Victor's mysterious Fangs

40. I love you

Aria

When I awoke, As I slowly opened my eyes, I was greeted by the sight of a cold, empty bed. The sheets didn't regain any of Victors warmth and his scent wasn't strong against the pillows anymore. Confused and disoriented, I sat up and looked around the room. It was then that I realized that I was alone. My heart sank as I called out for my partner, Victor, but there was no response. Panic started to set in as I frantically began to overthink.

My heart pounded; I couldn't help but feel a sense of sadness and disappointment.

I couldn't understand why Victor would leave without saying anything. He wouldn't, would he?

But now, as I sat in the empty bed, I couldn't help but wonder. I didn't smell good cooking; I didn't hear any footsteps or noise. Where could he have gone? These thoughts consumed me for what felt like ten minutes and I decided to just leave the bed.

As I traveled down the hallway, I heard the front door open and close. My heart raced as I heard Victor's footsteps approaching. I felt nothing but relief wash over me.

"Where were you?" I asked, watching him with my eyes as he moved toward the kitchen.

"I went to get you some clothes," he said with his back turned. He retrieved a beer from his fridge and snapped the top open like a pro. "Figured you wouldn't want to lounge in my t-shirt all day." He finally turned to face me after tossing the cap in the garbage bin.

As if he read my mind, "Did I scare you? I'm sorry," he said softly. "I didn't mean to leave without saying anything."

"How'd you know?"
"It's written all over your face princess," he swallowed a swig.
"How did I end up in your clothes anyway?" I stalked to the kitchen and swiveled in the chair as I took a seat.

"You had an accident. I cleaned you up," he replied and finished the beer, rapidly grabbing another.

Weird. "What kind of accident?"

"You puked," he said.
"Too much punch," I giggled.
"Not funny. I just wanted it to be over. Didn't I tell you last time the punch is spiked?" Victor scolded.

"But I made it this time," I rose a brow.
"Yeah? Did you ever take your eyes off it for a long period of time?" He challenged.

"God," I gasped, "Robin and Arden! I'll kill them."

"Wala! I'm always right," I watched his Adam's apple bob up and down as he drank. "Princess."

"Hm?" I snapped from my daze.
"Hungry?"
"Yes," I smiled.

As I sat there, watching Victor move around the kitchen, I couldn't help but feel grateful for his presence. He had always been there for me, through thick and thin. He was my confidant and my protector.

I can't even remember the first time I met him; I felt like I've always known him. We have so many crazy memories, from the little cute things to the scary, violent, sadistic shit. At some point, I fell in love and I didn't know it. And I'm too scared to admit. Or accept it. But deep down, I knew he was right. I wouldn't be able to live without him. Just waking up to an empty bed was enough to make me panic. So I'd better not imagine a life without him.

I snapped out of my thoughts as Victor placed a plate of food in front of me. "Thanks," I said, smiling at him.

He sat down across from me and he watched me eat in comfortable silence. I couldn't help but steal a few glances at him as he drank. He was handsome, with his dark hair and piercing mahogany eyes. And god, those muscles. The heat in the pit of my stomach was like a raging fire.