My stomach growled ruining the moment. Christian stood up and sat on my bed. I sat up and looked at Christian. He lifted his wrist to my face. "Drink until you are completely full." He instructed. I opened my mouth slowly then clamped down on Christian's wrist. He winced and I hesitated.No, drink. Christian thought. I did as he instructed and drank. I closed my eyes trying to concentrate on eating and trying not to concentrate on the fact that I'm drinking blood from Christian's arm.
I stopped and released Christian's arm, "I've had my fill." I said. I felt unable to look at him.
What's the matter? Christian thought.
"I-I'm not sure." I whispered, "I just feel like, I can't look at you."
"C'mon," there was a light tone to his reaction, "I can't be that bad looking."
I quickly turned to him, "No, no! Christian, I didn't mean that!" Christian raised an eyebrow, "I mean you're very good looking, you're handsome and I really mean-"
Calm down, you're very beautiful yourself.
I stopped and looked at Christian dubiously, " I'm not that pretty." I looked away.
I felt Christian's hand under my chin, "You are beautiful and don't let anyone tell you otherwise." Christian said sternly. He gently tugged my face so that I would look at him. "You're beautiful." He repeated as he moved closer to my face. I began to close my eyes until my bed room door swung open and my father stormed in seizing Christian by the neck, and lifting him off the ground.
"This will NOT be allowed!" He roared throwing Christian against the wall behind him. Christian hit the wall with so much force that it busted a hole through it.
"DAD!" I screamed in horror. My mouth hung open and I stood up as my father stalked over to Christian, kicking him in the stomach when he tried to stand. "STOP!" I screamed as my father punched Christian hard in the face. "STOP! STOP!" I caught my breath and yelled one last time, "STOP!" I threw my hands out in front of me. Suddenly a gust of wind blew from what felt like behind me, throwing my father against the wall creating another hole.
I fell to my knees. It felt like all my energy was just drained. I looked down at my hands. They had cuts on them and were bleeding. "Wha-" I couldn't finish. The breath was gone out of me and I couldn't speak. I notice two figures moving out of the corner of my eye and saw Christian and my father standing to their feet. "Please don't." I mostly mouthed. Christian saw me and ran to my aid.
"Annalisa, what was that?" He asked kneeling down and taking my hands in his. I jerked my hands away quickly and looked up expecting to see my father getting ready to kick Christian's head off, but when I looked up… He was gone.
"Where did he go?" I said looking at Christian. I didn't notice it before, but Christian had a gash on his cheek. I gasped and reached up to graze the skin above the gash lightly with my fingers. He winced and pulled away slightly.
"I'm sorry." I felt a tear slipped out of my eye. Yeah, vampires can cry. I thought.
"Don't cry." Christian said pulling me into a hug, "I don't want to see you cry Annalisa." I sniffled and Christian gripped me a little tighter.
"Why did he do that?" I asked.
"Because, big, bad King doesn't want his little princess dating this pauper."
Christian released me and we both looked at the door. Gangrel stood there with his hands in his pockets licking his lips.
"Leave." I heard Christian say. I thought I heard him growl, but I wasn't sure. Gangrel's shirt rippled as he chuckled.
"C'mon man, I just came to see if everything was ok." Gangrel stepped into my room and knelt down to my level. He looked at my hands. "Ah, looks like you're a telepath." He commented reaching for my hands. I jerked them away not wanting him to touch me. Gangrel looked up at me and smirked, "What's the matter?"
"Gangrel, maybe you should just go." Christian said solemnly. Gangrel shot a glance at him that I didn't like at all. "I'll take care of her."
"You'll take care of her, for now." Gangrel said lifting himself to his full length.
For now? What does that mean?
Gangrel became to walk away with a smirk on his face.
"Hold it." I said standing up quicker than I expected, "What does that mean."
Gangrel turned around and looked at me.
"It means, once your dad comes back, Christian here," He pointed at Christian, "Is gonna have a rough time taking care of you."
My heart broke when I heard those words. I felt a tear slip down my cheek and I looked away from Gangrel.
"Gangrel just leave." Christian said sternly. He stood up and stood beside me.
"What?" Gangrel raised a hand in defense, "I'm just telling the truth."
I sniffled involuntarily and I knew that time Christian growled. The sound ripped through his chest making me jump.
"Leave!" He almost shouted. Gangrel turned and returned the growl. Gangrel's growl was way more menacing than Christian's.
"You wanna fight me pretty boy?" Gangrel said bearing fangs. Christian stepped forward.
"Anytime, anywhere." Christian said aggressively. Gangrel jumped forward and tackled Christian. As Christian and Gangrel fell backwards, Gangrel's elbow hit me in the nose. I fell to the ground and grasped my nose. Christian and Gangrel stopped fighting and looked at me. "Annalisa!" Christian exclaimed. I looked up and saw Christian standing before me, a worried look across his face. Then I saw Gangrel. He was smirking. It even looked like he was chuckling. I felt something raging inside of me. I stood up slowly looking angrily at Gangrel. I could feel power surging through me. Gangrel stopped smirking and looked at me.
"Can I help you doll face." Gangrel said slyly. The power inside of me exploded! I felt heat flowing through my entire body mostly in my hands. Suddenly I noticed Gangrel's facial expression turn. He wasn't the same cocky creep he was before. I even noticed Christian's expression change.
"What?" I demanded. As I said that I felt the heat get stronger.
"Your hands." Christian almost whispered. I instantly looked down to my hands and gasped. My hands were on fire!