an impossibly huge bed with black silk sheets, I was in a huge bedroom and behind one of the doors was a almost all marble bathroom with a jacuzzi, which I used as an advantage.
Once I got out of the jacuzzi I wrapped a towel around myself and went to the huge closet attached to the bathroom. Dear god, I personally thought the closet was like my own personal gothic heaven. I picked out a black leather shorrt shorts, a very tight black and puirple tank top -that I thought showed a little to much cleavage- and knee high socks that were purple and black too, with white skulls.
I let my hair fall a little past my shoulders and then made my way to the door, when I opened the door I honestly wasn't surprised to find myself in a huge unending hallway. I took very causious steps and made sure to keep my ears perked up for any noise. I knew that Aiden had to be around here somewhere, I mean he is the one who brought me here. Maybe this is his house. I heard vampires have alot of money from living so long, so that would explain it's mansion like qualities.
Out of no where Aiden jumped out from the wall and popped out in front of me and held 'BOO!' I surprise iyelped and tripped over my feet and fell on the carpeted ground with a loud thud. I heard Aiden's booming laughter and saw that he was leaning over clutching his side, when he was done he sighed then looked down at me with a smug smile. "Your a real jackass." I mumbled turning away from him. He laughed again then took a seat next to me.
"I may be. But, I'm just gald your back to normal." He said with a slight frown.
I scoffed at that, "Yeah whatever. I bet you loved to see me like that."
"That's not true!" He almost yelled.
I turned my gaze back to him in confusion, why would he care? "What's wrong with you Aiden?" I asked, sitting up. "Are you bi-polar or some shit? You either hate me or you don't Aiden make up your fucking mind."
"I never hated you." He mumbled.
"Well, it sure as hell looked like it when you instantly targeted me as a worthless human the second you saw me. Don't forget to mention when you actually told me you hated me!" I yelled.
"I lied." He whispered.
"Why?" I said. But he didn't answer me.
"Why!?" I Yelled again. But again, he didn't answer.
"You know what fuck it. Go ahead and be your normal, hatful self, I don't care." i said, I then got up and went back to the room I woke up in.
The entire rest of the day I drew on the enormace bed I woke in. I tried to sleep but, found it almost impossible because I already slept so much. So, I decided to take a small tour of the house. I walked around for about an hour and then I stopped in a very, very large dining room that had a grand piano in the middle of the room. I remember when i was little i played piano and won a $1000 reward in a contest but, then I stopped after... well, after I got a call saying that my Grandma was killed.
My Grandma was the only one in my family to actually care about me. She's the one who convinced me to start piano, and after she died I refused to play ever again, it was to painful. Maybe I could play one last time.
I( slowly made my way to the grand piano and sat down. I grazed my fingers over the keys and got the same tingling sensation that I always used to get before performing.
I slowly started to play 'One last wish' a lullaby from Casper, made in 1995. My Grandma used to hum me to sleep with this song. As I got further and further into the song I became more emotional and eventually had to stop fromcrying and sobbing so much, I covered my mouth with my hand to muffle my sobs.
I suddenly felt two strong arms wrap around me and pull me to them, I didn't really care who it was put I just really needed to be comforted. I wrapped my arms around their neck and buried my face in their shoulder and just cried.
After, a while I hippuced and almost all my tears were dried, I pulled back and looked at my comforter to see it was Aiden. I honestly don't know why I was surprised, he always seemed to be there when I needed him. "Thanks" I mumbled, I was about to pull away but his arms tightened around me to make it impossible for me to move.
"No problem." He whispered, then he lifted his hand and wiped away missed tears and rested his palm to my cheek. "May I ask why you were crying?" He asked softly.
I laughed a little, "Since when have you been polite around me?" I joked. He justed shrugged and waited for me to answer. I sighed heavily before answering, "Umm... it's been years since I played. I started when my Grandma used to come over and play to me and I told her I wanted to know how to play, so the next day she signed me up for lessons with a famous russian pianist." Ismiled faintly at the memory and then continued, "I loved my Grandmother very much, she took care of me," I shook my head, "when my mom refused to. I actually won a very large fortune from playing, that of course made my mother very proud that I finally had some 'use' other then being what she calls, 'the reason for her many problems in life'. I was sleeping normally like anyother night when I got the phone call, it was the police. They said my Grandmother was found dead in her house. And since my mom was off either getting wasted or fucked I had to go and identify her body.' I paused and a few tears escaped my eyes, but were quickly swept away by Aiden. "Umm... that me a couple minutes alone with her body and I saw something that I'll never forget, on her neck- barelly visible from all he blood- were to puncture wounds." I felt Aiden stiffen slightly from my words, "After, that I refused to play ever again." I finished.
Aiden was silent for a while but, then he lifted his hand an d started to comfortably stroke my cheek. I pulled back from him slowly and stood and wlked to the nearby window. I stared out of the window and we were both silent for a while biut then Aiden asked me something I'd never expected, "You don't care for me much do you?" He whispered. He sounded a little hurt.
"It's... hard to trust or care about...anybody after living the way I did. Do you?" I asked.
He stood up from his spot at the bench and slowly made his way to me. He put a hand on my shoulder and turned me around so that I was facing him. "I care very much for you, Aqua." He leaned down and kissed me on the cheek and pulled back, with a look of understanding and slight hurt on his face. "But, I don't expect you to return my feelings either." He whispered. I couldn't do anything but, stare at him for a while and then very I very slowly lifted my hand and pushed away the hair that was covering his eyes. I just noticed that his eyes were actually a very, very... beautiful purple color.
He seemed slightly surprised bymy actions and he hesitantly covered my hand with his and moved it so it was resting on his frigid cheek. He very slowly leaned into my embrace and he gently pushed my back into the cold window, his eyes never left my face as he lowered his head to mine, his nosegrazed the side of mine and he brushed his lips against mine, he hesitated slightly- probably giving me time to pull back if I wanted- before he closed the distants between us and softly kissed my lips. It wasn't the kind of kiss that if you saw it would make you all horney, it was the kind of kiss that if you saw it you would think 'Awwww! That's so sweet!' It was soft and kinda... warm and sweet.
Our conjoined lips moved in union with each other and we seemed to be in sync with each others actions.
But, then something changed, well, something for him. He quickly pushed me back and walked sevrel steps away from me. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that." And just like that he was gone.