My Vindicators

Chapter 6-Not Alone

I lay down on the bed. I feel a little dizzy but nothing major. The pain is long gone, but I am left with a certain longing. I mean, the only sexual experience I have was not consensual, but I recognize this feeling. It is the same feeling I would get at school when I would see the football team shirtless at practice. But then not the same. That was more like a fascination, and this was just MORE.

It makes me want to run back into his room and beg him to show me what I have been missing. My hand was resting on my stomach. I move it slowly to the waistband of my pants. Suddenly, there is a knock on the door. Killjoy. I sigh and stand up, walking towards the door.

"Are you ok?" Yoongi blurts out before I even have a chance to get a word out.

"I'm fine."

He walks towards me, backing me up into the room. Standing in front of me, he reaches out and runs his hand across the area where Jungkook bit me.

He sighs. "At least he sealed it. I am so sorry this happened."

"It's fine."

"No, it is absolutely not 'fine'." He says, disgusted.

"Yoongi, I am fine. I feel fine. I actually feel...I mean...uh..."

His nostrils flare slightly. Red rims his irises for a split second and then returns to normal. It is so quick that I am not even sure I saw what I saw. A small smirk creeps onto his face, and my face heats. I am sure it is the color of a tomato. He nods his head a little and turns to leave. Right before he closes my door, he looks back.

"Vampires have heightened hearing and sight, but a word of caution, ALL of our senses are heightened. Including smell. So it will be difficult to hide certain...feelings from us."

"I-I don't know what you mean." I stutter out.

"Don't worry, little one. We are all gentlemen, and you aren't 18, yet." He winks at me and closes the door.

I stare at the door, completely in shock. Surely he didn't mean what I think he means. I mean, they are all extremely hot. The fact that they are vampires adds another layer to their appeal. I mean, all girls love a bad boy. I wonder if...another knock stops my train of thought. I open it and am met with the brightest, most heartwarming smile.

"Mind if I come in?"

"Sure." I move and allow him to come in.

"So all settled? Do you need anything?"

"Hobi, right?" He nods. "No, I am good. I don't need anything."

He walks over to the closet and peeks in since I left the door open.

"Do you need help putting the rest of your things away?"

"No, thanks. I am actually done."

He looks at me with raised eyebrows. He walks to the dresser and looks in the drawers. The top drawer has a few pairs of socks and underwear, a few ratty t-shirts and sweatshirts, a pair of sweats, and a pair of jeans. As he continues to look, the rest of the drawers are empty. He turns to me.

"I thought you guys went back to get your things."

"We did."

"Where is everything?"

"That IS everything."

His eyes widen, and then he shakes his head.

"Not acceptable. Tomorrow after school, I will take you shopping."

"No. That is absolutely not necessary. I have enough. Besides, I don't really have the money to buy anything." I say, looking down in shame.

"I wasn't asking, and did I say anything about money? You are welcome to text a friend to ask them to come with you if you would feel more comfortable."