chapter four
Although I hadn't had time to truly know more about Alec, and the only time I had seen him was at the coffee shop, I soon discovered myself dreaming of him.
Of him haunting me, stalking me, pressing his cold lips against my throat.
Him sucking the blood out of my pale skin.
Him making sure he would have me join immortality with him.
Of him pressing me against soft silk sheets and making love to me, my hair becoming stuck to my skin from the sweat that would drip from me, despite him having ice cold hands. He would be the death of me, and what a sweet and delicious death it would be to die in the arms of Alec Volturi. His hips pressing against mine as he plummeted into me, making sure to devour the essence of my flower with a thirstiness no mortal man could ever achieve.
I waited until Principal Dwyer was convinced, I wasn't going to go out and stay out past curfew, this drawing connection I have towards Alec is too much for me to dismiss. I want him, I want to taste his lips, to let our tongues dance in a tango. I want him, with a thirst to me I never had before, and only he could quench it. Only he can stop these dreams, oftentimes wet dreams, wet fantasies, if only I get to know a little bit more about him and I.
I made sure to slip on a baggy gray hoodie over my black leggings, my rainboots helping me once again since it is a gnarly storm that is happening outside. I have made sure to fix some things on my bed in an outline of my body in case anyone decides to peek into my dorm room in the middle of the night. They would think I was asleep, dead to the world around me, when the real people in my life know I could never sleep well when it is storming. I am too accustomed to it not raining that much in Phoenix, the more common storm I would have would be a sandstorm.
My phone is tucked into the pocket of my hoodie, and I creep out of the school campus, leaving the boarding school behind me. I make my way towards the coffee shop, for something told me I would be expecting Alec to be sitting at the same spot where he had been sitting when we first met. People go past me, some of them confused when they see my age and wonder why I am out at such a late hour. I dismiss them, if I am right about Alec being a vampire, then there are much worse monsters out there than mortal men.
I perk up when I see the neon welcome sign hanging in the front display window, allowing me to know that it is still open this late. I am also glad the first person I see is Alec, sitting in the same spot as before and reading a different book. He has one of his hands up and placed underneath his chin, his crimson eyes flickering across the pages with both an interest but also not at the same time. He's reading something that he had read before, if not for pretenses so that others would think he were a normal bookworm teenager reading a book while suffering from insomnia. A perfect cover for the middle of the night in Seattle.
He let his eyes drift away and landed on mine, one of his eyebrows arching upwards in amusement when he sees me standing there awkwardly outside in my hoodie and leggings. I'm certain that there would be some rainwater that was falling to my rainboots, because that was just the type of luck I have. I'm soaking wet due to the intensity of the wind that spat water at me. I'm not in the best state for him to see me but that is to be expected.
He brings one of his hands up, a bare hand for once, and beckons me to enter the coffee shop with his pointer finger. My heart rattles in my chest at the obvious cockiness that transmits from him. He knows he is sexy, he is delectable, yet he wants me to come closer to him and learn more about him in order for him to learn more about me. I would be raking in the benefits while he would be sorting through the false gold, he thinks is real.
I enter the coffee shop, a red blush scattering across my pale face and my throat.
I glance in the corner of my eye towards the baristas that are behind the counter and waiting to make coffees along with other sorts of drinks for the customers.
None of them are of that girl from the last time but there are two girls that kept glancing over at Alec, wondering why a handsome teenager would come into their insignificant coffee shop just to read a book. There is no coffee cup next to him that let me know those girls had the honor of making a drink for him.
A smugness rises within me.
I had managed to gain his attention; I had been the one who he had beckoned forward to sit with. He hadn't chosen those girls; he hadn't come up and handed back a card to them because they dropped it on the ground. He had done that for me. He was wanting to see me once again and didn't duck his head behind his book in hopes of me getting the clue he wasn't interested in me romantically.
I go over to him and sit down in the chair across from him.
I sigh in relief from the warmth of the heater that is on in the coffee shop.
It's too cold and wet for my comfort levels. I had to become adjusted really quickly when it came to the cold and wet, but this place is not for me. I cannot deal with staying here longer than the rest of the school year. I want to move back to Phoenix and live with Renee and Phil. It's the least that I deserve, for putting up with the five months of staying here in Seattle voluntarily.
"You look tired," Alec says, his unique accent immediately caught my attention and my ears.
I nod my head, not saying anything, and shivering some.
He reaches across the table and takes some pieces of my wet hair behind my ear, his long and thin fingers barely brushing against the rim of my ear, making me almost jolt from the touch. He frowns deeper when he has seen the reaction, he had given me, as if he was thinking of something quite heavy for the mood setting, before he lets his hand fall back where it originally was.
