I sprinted down into the cellar where the peaceful vampires awoke from their slumber.
"What's wrong?" Fredrick demanded.
"Rookery's trying to break into our house!" Tony replied, glancing up at the ceiling, where violent pounding erupted from the once mild silence.
"How did he find us?" Fredrick asked again.
"I don't know! Maybe he has one of those cheap tracker device things," I said as a slam followed by a loud crash came from upstairs.
"There's another exit behind the old bookshelf," Tony pointed out.
We all began to heave and push the creaky piece of furniture away from the dusty exit.
Footsteps echoed in the upstairs hallway, the one right next to the cellar door. "Hurry!" I urged.
Fredrick was about to somberly thank me again, when I pushed him lightly out of the doorway.
Gregory and I were the only ones left. The door slammed open. We both whipped around to see in horror, Rookery with a huge gun-like device with large wooden stakes sticking out of it like porcupine needles.
He chuckled darkly, and sauntered forward to kill us.
Gregory acted so swiftly, I didn't see him. He picked me up in a bridal cradle type thing, and snarled at Rookery.
I clung to his icy neck for my dear life. Rookery laughed again. "You've finally got yourself a girlfriend, eh? A mortal one, at that. Planning on turning her into a bloodsucker?" he asked.
A angry heat flew up my face. Girlfriend? What the hell was that creep talking about? I'm not his girlfriend!
A low growl issued from Gregory's throat. His feet inched forward, ready to seize Rookery's fat neck and wring it.
"Gregory, don't!" I warned in his ear.
He stepped back, and began to sprint down the exit.
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Gregory and I escaped, and Rookery was right on our tails. Gregory ran so fast, I couldn't believe we were still on the ground.
He didn't stop after we had past his family. He had given them a warning, and they were on the move with him. So far, we were the ones ahead.
"Gregory?" I asked in a low tone.
"Yes, Elizabeth?"
"Why...why are you being nice to me?"
Gregory thought for a moment. "I don't know," he confessed, "You seem so normal, and me, the beast, always wanted that. Normality. And the scent of your blood is beautiful," he added.
I felt my cheeks warm up. "Is that good or bad?" I asked.
"Good. And bad. It's good because it strangely keeps me on task, and it helps me control my temper. The bad thing is, the smell of it burns my thirst for human blood, and it's slightly uncomfortable. Sort of like having a strep throat," Gregory replied, still flying through the forest.
"Well, you're welcome."
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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...
