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Get Out Human

( Precious's P/O)

This vampire had a good physique. I didn't expect him to have it. And now that I'm really looking at him. He's fine as fuck bro. My thoughts shortly get interrupted when he opens the door.  A very pretty woman enters. She leans on the the door and turns her head towards me.

" Oh Dios mío, you're never with the same puta" she says. Are they Hispanic? I'm pretty sure that Spanish. And did she just call me a bitch? Who is she?! She's lucky I'm out of energy or I would've said something. Im just going to pretend like I don't understand. Well I kind of can't understand.

They started speaking in Spanish again their whole conversation. The woman then turns to me and smiles. " You're the prettiest I've seen amongst them. What's your name?" She asks still smiling.
" Precious". She nods and then says " How old are you?". Right when I was about to same my real age the male vampire quickly corrected me by giving me death glare.

" 231" I say. I could feel the sweat going down my face. I don't know if my eye contacts are believable and I don't know if what I told her my age was believable. " You're young" She says in surprise. Young? 231 is young?!

She points to the other vampire. " Mateo here is 312. I'm 422"  she says. Jesus fucking Christ. How are you people still living?! Oh right. They're not people. And his name is Mateo?!

" Alright I'll be heading out, I was checking up on you" she says to Mateo. She turns towards me and salutes me with 2 fingers. " Hope to see you later Mi amiga" she says leaving. Mateo closes the door and immediately turns towards me.

He starts to walk up on me but I don't move. This man is tall. He was about 6'4 while I was only 5'5 in a half. I reach for my bag with knife in it and he grabs my wrist. " Your knife is not in there, chica. I had to wash blood off of it because it stank". I blink multiple times. What am I going to do? I'm not armed and he was a high level fucking vampire!

" Yea, what are you going to do?" He says getting closer to my face. He read my mind again. I was about to roll my eyes but I remember that he yanked my hair for that. " Good choice" he says going over and laying on his bed.

He looks me up and down and says " Take my shirt off". What is he saying. My cloths are still ripped . Does he think that they magically regenerate or something? Or is he a pervert. " But my cloths are still ripped". He looks at me like I just said the stupidest shit in the world.

" So? And I'm not a pervert. Take it off! Don't you have cloths in your bag?" He yells. Oh he's right. But jeez he has such a temper .

I change into my cloths and give him his shirt back.
" Why're you still here?" He says not even looking at me. I turn to my left and then my right and see no one beside me. Who is he talking to? He can't be talking to me. I laugh and he looks at me dumbfounded.

" I don't understand, who're you talking to?" I say wiping a fake tear from my eye. He walks up to me once again with a menacing look. " You" he says pointing his finger in my face. I raise an eyebrow and slap his hand. " Don't put your finger in my face. That's rude and its triggers." I say looking up to him. " Do you really expect me to go out there after I almost just died with no money or shelter?!" I yell.

Immediately after I finish my sentence he grabs my throat and pins me against the wall. " You seem to be mistaken, Precious." He says in my ear. His accent kicked in when he said my name. It was somehow so attractive.

" I helped you because you offered your blood. I don't plan on helping you out anymore. You already got me in enough shit as it is, so I don't know why you think you can treat as if I'm a human " he squeezes harder as he says that.