"I had to sneak out past curfew and come here…I…know this sounds weird…but I haven't been able to keep you out of my mind since I met you," I confess with an excitement that I don't really have much of in my life. I've never done something like this before in my life, but I have a feeling I'll be doing more exciting things than just sneaking off campus after curfew.
Alec doesn't show any type of disgust or surprise when it comes to what I'm saying, almost as if he's been waiting to meet me again and hear those words from me. He closes the book he's reading and timidly reaches his hand out to touch one of mine. I put my hands into the pockets of my hoodie, making up the excuse of needing to get some hot chocolate to warm up some more because I don't think I can deal with his cold touch at the moment.
"I'll go buy you some. Do you want any whipped cream on it?"
For a second, I think of saying no, partly because I don't want to make a fuss about my hot chocolate (Renee does when she goes to Starbucks, making sure to order one of the most complicated drink orders there are), but my sweet tooth soon demands for me to have whipped cream too. So instead, I blush and nod my head, earning a soft chuckle in amusement from Alec.
My eyes turn towards the window that looks at the street and sidewalks.
Adults move around easily, some of them are dressed in fancy clothing.
Signs they are going out to party at some of the clubs or having a late-night reservation at some high-class restaurant. There are also a couple of dog sitters that are taking care of their friends' dogs while they are away. A few people skate through the crowd, jolting some of the people around them because they're on skateboards. Others cuss out at the delinquents, but some decide it's just not worth it when it comes to yelling at the skateboarders.
The hot chocolate is sitting down in front of me again, and I notice that there is a phone number written across the side of the cup, along with an actual lipstick imprint from one of the girls kissing it. I arch one of my eyebrows, noting that Alec doesn't show any type of emotion towards the blunt flirting he had received from one of the baristas.
In the distance something falls onto the ground behind the counter, and from the sound of it I can tell its glass. I almost want to turn and look at the person only for Alec to shake his head.
"Not worth seeing a hissy fit from one of those girls. Chances are they'll probably start yelling at you and the last thing I want to deal with is having to hear them trying to say that they are a better choice than you are. Besides, you need to go ahead and take a few sips before it gets too cold," Alec informs me, and without thinking I pick up the hot chocolate. I take a long sip, smiling and relaxing even more at the taste of the drink with the whipped cream.
A moment later my eyes snap open and I notice how his eyes almost seem glued to me in a way that is concerning. I sit the cup down onto the table and fold my arms against my chest. He snaps his attention away from me and towards the reflection of the store window before he sighs and turns back to me, having realized that we need to get back on subject.
"You're right, I do feel a connection to you. I haven't been able to get you out of my mind. If I were able to sleep, I know that you would be the star in every dream," Alec confesses, making me almost drop the hot chocolate cup and spend its contents towards his side of the table. I manage to catch myself before that can happen, thankfully.
"What else can you not be able to do other than sleep?"
"Well, for one, I'm not able to eat. I have a strict diet, liquids only."
Alec's lips twitch upwards at the little statement, joke, he had given me.
"There are two different types of liquids I can choose from when it comes to my diet but I'm a traditionalist. Others, not many minds you, are more open-minded and modern with their diet. I see no reason why one should choose their liquid, since mine doesn't have cheat days while theirs can have cheat days."
"And this liquid diet…are there many who are on the diet too? Or are there not that many, and it's something that you'll have to be introduced to by someone else?" I can't believe I'm asking about drinking blood, but those red algae eyes are so much more seductive and playful with the little banter we are having with each other.
"No, there's not that many people that are on this liquid diet, or the other one. You have to be introduced to the diet by someone else. Otherwise, you'll not be able to truly weep for the benefits of the diet, because your body won't be able to truly digest it unless you are invited," Alec adds, while in the background one of the girls seems to be stalking in my direction. Alec watches the girl with interest but it's nowhere flirty, it's almost dangerous.
The girl almost stops for a second but then decides to push on and continue her mission. I have a feeling I know what this mission is and I'm right when it happens in front of me. She goes to grab the hot chocolate from the table, either to take it away from me since I won't be using her number, or she'll take it and dump the contents on my head. Either way, it will be an immature solution towards the fact that she hadn't asked him if it were for him and not me.
Alec's hand shoots out, in an almost inhuman speed, and places itself onto the top of the hot chocolate. He turns his head and looks up at her, those crimson eyes swirling and demanding all her attention.
