Black Widow: A Vampire's Bodyguard

2) Censored kills

Sorry if it's short and took so long, I was taking my time and trying to make sure road I wanted to take with this story. I've been writing on here for 3 years and this was the first that actually this great of feedback on just the first chapter 0.0

I was really shocked when I found out about this got so much attractions. But anyways, hope you enjoy!

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                The place was quiet, slipping in and gently shutting the door. The light suddenly flicked on, revealing a really pissed off Dr. Nolind. Crossing his arms and tapping his black house slipper, I groaned and leaned against the door.

“Well, I see someone finally came home.” He threw his hand toward the penthouse’s wall of glass. “Do you have any idea what time it is?” He continued to scold me as I slipped my jacket off and hung it on the hook.

Dr. Nolind found me on one of his adventures and took me home with him, ever since then, he considers me his daughter….which blows big time. He was short darker tone man with harry potter glasses, always shuffling around in his house slipper. Countless times I reminded him to get real shoes on before he left nearly every day, it felt like sometimes I was the nagging mother in the house. He was a scientist who worked with abnormal or new things, glad he didn’t take me to work. I rather stay in his boring apartment then get stick with needles and sliced open with scalpels all day, besides, I don’t if I would even let any of them do that. I hated when Dr. Nolind touched my shoulder or arm.

 I growled under my breath as he followed me to the kitchen and went into the freezer. 

“You’re hungry at this time of night? What you do, dance till you’re starving yourself?!”

“Yes, of course.” I groaned, pulling a tub of Oreo ice cream out.

He shook his head, “This is abnormal for well—.” He stopped when we stared at each other.

“What? Not a human?”  I snorted, slamming the ice cream tub down and brushed shoulders as I went over and grabbed a spoon. Slamming the drawer too and slipping into the high bar stool.

He sighed, coasting closer. “Valerie, I didn’t mean it like that.”

“No, no one does.” I snapped at him.

Out of all the people that pissed me off, