Love's Not Always Enough

Chapter 7

I brought her back home and layed her in my bed. Her clothes seemed like they were comfortable enough, I just took off her shoes.

She may be unconscious but I'll be damned if her dirty ass shoes touch my clean sheets. I checked over all the important manners to make sure that she wasn't going to die in her sleep and let her be. I got comfortable on the couch but told Abaddon to stay watch. I suppose waking up next to a dog is better than waking up next to a stranger.

*later that morning*

I usually wouldn't be up this damn early but I thought that she would want breakfast, and despite the fact that I don't necessarily need real food I am a pretty good cook and baker.

"~Check yes Juliet
Kill the limbo
I'll keep tossing rocks at your window
There's no turning back for us tonight"

*her pov*

I woke up in a cold bed with a pending headache. My eye sight was pretty much shit but I managed to quickly realize that this wasn't my house nor was it my bed.

Fucking hell Athena what have you gotten yourself into now.

"~Run baby run
Don't even look back
They'll tear us apart if you give them the chance
Don't sell your heart
Don't say we're not meant to be
Run baby run
Forever we'll be
You and me~"

Who the hell is playing this kind of music this early in the damn morning. I quickly jump up and swing my legs over the side of the bed

"My head is fucking killing me" I whisper to myself. I give my eyes to adjust when I can see there is water and some sort of pills on the bed side table.

"Yeah right, I wake up in some strangers house with no recollection of last night, my potential kidnapper is singing their fucking heart out in the kitchen, and you think im going to take some damn pills from them. Bitch please"

I disregard the pills and begin looking for my phone. While searching, I suddenly feel someone's or somethings presence behind me. Before I can actually react thats when I see it.

"What the fuck is that"

*his pov*

"Well sounds like sleeping beauty is up. Great just perfect"

I continue making breakfast, I mean who doesn't want to eat in the morning. Well besides me of course but those are different circumstances.

*her pov*

I made my way out the room without being detected. Now its time to make my way downstairs and out whoever house this is.

I slowly walk down the steps not trying to make any noise. I look for anything to use as a weapon but I didn't see anything sharp so I had to improvise. I pick up a screwdriver and tuck it into my back pocket before grabbing the heavy ass lamp off one of the tables. I hide behind one of the walls by the door and go to open it.

"Good morning"

I jolt my head behind me but I don't see anyone. I pear over to look in the kitchen and see him hovered over the counter whisking eggs. Tall, pale, black hair, black eyes. He doesn't look dangerous but I'm not sticking around to find out and surely he wasn't talking to me.

"Look as flattering as it is, yknow staring at people isn't kind right?"

Shit, how the fuck did he see me.

"Fried or scrambled?"

"What the hell am I doing here?"

"You walked here in the middle of the night asking if I wanted crack"

" Im being serious jackass. HOW THE HELL DID I GET HERE?"

"OKAY Jesus calm the fuck down. I was on a walk last night when you were screaming bloody murder in an alley way. Against my better judgment I came and looked and saw some man trying to carry you away. I intervened and now we're here"

What the hell? Is that really what fucking happened?

All of a sudden, memories from last night started flooding back all at once. Shit, he's telling the truth. I dropped the lamp and walked into the kitchen.

"~Lace up your shoes
Eh oh eh oh
Here's how we do~"

" I hope you like scrambled eggs"

"Thank you for saving me"

"Yes now eat"
I handed her the plate and poured me a glass of blood.

She grabbed the fork but didn't start eating

"If you're worried about it being poisoned dont be. A non-morning person wouldn't force themselves up this early just to make you inedible food. You would already be dead and I would be asleep"

"Yknow you're not really that convincing and I'm not scared"

"Then eat"

Fuck it. I grabbed my fork with a stronger grip and began eatting. The food was surprisingly really good.

*his pov*
I picked up my glass and made my way into the living room

"Wait where's your food?"

"Right here" I say holding up my glass

"You can't just drink juice for breakfast. Your body needs food"

"Well usually the dead don't eat"

"Real funny" she said rolling her eyes

"I'm not laughing"  I walk out the kitchen feeling her eyes on me

*her pov*

Wait what