The Vampires' Beloved

Chapter 3

3 years later

I finished school, stayed away from boys, and made a good reputation with people in New York. I love in a small apartment. Room for one person. It's a bit cramped with two people. The hallways are skinny. The bed room barely fits a twin sized bed, a dresser, and a shoe rack. The bathroom is cramped. The kitchen is small. The living room fits a small couch, TV, and a small coffee table.

I love it though. I may not have gotten the best part of New Tkrk. But it's interesting.
No one has gone looking for me, which is nice. Even though it's been three long years. I've been lucky enough that no one knows my name, or what I am.

Being in a city is nice, other than the murder. Ah yes. The murder. People claim it's vampires. While other deam it to be a gunshot. But I ended up looking for a place near the countryside. I ended up finding a place in Washington. Oh how fun. The snow, the people I once knew. Joy.

I finished packing my things and got them to the airport. I was ready to move to countryside house. It looks peaceful.

I slipped on my combat boots and dubble checked my outfit in the mirror. Red crop top with black skinny jeans. My short hair framed my face perfectly. I knew that a lot of people say I'm older than I look, but I think I look pretty good for 19.

I got to the airport right as the rest of the people that also are getting on the same plane were there. I got my bags checked in and got onto the plane. It was fairly large. I took my carry-on down the isle. Through 1st class.

Once I got to my seat I noticed a guy. Probably the person I would be riding with for along ass time. I opened the overhead apartment only to find out that the asshole had put his suitcase in that middle and in my way.

I picked up my carry-on and tried shoving it in. I looked at the guy for help, but he was only watching my shirt ride up. I rolled my eyes and tried pushing the suitcase to the side without dropping mine on me.

I shoved my suitcase again, it felt like it was going in. But the thing slipped out of my hand. I covered my head with my arms, hoping that it wouldn't hit me. I closed my eyes tight and waited for the impact.

But it never came. I felt cold hands slip around my waist. My eyes shot open as I lowered my arms. I looked up to see a stranger effortlessly push my carry-on into the overhead apartment.

He looked down at me and smiled. I noticed that he had looks that would have girls falling all over him. Blonde hair that fell perfectly. Stormy blue eyes. Lightly tanned skin. And plump lips.

He looked at the guy I would be sitting next to. "Move," he ordered. His voice was deep. The man looked at him for a moment.

"But this is my seat," he protested. The attractive man rolled his eyes and pulled out his ticket.

"Take mine, it's first class," he said. The man took his ticket and looked it over. After a few seconds he got up, grabbing his suitcase and moved up the plane.

The man that was holding me looked down and smiled at me. I gave him a confused look as he started to push me into the seat. I took my seat near the window and watched as he sat down in the isle seat. He had an athletic build, which suited him. A Grey shirt. Blue jeans. And van. And okay outfit. But when loving in New York, your taste in clothes change.

He looked at me for a moment before speaking. "What is your name?"

"Amara. Amara Junoper," I answered. I kept feeling a strange connection with the man. But why?

"A beautiful name," he whispered, but I could still hear it. "What are you going to Washington for?"

"OH, I'm moving there. I once lived in Washington. But I'm hoping that I don't see anyone I once knew," I answered. Why am I opening up to him?

"Interesting. So-" the flight assistant cut him off by asking him if he wanted any thing from the food tray. He told her no and she moved on.

I ignored the stranger for the first twenty minutes of the flight. But he kept trying to talk to me. He's probably regretting sitting back here. I looked over at him.

"Am I no longer invisible?" He joked.

"What?" I asked.

"You weren't responding to anything I did or said," he laughed sheepishly. The plane shook. I looked out the window to see a flash of light. Oh you've got to be kidding me. I looked back at the man.

"You were trying to talk to me?" I asked, trying to get my mind off the storm. He looked out the window. His face hardened. His arm reached out past me, but I still flinched away. He closed the window thing so that I couldn't look out the window.

"Right..." he trailed off. His eyes kept changing colors. Stormy blue to green, then to dark blue. It was interesting to watch. Until he looked right at me. If felt as though he was looking right through my soul. His eyes turned a dark red color. Which should have scared me, but they were too pretty to be scared of.

He looked over his shoulder before looking at me. He leaned a little bit closer to me. Fangs atarted to grow out of his mouth. I backed away from him, as much as the seat would let me.

"I'm not going to hurt you," he whispered. I felt as thought I could trust him. There's something about him that I just can't place. What is it? I feel like I know him, but like there something else that I'm missing. What is it?!

"Who are you?" I asked. But he didn't answer. He just leaned closer. His lips met mine. Sparks erupted on my lips, spreading through my body. I didn't close y eyes at first. But they slowly closed. I could feel his fangs agent my lips. My mind told me to kiss back, so my boby listened.

He pulled away, allowing me to get air. Right as he opened his eyes it came to me. He's a vampire. But why do I feel a connection to him? Does he feel it too?

"I'm sorry," he whispered.

"It's fine," I mumbled. A smirk grew on his face. His lips met mine again. This time he bit my lip, making me gasp. He took the chance to slip his tounge into my mouth. I heard the sound of thunder and pulled away from him. But he pulled me closer. Holding my head in his chest. He was breathing heavily.

Why is he breathing so hard? I tried to look up at him, but he wouldn't let me. I tried pulling away, but he wouldn't let me do that either. I gave up trying to move away from him.

After a bit he finally let me go, but didn't let me get that far. His arms were still wrapped around me. Which was weird for me. I just don't like being touched...