"Answer my question!" I flung a lamp at his head.
"Then answer mine!" He roared back, but meanwhile catching the lamp and crushing it in his hand.
"I can't because I don't fucking remember!"
"And why don't you remember!" For the hundredth time.
"I don't know! All I know is my name and your name! And you won't tell me anything about anyone!"
I stormed to the bed.
He knew something, I'm sure of it.
Like when he brought me here and dropped my on the bed with a smirk as if he'd knew I would like the room.
It was very nice, sure, a big king sized bed, the room yellow and grey with a large bookcase down one side and a (locked) balcony door.
All the doors were locked unless he opened them.
Berlioz followed me to the bed and loomed over me as I sat down on it. I stared back angrily.
I'd just woken up and we were arguing again.
It happened every night.
I would wake up, he would storm in, we would argue and he'd question me, and then threaten me, and then leave and I'd spend the rest of the night alone, with out coffee, until morning came, and I would die and then process would repeat.
I stared up at him and as he looked down furiously at me.
I could feel my eyes watering but I refused to let the tears fall.
"Berlioz, why have I got these?" I gestured to my chest, where four long scars raced each other down my chest.
Cursing inside, a tear slipped down my cheek.
"You needed to have them" Berlioz replied, ever so softly, tickling a cold finger against my cheek.
With a deep breath, I moved back on the bed so Berlioz could sit in front of me.
"Tell me, what happened." I demanded, and he smiled at me.
"You were kidnapped from me. I just simply brought you back."
I frowned. Something didn't sit well with that.
"And those men when I woke?"
"I have no idea."
"And what are you?"
Berlioz smirked.
"Surprised you don't already know. I'm a vampire."
I laughed, nervously.
"Joking!" I choked out, and then stopped. "Right?"
"No."
I moved back from again.
Okay.
Okay.
Nope, not okay.
"Your all vampires?"
"Yes."
"Even the red head bitch?"
Berlioz chuckled and moved forward so I fell back onto the bed, to keep our noses from touching.
"Yes."
I frowned, while looking up into his red eyes.
"Why?"
"Just something I found on the street. To keep me occupied."
"You said I was kidnapped. I wasn't one that long. Hang on." I put a hand to his chest.
"Your immortal right? And burn in sunlight?" Berlioz laughs, and his chest moves against my hand, vibrating and rumbling.
"Immortal, yes. Do we burn in sunlight? No, we sparkle."
I had to stop the tears springing to my eyes as I silently choked back a laugh.
"Sparkle? Can I see?" I couldn't keep the smile off my lips.
"Afraid not. You sleep during the sun hours."
"Nuts. But about that, why do I become a ghost?"
Calmly. Calmly does it.
"A Ghoul. You're dead in the day and then you become alive at night. Basically, the night is when your in your physical body."
Woah.
"Dead?!" I screeched and he moved back a little. "I'm dead?"
He nodded.
"You're insane!" I shrieked, trying to push him off me. "Next you'll be saying I was kidnapped twenty years ago!" Berlioz wouldn't budge and stared down at me calmly.
"Fifty years actually. We've been together for more than one hundred."
My heart, if it did beat, which it didn't, failed to move one inch.
"One hundred years?" I asked coldly, and then screamed and fell off the bed to try and scramble for the door. Berlioz was in front of me before I could take two steps.
"Calm down." He rumbled and I gaped at his face, so high in the sky.
"I've just been told I am one hundred years old! I will not calm down!" I stamped my foot for enunciation.
Berlioz grabbed my chin and shook my head, gently.
"I gave you those scars for disobedience. Do not make me punish you again." I growled and I saw the top of a fang.
Psycho!
Serial killer!
We've been kidnapped by a mad man! Everybody scream!
I smiled and then stopped and stood still.
I had an idea.
Standing on my tiptoes, I leaned up and pressed my lips gently to his ice cold ones, and inhaled.
My hand flew out to the side where I knew the table stood and the thing was on top.
My other hand trailed up to his hair and Berlioz's hands tangled together around my waist.
His lips moved against mine in sync and I kept my eyes tightly closed as I gripped the glass vase that stood with one tall red rose in.
I gasped one last time as my hand flew towards his head with the vase. . . Just as the door opened and red head bitch flew in, knocking me to the wall and placing her hand on my neck and growling.
"What the hell do you think your doing?" She hissed and I bared my teeth back at her, the filed points I had discovered shining in her face.
She squeezed on my neck as I gasped and my eyes swivelled to where Berlioz stood, staring at the broken vase.
I gasped as red head bitch tightened her grip and Berlioz'a gaze shot towards mine.
Then, with a dizzying speed, the vampires switched and Berlioz held red head bitch against the wall.
"Do not touch her." He growled as Lorraine's hands went for her throat.
"She was trying to kill you, master!"
Berlioz looked amused over at me, laying on the floor and trying to get my airways to breathe.
"I hardly think she's a threat. Now get out my sight, before I punish you further."
"You could punish me later, after the children have gone to bed." Lorraine then shot me a look as if to say 'her'.
I rolled my eyes as I massaged my neck.
Berlioz laughed, loudly and richly.
"I need your services no longer. I will be staying in here in the day." Lorraine looked shocked, her eyes bulging from me to Berlioz.
"B-but-"
"Go!" Berlioz commanded and with a death glare to me, Lorraine bolted out the window. Berlioz didn't turn to look at me But kept facing the door.
"Some one will come with clean clothes." He stated before whisking out the door with the broken glass.
I just sat there and stared at the closed and locked door which Berlioz had disappeared out of.
Had I- Was it possible- What if I had heard the slight sadness at the end of Berlioz'a leaving.
Sadness that I had tried to kill him?
With little success sure, but still?
Vampires weren't supposed to have true feelings?!
Were they?
I sighed and gave up.
Pointless.
I would only ever learn what ever Berlioz was willing to spoon feed me.
And damn, was that annoying.
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