Lady Vampire

Chapter 5: Monster under my bed

The night was blooming into a rich violet flower. The sky was ink-like and blue seeped into the dim room. I crouched as politely as I could, not bending forwards but instead on my knees with my hands on my lap. My head leaned to the side and my eyes were wide as I stared upon the figure on my bed. I wished to approach closer, but my teeth were loose with violence. So I merely licked my lips and waited like a good child would.

The man was handsome. His chest rose up and down as he let out heavy exhales. It was like a fountain of wind that would fall from his nose and down to his lips. Like mine were now, his mouth was painted a deep and warm red, but his were privy to blood and must have been like that always. Mine was simply makeup, to hide the death on my face.

They complimented his flushed cheeks underneath his thick eyelashes. He must have had a lot of blood within himself. It was everywhere. The curve of his jaw attracted my attention and the point of his sharp nose made me smile. His face was pale like the moon, but he sported two wonderful eyebrows growing upwards like trees in a forest.

Even in a world of vampires, I do not think I could find one as lovely as him.

Heat was radiating from his very skin. I wanted to touch it, to feel it, to warm myself against a fire. When was it my turn to be like him? Like all the other humans? I, without blood, still shiver, still cry. I may still love.

Stewart stood by the windows of my room. 

It was quite inappropriate for him to be here, but I suppose, these were extenuating circumstances. He was listening to me, I could tell. He was injecting himself into my mind.

So I tried not to think of the flavour of the blood, of the relief in my stomach, or the man's scent, or his new mark. I definitely would not think of my excitement about the whole ordeal. That would be considered offensive. But I very much so wanted to sit in the bed beside him.

"Stewart, what do I do with him?"

I could see his eyebrows raise.

"What do you mean?"

What do you want with him?

I wonder if Stewart knew I could read his mind. He sounded quite distraught and overly negative.

"I mean, his clothes are all bloody and he's on my bed."

Stewart lowered his tense shoulders. 

"Well," And after turning, he made his way to my bed, "We can fix at least one thing."

I teetered right and left as Stewart stepped in front of me. It was difficult to tell what he was doing but I heard a rip and witnessed a button roll onto the ground.

With concern, I rose from where I sat and curved my way around the men to the opposite side of the bed. I was calmed when I saw that Stewart had not harmed the man, but my eyes quickly fell to his bare chest between his hands.

The blood had stained him well.

"Stop oogling and get a wash cloth or some sort. Do you have a  bathroom in this empire?"

I grinned. Stewart gets jealous so easily. 

"I do not." He spat. "I have no need to, anyways."

My mouth fell open. "Stop reading my mind." I said as I turned away.

As I headed to the bathroom, I could hear Stewart mumble, "Stop reading mine." and I hid a slight chuckle.

We don't carry rags around. Only towels, so I dampened one under the sink and rushed back to where they both stood.