I wake up to the slight light radiating into the room and groan as I stir.
I start to remember everything that happened the night before, but I mainly focus on what Gerard said. About how I have something that he needs that is why he needs me here.
"Not because he liked you Y/n. Remember that," I say to myself before sluggishly making my way toward the bathroom.
I take a quick shower, or what feels like one. I brush my teeth and hair and make my way toward the room before looking at the alarm clock to realize that I was in there for at least 2 hours.
I make my way to the closet to find more clothes placed on the racks than what I had brought. I skim my fingers over the assortment of lounge clothes before picking a pair of leggings and an oversized sweatshirt.
I make my way out of the closet and start to ring my hair out into the towel before I hear a knock.
"Come in," I say lazily, half paying attention to the person knocking. I threw the towel into the bed and start to place my socks on before looking over toward the person that is there.
"Gerard would like to see you in his study," Mikey says stepping farther into the room. He was wearing glasses last night but not today. I wonder why?
"At night is the only time I really wear my glasses. After animal blood and a long day sometimes they grow tired," Mikey says before turning around and disappearing.
"Animal," I say as I kick on my shoes forcefully and try to catch him in the hallway.
Once I push the door open I reveal an empty hallway. I let out a sigh, I don't know why I assumed that I would have caught up with him. He is a vampire, and I am just a journalist.
I close the door and make my way through the creaking hallways that are my wing of the house. It is easy to get lost in this house, but since I have already tried my way toward the study I have a vague sense of where to go.
I make my way down the stairs and the bright sunlight into the home feels...normal. Like I am in a normal house. That I am not with people allergic towards the sun, making my brain foggy. As I make my way towards the bottom of the stairs I get the inner drive to test a theory. I theory that shouldn't be tested with people that have inhuman speed. That for some reason, need something from me.
I can't stop my feet with my brain before my hand is at the thick and heavy nob of the oak door. It takes a lot of strength to open it. I make another mental note it probably feels like nothing towards the man that lives at his house. This weight probably feels lighter than feather.
My thoughts become nothing once I open the door and feel the warmth of the sunlight on my skin. I close my eyes and let the warmth of the sun and the chill of the air contract the tingling feeling on my skin. I take in a deep sigh as I step onto the large porch that is on the house.
I don't take too much of a step. If someone were to find me out here I don't want them to bite through my neck and kill me. The anxiety of someone finding me out here, on the steps to freedom finally seeps in. I gasp and drop my hands down towards my sides and lower my head. How stupid would I be to think that they would trust me to be out here? So close to the freedom that from some unknown feeling I will never get again. Not as long as I have something that the king of New York needs.
"There would have been a man ripping you throat out before you stepped a foot out if I thought you would leave before speaking to me," I hear a dark voice say. I whip my head around to see a looming green eye man in a suit standing there with his hands in his pockets.
I feel my chest wither into itself and I start to play with the bracelet that I was given by him. I thought this was supposed to protect me from him? I thought that vampires couldn't control me with this piece of jewelry? What good is it if I can't speak freely in my own mind.
"I'm sorry I lied to you Y/n. I didn't give you all the insides of what that bracelet does. That bracelet," He says stepping father into the light behind me letting it hit his face. I watch closely watching no steam appear on his face, no burning reaction. Impossible.
"Ah...well I see you have many questions right now," Gerard says before stretching a hand farther into the darkness of the room at the entrance of the house and giving me a smirk, "We can talk in my study... or"
My head snaps toward him once again. His smirk becomes prominent on his face, and I am unsure as to why. It looks devious like he knows way more than me. Something makes me uneasy. I take a shallow breath and feel my insides tingle. Don't...don't make those feelings known. I am not a fang, I have never been. And I try to stifle those feelings so hard and swallow a dry throat that is making all wetness leave my throat and leave to the heat in between my legs.
"I will let your inner thoughts stop wandering because..well. I am not that kinda man," Gerard says licking his lips eying me up and down, "no matter how tempting the thought is."
I gruff out a disinterested groan. How dare he! It's some kinda vampire spell that he is playing on me, I should have never put on this bracelet, for all I know it heightens the vampire attraction.
"It doesn't heighten it. I was asking if you wanted to walk in the garden. I already know you are.... filled. With, questions," Gerard says with another smirk that makes it look like he is eating me whole with his gaze. How he is feeding off of me I don't know.
"I am here for a story Gerard. Nothing more," I finally am able to form a cohesive sentence.
I watch him stretch his back full putting more height in between us as he stalks toward me. I am not very tall, and he is either. His ego and the way he makes me quake make me seem so small next to him.
"Let's walk and talk warm one," Gerard says extending his elbow towards me as I involuntarily snake my hand into it.
Like how my hand fits perfectly into it. And I try to ignore the zigging feeling that spreads up my finger through my shoulder and down to my heart like it really does belong there and focus on my feet movements.
"It is a warm and sunny day today. Wouldn't want to miss it," Gerard says smiling down towards me. I meet his gaze with uncertainty and curiosity.
"It is nice," is all I can muster out.
"Ask and you shall receive warm one. I am open book to you. After all...I did seek you out to make a story," Gerard says making my heart skip an uneven beat no matter how much it is racing.
A/N: Hello sorry I am have taken a century to update. I am in a book club at school. I will need you guys to leave a message every week to make sure I put out something between this and the other book. I don't want to leave it hanging. I have SO MANY ideas for it, I just have been MIA.
