Master of Vampirism (Part #2) ✔️

Chapter 26: Vamp's out of the bag

Suddenly, I felt like I wanted to go on a crazy vampire rampage and sink my teeth into the first living, breathing flesh I could find.

But I didn't, because I was a goddamn lady.

William lingered in the corner, carrying unconscious Ian. Lights exchanged before my eyes which stayed glued to Greta. The shock on my face probably showed, but I didn't care.

It felt like someone took off the blinds from my eyes.

"I didn't know." I said, not knowing what else to tell her.

Did I feel guilty? Not particularly. Did I suddenly feel the enormous urge to strangle her? Yes, most definitely.

Greta nodded, "Well, now you do. And you should remember it."

How was she so calm? If I'd seen my lover kissing someone else, I'd snap his neck and probably suck the living shit out of her. But Greta simply eyed me, promising more pain than I could imagine with her mere stare, turned around and walked away from me.

"When can I see him?" I asked William, knowing there was no way around this.

Ian and I had to talk. For real. He was the reason why I stopped running away from all of my problems. If it weren't for him, I'd probably still refuse to drink blood or admit I was a vampire.

"In the morning, Chloe." William answered, his voice seriously lacking his usual zhuzh.

I frowned and nodded, but still followed him back to Ian's apartment. I stuck to the shadows, well aware William might sense my trail. If he did, he said nothing. My thoughts were too scrambled to sleep. For once, ignoring the problem seemed impossible.

I hid in the lobby of Ian's building for hours. The night passed and calm dawn took its place. And by the time first rays of sunshine spilled over the floor through the windows, I came up with nothing.

I should have just snapped his neck, or knocked him out. Instead, I kissed him.

And why? Because for a moment I saw Ian without inhibitions. Usually, he was the composed one and to him, I was just a stupid, dramatic kid. But he dropped to my level for one night and I wanted to pretend there was a life where he might want me.

William left in the morning and I made my way to Ian's apartment. But by the time I reached his door, I had no idea what to tell him. So I dropped on the floor next to his door and waited for the burst of inspiration or the fear to subside, whichever happened first.

Sheila texted me, Where are you?

At Ian's. I looked at the door, not a total lie.

You okay?

Debateable.

I had no idea how long I stayed there, sitting on the floor, before I finally knocked on his door, still in the sitting position. The doorknob moved and the door opened, revealing Ian on the other side, in the same sitting position on the floor.

His lips were still slightly blue, but the rest of his body was normal. He looked a little drained, but mostly alright. His eyes were once again the regular shade of light brown.

He leaned his head against the wall and looked at me, his gaze full of remorse, "How long have you been here?"

I shrugged, "Since last night."

Ian looked ahead, "What are you doing here?"

I took a mouthful of air, "Taking a page out of Ian playbook and demanding to talk about what happened."