I awoke the next morning around 6:30 AM, to find traces of wetness on my cheeks. I touched my face lightly, and realized I was crying. I tried to think back about what I was dreaming about. Something with a tall someone with spikey hair, falling and falling. Then I realized it was Gregory. Then the rest of the vampire clan came, falling through the air.
My eyes adjusted to the dark, and I could faintly make out a figure. My heart leapt, and I almost began to hyperventilate. What if it was that creepy stalker guy?! What if he broke in?!
"Get away from me, Rookery!" I whisper-shouted, groping around for something sharp or pointy.
To my surprise, there was laughing. Not cruel laughing, but a kind giggle. My confusion became clear. Then I realized it was Gregory.
I jumped out of bed, fuming. "Gregory!" I groaned, shoving him back a little. "You nearly gave me a heart attack! What are you trying to do? Kill me?" I said, falling back on my bed and stared at the ceiling.
He smiled, and I could see his fangs sticking out. I shivered a bit. "No, I am not trying to kill you, Elizabeth. I only came up here to see you sleep," he replied, then got shy.
I was curious. "Why did you want to watch me snore?" I asked.
Gregory laughed again. "I wanted to know. I had forgotten, remember? I don't remember hardly anything of my mortal life," he reminded me.
I sat up and stared at him. "So you just decided to watch me sleep? I assure you, I'm pretty boring when I sleep."
He smiled again. "Yes. But you're not dull when you sleep, Elizabeth. You're pretty interesting," he said. Then his face fell. "Why were you crying?" His expression looked kind of pained, to me at least.
I averted my eyes. "I-I...dreamed you and your family were falling," I murmured in a soft whisper.
To my astonishment, Gregory loped over and put his cold arms around me, making me shudder since I was only wearing a tank and flannel pants.
I laid my head on his shoulder. It was a friendly embrace, and I thought nothing of it. "We're not going to die, Elizabeth," he whispered gently, "You and your brother saved us."
I let a few more intentional tears droop out. "But why do I have the feeling that you're going away?" I asked.
He stared at me with sincere red eyes. "We're not going anywhere. I promise," he replied solenmly.
I closed my eyes, and began to cry.
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Gregory's Angel
RomanceI wrote this when I was 15 years old so if you think that the main character is really mean to her brother, Tony, it's because in reality I was a bitch to my real brother now that I'm rereading through my stories at 24 years old, I realize how horri...
