Hunger

Chapter Three

I startle awake, I'm in my bed in my great grams house, curled up in a soft blanket. I hear my friend Grant down in the kitchen making breakfast. My head feels fuzzy, I have no recollection of what has recently happened. I carefully head downstairs, greeted by the smell of bacon and pancakes. Grant stands with his back to me as he flips pancakes and sings into a mixing spoon. He has recently been laid. I slide onto the barstool at the kitchen island, the countertop cold against my bare arms. Grant turns around to put the pancake on the plate, he jumps almost dropping it on the floor.

"Dammit Em, I didn't know you were home." 

"Didn't know I was home? What do you mean?" I ask.

"Well, you didn't come home Halloween night, which was fine because I had a date of my own. I was also over at his house last night too. So you must have come home sometime last night or early this morning, I just got home about an hour ago, and girl let me tell you, I've already forgotten about my breakup with Lance." 

"Wait, what day is it?" 

"November second." 

"Where have I been. I don't remember anything."

"Oh my god, were you drugged?!" Grant exclaims.

"No, nothing happened to me like that. But I can't remember anything. That's so strange."

Grant slides a plate of food across the island to me.

"I mean, you could've drank too much."

"That must've been it."

We eat our breakfast, mostly in silence. After breakfast I help Grant pack his bags up, he has to head back home, his classes start back up tomorrow.

"Sorry I have to go, Em."

"That's okay. I understand."

We say our goodbyes, tightly hugging each other before he heads home. I'm alone again. I'm not overly fond of being alone, but there is beauty in the silence. The house is almost cleared out now, the attic is all that's left. My father was supposed to  be flying back out to help me finish but his new wife had other plans for him. My blood boils at the thought of that gold digger. A rhythmic knock at the door breaks me away from my thoughts. Puzzled I walk to the door, I didn't invite anyone over so I have no idea who would be here. Then again I can't remember anything that happened within the last forty-eight hours. I crack the door open to see who was standing there before fully opening it. When I see his face my knees feel weak and my head fuzzy, everything comes rushing back to me. Everything that happened on Halloween night. I step back tripping over a box by the door, before I can hit the ground Jon is behind me catching me. His body is cold and stiff, yet somehow it warms me. I look up at him feeling the heat of embarrassment rush to my cheeks. He chuckles softly and smiles at me. No fangs. He stands me up straight and shuts the door softly. 

"Emilia, it's so good to see you again, sorry I showed up uninvited, I hope you don't mind." 

I want to run, to never see this man again, to never feel the fear that comes over me when I look into his eyes. But then I also can't, I WANT to be with him, NEED to be with him. I feel complete when he is around. It's like a soulmate kind of thing if those even exist. I've never felt feelings like these. 

"I don't mind at all. My friend actually just left to go back home and honestly I don't really like being alone. So were you just in the neighborhood or?" I ask watching his movements.

"Sort of, I actually just needed to see you, I haven't been able to stop thinking about you, day and night. You are the only thing that is ever on my mind, well there is one other thing, a mans gotta eat." Jon smiles showing his fangs.