The Same Star. (Ian Somerhalder vampire story)

Chapter Twenty.

The house, actually castle, was modelled and decorated to achieve the Victorian era look. This being my favourite era, I just couldn't hold back my giddiness. This place was beyond perfect, each and every corner you turn there was surely something to mesmerize you.

Roman and I were currently cuddled together in bed together, after Roman dragged me to the room and wouldn't let me explore. He kept saying,

"We'll have time to do that after the ceremony."

Which only made me pout like a small child, and he only laughed at me.

After laying in bed for about two hours, staring up at the golden ceiling, I decided I needed to get up and go to the washroom.

Ten minutes of struggling under Roman's grasp, I was finally free. I giggled quietly as he reached out for me, only to cuddle a large fluffy pillow.

I tiptoed into maleficent sized bathroom and shut the door silently; making sure not to disturb Roman.

Flushing the toilet, I make my way over to the oversized golden sink and begun to wash my hands.

As I was about to dry my hands I heard a small tapping coming from the wall. Brushing it off as my imagination, I dried my hands and was about to head out the washroom until I heard the same tapping, only louder this time.

I walk over to where the sound was emerging from in the wall. I lean in close and press my ear on the wall; waiting for another tap. I jump back in surprise as there was another one. This time I tapped back softly.

Suddenly the part of the wall squeaked open, revealing a secret passage way. Down in the passage way I could hear the tapping again.

I bit my lower lip in contemplation on whether I should proceed, or close the door and go pack to bed. Curiosity won the best of me as I opened the door wider, allowing some light to flood into the dark passage way.

Slowly I crept in, the cool still air causing me to shiver. The moist air making the stone beneath my feet slick, and disgusting feeling. My fingertips skimmed the old, mossy stone bricks as I made my way through the narrow passage way.

"Hello?" I call out into the silent darkness.

Instead of a voice answering me back, I received another tap; this time closer. I continued my way towards the noise, even the my core began to become fearful.

Just as I was about to take another step, something brushed pass me. Causing me to shriek in fear. I turn quickly on my heel, almost slipping on the damp ground. I began to briskly walk back from where I came from, all curiosity gone and replaced by pure fear.

I was abruptly stopped by a pair of strong arms that held a funny smelling cloth in front of my face. I began to scream, but it only came out muffled murmurs.

"Sh, Princess. It's going to be okay." A gruff and husky voice whispered in my ear.

My screams turned into soft whimpers, and my eyes grew heavy as the effect of whatever was on the cloth took effect.

The last thing I remember before passing out was what this mystery man said,

"You belong with me, not that monster." He growled.

Then I was out, falling into a black abyss.

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I awoke with a heavy head and eyes, my throat feeling as though it was on fire.

I groan sitting up, rubbing my temples; not aware of last nights yet. I rub my eyes softly, slowly waking up.

Once my eyes open, I gasp in shock; last night memories flooding back into my mind. I take in my surroundings, the whole room a rustic, woodsy design. Far off from the Victorian room Roman and I were recently in.

My heart suddenly ached at the thought of him. I go to jump up, but am pinned by something. I hesitantly look over, almost peeing myself from what I see pinning me to the bed.

A nicely tanned, muscular guy with messy auburn bed head, had his well toned arm arm wrapped around my waist.

I screeched and tried to push him off the bed, but it was no use. He only wrapped his arm tighter around me, nuzzling his face into my side.

"Mm, keep your voice down beautiful. It's too early." He mumbled content.

"Like hell I will! Get away from me! Take me back to Roman!" I shrilled, pushing at him.

This earned a growl from him. Then suddenly he pounced up, straddling my waist and pinning my hands above my head in a flash.

"You are mine! Never speak his name again!" He spat dangerously close to my face.

I whimpered at the harshness in his voice and the firm grip he had on me,

"The only name I want to hear come from that pretty mouth is mine. It's Hudson by the way." He smirked wickedly,

"And I know you can feel the pull too. The same tingles you get, sorry got, with that dickface." He purred in my ear.

I didn't bother to reply, I just turn my face away from him. But then I felt it, the same tingles I had every time Roman touched me. This time though they weren't from him, they were from someone else.