Master of Vampirism (Part #2) ✔️

Chapter 9: An Ultimatum

Choosing the dresses for Paris was the hardest part. I packed jeans and a couple of plain black shirts, but vampirism allowed me to never truly be uncomfortable in any clothes. Therefore, I bought a bunch of dresses. Short dresses, long dresses, revealing dresses... dresses that made me blush.

I picked up the tiny black dress from the bed. It was short, but the cleavage was covered. The shoulders and back exposed. Too slutty? I threw it in my suitcase.

Sheila went through her closet on the other side of the room. She was silent, like this was a task that required complete concentration.

I lifted the next dress, yellow, flowy, with a neckline that almost dropped to the bellybutton. It ended in the suitcase, as well.

"Is this too much?" Sheila asked suddenly, turning towards me. She wore her grey hoodie and jeans, but from her fingers hung a white, tight jumpsuit, with a plunging neckline. I practically swooned over it, imagining how good her skin would look in white.

"It's gorgeous and you'll look like a goddess in it! And I guess we'll be going to some fancy restaurants so you'll definitely get to wear it." I didn't know what Ian and William had planned, but I assumed we wouldn't be getting the usual tourist experience.

Ian. He didn't talk to me ever since... we had a moment.

"Gosh, I wish I could walk all day and night in heels like you do." Sheila murmured and I glanced at her sideways.

It was one of the perks of vampirism, most definitely.

I picked up another dress. This one was dark red, but the hem was sown with silver fibres. The back was completely bare. The only thing holding the dress on my body would be the thin straps that tied around the neck. The dress screamed femininity. I imagined what it would look like, hugging my curves. And I imagined hands roaming up and down those curves. Arousing nervousness crept on me.

"Fuck." I dropped the dress on the bed, deciding this one wouldn't be joining me on my trip to Paris.

"Something wrong?" Sheila murmured, glancing at me.

I sat on the bed, my heart beating rapidly in my chest. I squeezed my fingers and let out a sigh, feeling nervousness disperse through my body. All I could think about was how much I wanted to kiss Ian.

And the thought caused fear. Because I didn't have the answer to his question. What would it mean?

"I have a problem." I said, deciding a conversation with Sheila might be what I needed. She immediately moved away from the closet and made herself comfortable on the bed.

At least she thought my dramatic love life was something worth talking about.

"What did you do?" An amused smile appeared on her lips.

"Nothing." I sighed. "But not for the lack of wanting."

"Oh, my God, what happened?" She was enjoying this too much.

"It's Ian." The name caused prickling all over my skin. "I-I don't even know what happened, but-" I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, deciding I should just say it. "We almost kissed."

"Oh, my God!" She repeated, her eyes widening. "How? Where? Almost? Details!"

A giggle escaped from my throat involuntarily. Despite the obvious problem it created, just thinking about it made me feel weirdly giddy. Like the most popular guy in the school liked me. Gosh, it really would be no wonder if Ian thought I was just a kid.

"Last night, Caiden said I should stop hanging out with Ian-"

"Which you won't." Sheila interrupted me. "Sorry, go on."