I watch, enraptured with the whole scene in front of me, wanting to see what will happen. I want to see how far he can hypnotize someone, if he can influence someone to go and kill someone in order for them to have a date with him. I want to know how far a person would go in order to fulfill any of the desires a vampire has.
"I…I'm sorry, but I don't think that we were signaling for you to come over here. There's still plenty of hot chocolate left for my girlfriend. Isn't that right, Cuore mio?" Alec probes, his sultry voice shoots a stake through my heart and I'm almost dead. I hate the fact that I looked up Italian pet names after going back to the boarding school last time and know it means my heart.
"Y-Yes, that's right, sweetheart. I'm not finished with the hot chocolate…"
I pause and look at Alec more. There's this fire in him, commanding me to continue. He wants me to assert my dominance over him. He wants me to acknowledge the fact that he and I are connected to each other far more than just a platonic bond. There's something alive and dangerous between us and it can end up being delicious.
"Besides, I'm not mad that you wrote your phone number and kissed the side of my cup. I trust my boyfriend, besides we're both mature about it. You see a cute boy or girl, you write down your number, kiss it to send out a lipstick stain. No one gets hurt. You didn't mean any harm by that…but coming over and trying to grab the hot chocolate to either throw it away because I'm not him or to pour the hot chocolate over the top of my head like we're in some high school movie…that is different…"
On the inside I scream, wondering how I managed to say all that without second guessing myself.
Alec stares at me with a darker hue in those eyes of his, almost as if he wants to eat me alive.
I peer up at him through my eyelashes, dip my head in a seductive manner, and find myself challenging him back. If he wants something to happen between us, he sure as hell has to be the one to do this. I've decided to play along, now he has to win the prize by seeing it through to the end.
The girl stands there for a moment, her mind processing all that I've said. For a moment, a split second, I almost expect for her to scoff and tell me I can go to hell. Instead, what I'm greeted with is actual shame on her face. She nods her head, letting me know that she's agreeing with what I said, and how she could have made a stupid mistake.
"Yeah, sorry. Um…I'm just going to head back now."
I turn to look at Alec and am surprised when he's already standing next to me.
He pulls out a pair of gloves from the pockets of his pea coat he's wearing.
He's wearing a similar outfit like the last time I saw him, but the sweater he's wearing doesn't have a turtleneck on it so I'm able to see all of his throat. His clothes are in the shade of different greens, and his autumn hued eyes are asking me to stand up and take his hand once he has his gloves on. He's waiting for me to accept whatever will happen between us, accept the fact that I know he's not human (and that I'm hinting towards him being a vampire) and just accept what comes.
Getting up from the chair I scoop up my hot chocolate and toss it into a trash can as we leave the warmth of the coffee shop. I trail after him, my hand in his, grounding me and reminding me that I'm really here with Alec. I'm letting him take me whenever he wants to go, and I trust him. He's the first one I can trust here in Seattle blindly. Everyone else had to pull one brick at a time down and it was time consuming but there's no brick wall there for him and me.
I only bring myself back to reality when he arrives at what looks like a nicely decorated townhouse. I frown at him, and he leads me up the brick steps to the front door, before he unlocks it. I enter behind him, and he shuts the door in a soft click. He doesn't lock it to let me know I have a choice to leave now if I want to but even if he locked it, I know that I'm safer here with him in a locked townhouse than I am out there with humans all around him.
The front foyer of the townhouse reminds me of that modern/antique aesthetic rebuilds.
The black and white layout with the splashes of color.
The custom designed chandeliers, staircase banister, and much more are another reminder that he's rich.
He's filthy rich, but then again vampires are often depicted as filthy rich because they have had all the time in the world to invest in the right things. He's standing there, a rich boy, with one of his eyebrows arched upwards, and slowly taking off his gloves from his hands. He throws the gloves off to the side, letting them hit the stained down wooden floorboards, and stalks forward to me, lightly pushing me backwards against one of the walls.
My heart races in my chest and I know that my blood is pumping wildly, and he can taste it on his tongue. He knows that my blood is ichor to him, one taste of it will never be enough.
He has to drink from the goblet until it empties and lick his tongue against his teeth to remind himself of what he has just drunk. He wants to drink, and drink, indulge, indulge until there is not anything left to drink or indulge to. He'll only have the memories of what I taste like and eventually all of it will just feel like it was a dream instead of reality.
He leans forward until his forehead is against mine, his right hand reaches up and cups the side of my cheekbone, making goosebumps arch themselves up. He smirks at the sight of how my body reacts to his, and he sticks out his tongue before he licks my closed lips, so he can get a feel of how my lips taste. He chuckles a little bit, enjoying me pressed up against the white foyer hall.
