Dealing With A Vampire

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Just an FYI - I went through and fixed a lot of grammar mistakes that I noticed! And there were quite a bit, so I apologize for that! Hopefully the first few chapters read a little bit better now that I'm not constantly misspelling and making silly mistakes with commas. Thanks guys! 🫶

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My eyes flutter open finally, a forest green ceiling with a white bell-shaped light hanging directly above me. I feel sluggish still, using all my strength to push myself up onto my elbows. Two pairs of eyes connect with mine; one pair is a soft azure, the other mahogany flecked with gold.

The exhaustion I felt moments ago is gone, and fight or flight fills my limbs, although my body can't decide which is the better option.

Both men are currently blocking the exit, and there is no way that I can fight through two vampires, especially since I've recently found out that one of them has a horrible temper. Scrambling backward in the bed, I sit myself up against the deep wood headboard and dark wall. My hands grip the headboard as if to steady myself. My breaths are fast and heavy, lungs gulping for air, preparing me for the battle over my life that is likely to come. I nearly died once, and with me now holding their secret, I can't comprehend why they would let me live.

Dillon puts a hand out toward me as if he's trying to calm a wild animal. "Relax Mila, we're not going to hurt you." He whispers, crouching slightly. It's a little late for that. His body moves one step toward me, and I snap.

"Get back now!" I shriek, "Do not come closer! Stay away from me!" My heart hammers in my chest and my brain is fuzzy with fear. I'm still so goddamn tired and can hardly move. It's taking every ounce of my will to hold myself upright.

My ex-boyfriend looks shocked as I tell him to get away, hurt flashing deep in his eyes. Does he not remember what he's done to me?

This frantic movement makes the left side of my neck ache. I lift a hand and feel around it, palpating two small marks about two inches apart. They're scabbed over, no longer bleeding. Inspecting my white low-cut top next, I see my chest is crusted with my blood, the shirt material still damp and stained deep red. My nose picks up the metallic scent now, making it wrinkle. The nurse in me wonders how much blood I lost, as that's the likely culprit to why I feel so tired. I keep my left hand covering the scabs on my neck as if to conceal the reality of the situation to myself.

Vampires. The monsters of stories are real. Well slap my ass and call me Bella Swan.

Moaning in discomfort, I shifted myself on top of the bed I'd been set on. The near-black green comforter is ruffled around my legs, almost trapping me. I know I'm still in The Garage, we hadn't walked for very long as Dillon carried my limp body. It appears I'm in a bedroom, decorated with deep greens and soft blacks, plants filling the window sill.

"I have a lot to explain," Dillon states simply as if I'd caught him eating all of my snacks. If only it were that simple.

I swallow and clear my throat, "I frankly do not want to listen. Please let me go home." My eyes track to the bartender standing at his side, Sam. "Please," I urge him. "Just give me my phone. I didn't mean to do anything to provoke either of you. I just want to go home and continue my life. You can wipe my memories, or whatever—"

Sam barks a laugh, cutting me off. "Wipe your memories?" He glances at Dillon, "You didn't give her any hints over the past few months, did you kid? Or is she not that sharp?"

Dillon shakes his head sadly as if you can drop hints that you're a vampire to your girlfriend. "Mila I can't give you your phone right now. I invited you here because I wanted to tell you everything, and because you're not safe out there. I tried my best to act normally—"