Hello.
(^_^;) sorry it's been so long since I updated. Between writer's block and finals+graduation prep, I've been SUPER busy...sorry.
But here's the next chapter!
Thanks to Guest, AmberRose14, and kriscrable for reviewing!
Now, I figure that you've all waited long enough, so I'm just gonna end this with a disclaimer:
I don't own Twilight. SM does. I just own the two characters that have appeared so far in the story.
I slowly opened my eyes to see an unfamiliar roof above me. Or at least, it didn't bring forth any memories of the past. I looked around to see that I was in a large bed in a room without many furnishings. The room's overall appearance reminded me a bit of a hotel room, in the fact that it didn't show any particular sense of style. There was a simple wooden desk, a wooden chair, a closet, a bookcase lined with various books, the bed I was in, and not much else. I got out of the bed to find I was in the same clothes that I was wearing the last time I was awake. I tried to quietly go over to the closet, to find that it was entirely full of men's winter clothes.
So I really am in that cabin. But what about the rest? The vampire…No. That's impossible. Vampires don't exist. It must have been a nightmare.
I looked down to see a duffel bag on the floor of the closet. I kneeled down and unzipped it, finding clothes that looked more feminine. I took out one of the shirts that was on top and held it up to myself. While it wasn't really my style, it looked like it would fit. But I put it back in the bag. I didn't know if these clothes were mine, and I didn't want to assume and insult him and whoever these belong to.
After one more look around the room, I crept out of the room and into the main room of the cabin. There was the man, cooking something. Of course, that was completely normal. Because he's human. I don't know why I can't shake that stupid nightmare.
"Good morning." He said suddenly, not turning around; startling me. How had he known I was here? I had been completely silent coming out.
I took another step into the room., no longer trying to be quiet. "G-good morning." I greeted, cringing at my stutter. There's nothing to be afraid of. He's human. But I continued to hesitate where I was, not wanting to move any closer.
"How do you feel?" He asked, plating whatever food he cooked, his back still to me.
How did I feel?
I wasn't sure. Physically, I felt perfectly fine. My body felt a little sluggish and my brain was running a little slow, but nothing was wrong with me in that aspect. Emotionally, I was still shaken up from my dream. It had felt so real, and the "monster" from it was in this very room with me, so I was frightened. But I was working through that. My memory was also missing some things. When had it switched from reality to dreams; when had I fallen asleep; what was my last true memory? What was real, and what was not? These questions, though, could be answered by talking to him.
"I'm fine." I said a beat late, my voice sounding a bit more confident.
"That's good." He said, finally turning around. I couldn't help but notice his eyes were now closer to ruby than the dark red I remembered them as from last night. I shivered, but squared my shoulders and walked over to him, stopping a respectful distance away. He handed me a blue plate with toast, scrambled eggs, and bacon on it. My mouth watered at the sight, and my stomach chose that moment to growl, loudly. I blushed and quickly turned around to go to the table, hardly noticing the momentary change in his eyes when I blushed. I heard him place something in the sink and start walking after me quickly. I paused and turned around, thinking something was wrong. But his expression was calm, with only polite interest.
And that's when I noticed his hands were empty. He didn't have any food. What was he going to eat? For just a second, I worried that I was on his menu, but quickly dismissed that thought. Not a vampire.
"What are you eating?" I asked, confused. He stared at me blankly for a second, before groaning, suddenly looking defeated.
"Please tell me you didn't lose your memory, again?" He half groaned, half pleaded. I didn't answer, staring at him wide eyed. "Please tell me you didn't forget what I am? Again?" My mouth opened once, but I closed it again quickly. It couldn't be real. He couldn't really be a…
"I'm a vampire, remember?" He said, annoyed.
"No…can't be…that's not possible…just a dream…not real…" I whispered. At that, he seemed to relax.
"Oh, I see. You do remember, but can't accept it. Makes sense, I'd probably do the same thing in your situation. Well believe it, sweetheart. I am a vampire, and I do bite."
My whole body went numb, and I felt the plate slip from my hands. In a flash, he had caught it and was standing behind me; I heard him setting the plate down on the table. Then he appeared again in front of me.
"So fast." I whispered.
"Yes. Super speed, super strength, super hearing, and a bunch else. The natural abilities of a vampire."
"…no way…" My voice was barely audible to my own ears. The room spun, and I suddenly felt light-headed. My breathing came in short gasps as I tried and failed to get enough oxygen into my lungs. My hands shot out automatically, trying to balance me.
"Woah! Calm down. You need to breathe." He was quick to rush to my side; one hand held one of my outstretched hands, the other on my back, helping to steady me. I flinched away from him, but he merely wrapped his arm around my waist and guided me over to the couch. My legs gave out right before we made it to the couch, and he gently lowered me onto the cushion before sitting right next to me.
The room spun faster as I searched for any possible escape, but I couldn't find anything. Oh god! He's a vampire and I'm gonna be killed! I'm gonna die! I'm never going to find out who I am, or how I got in this mess! Oh god oh god oh god! My breathing came in shorter and shorter gasps as everything began to go dark.
He grabbed my face, forcing me to look into his eyes. His red eyes, the color of blood. My blood.
The last thing I heard as I blacked out was him telling me to breathe.
Sooo...?
That wasn't too disappointing, was it? Drop me a line and tell me what you think. I'd love a review!
...please? It'd make me really happy.
Your newly graduated author,
littleditto