Eternal

Part 8

 Over your time spent with the Kiszka's, you developed a routine. You'd wake up around sunrise, starting your day by having coffee (that you made sure was filled with caffeine) with Danny before starting on his tasks for the day with him. For vampires who didn't really host any other guests, they liked everything to be meticulously clean. You and Danny stocked the fridge, organized the pantries, made sure dishes were done and put away after Jake decided to go on an experimental recipe kick.

You'd had to send in an email notice to your work from Jake's work computer, an argument you'd had with Josh that nearly blew the roof off the home. You argued that you shouldn't have to quit your job like he was near-demanding, that you could work remotely from the manor until everything was blown over. Josh thought it was better that you take a leave, in case they wanted you to go in-person for a meeting at some point, risking your safety. The two of you went back and forth, much to the entertainment of his brothers, until you finally agreed to lie and say you had to abruptly leave town to take care of a sick relative back home.

Since you didn't have your job to keep you busy any longer, you became Danny's shadow during the daytime, until you took a chore that separated the both of you to get things done faster.

Sam would go out of his way to make his bathroom a mess, you learned, when he would bring people home after a night out, a "hunt", as he liked to call it. Always saying that the blood tasted better when he could hear the echoes of their moans around him as he drank.

"You could get some blood into your damn mouth!" you cussed under your breath at him as he leaned against the doorway, watching you scrub a spot high on the wall. You were precariously perched on your tiptoes on a step stool reaching and grunting with the effort to swipe the bleach and water laden sponge against the spot. "Marble stains!"

"But you and Daniel do such a good job of cleaning, I don't have to worry!" His reply was smarmy and it took every ounce of self-control to not throw the sponge across the room at him. "Mmm, that got to you, I can hear your blood thumping through your veins."

"Yeah? Well hear this, asshole-" you were fed up with his antics today, and turned, forgetting you were on a small ladder and began to fall. A gasp left your mouth as the sponge flew from your hands, and you braced yourself for impact on the cold, hard floor. But it never came. Looking up, Sam was above you, his hair falling around his face as he stared back, slightly amused.

"Falling for me already, pet?" he asked, cradling you closer to his chest. His coffee brown eyes danced as they took your blushing cheeks in. Being so close to him, you felt in awe of truly how beautiful the man was. A long slender face and nose, but rounded cheeks to balance it out. His smile and smirk gave off perfectly white teeth, like his brothers, and he knew how to use his looks to charm, that was for sure. "I knew it would happen eventually, but this is quicker than I anticipated...should I ready the honeymoon suite?"

"In your dreams, Sam." you pushed against him, straightening up and clearing your throat.

"Oh I've had you in my dreams, and what a magnificent creature you are." Sam leaned against the sink as he watched you pick up the sponge and dip it in the bucket with cleaning solution, wringing it out and moving to go back to work. "I should like to find out if the real thing is comparable."

"Too bad," you sniffed. Sam chuckled.

"Your heart skipped a beat when I held you," he said matter-of-factly.

"So? I just fell off a stool, trying to clean your mess." you pointed out. Sam gave you a small shrug.

"I know my affect on people, and you, dear, were positively affected." he moved towards you with a cocky swagger. You bit your tongue as he drew near, knowing if you admitted you were admiring his good looks, you would never hear the end of it. You reached up, wiping the last bit of blood from his bathroom wall and jumped down from the step stool, tossing the dirty sponge into the bucket, causing a small splash. "Admit it, come on,"