A/N: I can't believe I'm already on chapter four! Well anyway please I beg you be patient with me, with school and everything this week hasn't been the best and I'm surprised I actually had time to write. I hope this is good. Hope you enjoy!

Chapter 4

My body tensed, and he drew away, laughing softly to himself. Yet, when his eyes connected with my wide, terrified, gaze his eyes were sad—or was it disappointment?

"I should have known it would be like this," He whispered. The grief in his voice snapped me out of my sudden terror of him.

"What?" I asked, pleased that my voice was somewhat steady. A wistful smile flashed across his face.

"Do you know what a vampire is young one?" He asked, a playful smile appeared on his beautiful face.

"Of course I do," I said, bristling at the words 'young one'. "They walk among the earth around night time, drinking human blood, they sleep in coffins, they burn to death in the sun, and a wooden stake to the heart kills them…" I trailed off at his incredulous stare.

"Is that what you foolish humans think?" He chuckled, shaking his head in disbelief. "I assure you, my dear, except for that one the rest are ludicrous!"

"What is that one?" I asked, I suddenly felt sick, because I already knew. It was the vampire's trademark, the reason for the folk tales. He didn't seem to appreciate the question, his face was suddenly grim.

"Drinking the human blood," He said, detached.

"Are you going to drink my blood?" I asked, surprised, at how strong and steady my voice was, yet inside I was a scared to death.

"Oddly no," He whispered, his red eyes turning hypnotic. "It feels… if I do give into the temptation, I'm going to regret it more than I should."

"So I'm a temptation?" I asked, truly curious my fear of him suddenly dulled.

"Your scent has increased exceptionally, since I last met you. Fresh roses…quite a delicious smell," He leaned in slightly, his dazzling face a few inches from mine. He closed his eyes and inhaled. "Yes… but I can resist it." He said exhaling, opening his eyes, with a smile.

"I'm glad," I breathed; it took me a minuet to realize what I had just said. His eyes widened and my face became hot. I covered my face with my hands, shaking my head. "Please tell me I just did not just say that!"

His low musical laugh didn't help. Then, suddenly, his ice cold hands were placed against mine, his fingers gently curled in-between mine. He pulled my hands from my face, with an irresistible force.

"You've made me curious…what do you mean by that?" He asked softly, chuckling.

"You're making it worse by laughing," I said frostily, wanting to break from his grasp, but I couldn't. What was worse I did not want to. Though his hand was cold and hard, they were gentle around mine.

"You were an odd child, you watched me bury my latest meal. You knew what I was doing, yet you didn't run away from me. You stood there and stopped me in my tracks." He said chuckling.

"How?" I asked.

"Oh, no, you don't," He muttered in mock sternness. "You answer my question first." He said with an easy smile, but he saw I was reluctant. "It can't be that bad."

"Embarrassing, is more like it," I muttered, his eyes flashed with some emotion I didn't understand. When I saw he wasn't going to let it go I took a very, very deep breath.

"Well you see Alexander,"—my heart thumbed irregularly as I said his name, the sly look that flashed in his eyes, made me suspicious that he might have heard it—"I haven't forgotten about you. Every night, for nine years, on this very night I came out here… waiting for you."

"You've been. Out here. Alone?" He growled, his hands snatched away from mine and he walked a few paces away—his back facing me. "Do you have any idea how dangerous that is? I'm not the only vampire in Chicago!"

"Are there more of you, other than you and Sarah?" I asked, clasping my hands together.

"Yes," Alex whispered, his voice was level, calm. He turned back to face me, his eyes were cautious. "You should get back home, Ella"

The words that came his mouth brought a whole different kind of fear and pain. The fear felt like I would die, from not seeing him, again. I shook my head slowly, trying to erase the pain, which had been dulled over the years of thinking he was just part of my imagination. Now I knew he was real, I would accept him as he was, even him being a bloodthirsty vampire.

"I can't do that," I said in a strong voice, unlike what was going inside me.

"What do you mean?" He snapped, his face, frustrated. In a blink of an eye, he was in front of me his hands on my shoulders. "It's not safe."

His eyes bore into mine I could tell he was telling the truth, yet I could see the reluctance.

"Alexander," I whispered closing my eyes, savoring the name, and then I opened my eyes again. "I could not come even if my life was in danger, I would have come. My body and soul would have not let me stayed in my room. I had to know if you were real, if you would come back…" I trailed off. As his eyes grew suddenly soft, he raised his hand and gently brushed his thumb against my cheek.

"I suppose we have both left our mark on each other." He murmured. Staring into my eyes for the longest moment, then suddenly, in a movement I didn't catch. I found myself cradled in cold his arms. "Regardless, I must insist you must get your rest Miss Eleanor,"

Then, it suddenly felt like I was flying, the wind tossed in my face. By the time I could move my hair out of eyes, we were in my room. I blinked and looked up to see him looking down at me.

"You're fast." I commented, dazed.

"That's what I'm made for," He said with a brief smile. He looked up and studied my room with critical eyes. "You humans are quite odd; you don't seem to like change."

"You can let me down," I said, through a yawn. He ignored me and walked toward my oversized bed and pulled the covers back. He placed me there, and with a playful smile, he covered me up. "Will I see you tomorrow night?" I asked sleepily.

He hesitated, "Only if you want to see me."

"Of course, I have a lot of questions for you," I muttered as my eyelids began to droop. I heard his silent laughter, as I drifted. I was slightly aware of ice cold breath at my ear.

"As you wish, my rose," His voice was soft, velvet. I smiled and fell into the warm darkness that beckoned me.