"You taste exquisite, darling. I would like to get a proper, more hands-on approach with the rest of you, if you decide to play with me a little more," Alec whispers, in the background I can hear the popping of heated logs. I hadn't even realized that the parlor room on the other side of the wall has a fireplace lit, perhaps he was so confident in our bond he went ahead and started the fireplace so I wouldn't be cold too much longer?
"Very well…but I cannot stay the whole night. I have to be back at school before long or else it won't be good. I'm related to one of the principals through marriage, in a way. His great-nephew is my stepdad," I whisper back, enjoying the intimacy of us whispering to each other even when we can talk at a normal volume.
"I can't stay the whole night either. I only rented this place for the night, the owners didn't question my intent when I gave them enough money to ease their worries," Alec confesses, a dangerous smirk crossing his lips to remind me of the power of influence he has on people.
"Tell me what you know about me, what I am and what traits you think I have. Some of them might be right, but others are just stereotypes and you won't get any pleasure from that," Alec adds, which in return makes me nod my head. I'm glad that he has pulled away, so I can think more clearly even if my thoughts are still quite murky.
"I know that you are a vampire."
"Correct."
Alec reaches forward and presses a kiss right under my left jaw, the cool brush of his lips against my human skin once again reminds me I'm supposed to feel terrified and begging for my life. Instead, I'm alive and I want to be begging for something much more erotic than my life.
"You can't go outside during the day."
Alec kisses the same spot once again, neither letting me know if I'm any closer to the truth or if I'm just wrong. He pulls away a moment later.
"Ah, that's a tricky subject. We do have the ability to go outside, because we can't just magically set on fire and turn into ash. Our skin is like marble, and when we go outside and it's sunny our skin shines like diamonds. It would be quite distracting and obviously a sign towards our vampirism, so we only stay in places that are wet and rainy, cold too."
Alec reaches his hand out and plays with my hair, I close my eyes, only to gasp when he twines some of my hair around his fingers, tugging at it. My eyes widen from the slight sting from my scalp and the excitement that floods me from the barely a sting, sting. I'm in new territory, on new terrain, and I can't help but eagerly want to know more.
"You drink human blood, which is a given since you said that there is a traditional route," I comment, earning a kiss on the side of my lips, so close to my lips but not directly on them. I almost want to knee him in the crotch for putting me through this.
"Last thing you can tell me about myself, and then I'm taking things into my own hands because I've become too impatient."
"You have an ability…maybe something that has to do with the senses?"
"Oh, and why are you saying maybe? I can't reward you if you aren't so sure about the facts that you have given me. I need an example."
"The girl, the first time. When you had picked up my school card. You looked at her and she seemed out of it before she looked at us again. Almost as if she went blind or something?"
I barely hear the word, "correct," before his lips descend upon mine in a ravishing manner. I have to hold onto his shoulders as he shoves himself up against me. He's making sure to consume my mouth, to nip at what he can without drawing blood.
As he kisses me, I can feel his length hardening against me, letting me know that he's more than prepared to take me if he wants. My hand sneaks down and tries to head towards his groin only for a hand to sneak around my wrist and pin it against the wall above my head. My hoodie has become messier due to the movement between us, and part of my hoodie has fallen off one side of my shoulders, revealing my clavicle. He latches his mouth and teeth upon that, making sure to cause some bruises that will turn into hickies. Vampire love notes in an odd manner.
"As much as I would like to fuck you until you can't walk for the next few days we can't. Besides, I don't think that your body could handle how many rounds I'd want with you," Alec whispers against my ear, making my panties become wet with his dirty words.
"But why can't I just give you a–?"
"Because, my dear, it won't just end with a hand job. It will turn into something much more. And we don't have the luxury of this. I promise that we will, but it can't be right now. Also, it's getting pretty late, and you need to go back to campus. I can take you to your dorm room. I'll just need to hold you and use my normal speed. One moment you'll be here and the next moment you'll be in your room," Alec says, earning a sigh from me but I nod.
He's right, one second, I'm still in that townhouse foyer and the next moment I'm in my dorm room. The only thing left of him is the blossoming hickies on my throat, and the light scent of mint still hanging in the air. One thing that is solid though, one thing that doesn't have to have true evidence out for the whole world to see is: Alec Volturi is a vampire, and I just made out with him.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: TWILIGHT DOESN'T BELONG TO ME
I hope you enjoyed this spicy chapter. ;) Unlike Edward, Alec knows what he wants, and he takes it without complaining. I really like the chemistry between Alec and Bella in this story, it feels really tangible.
-it'semmynotemma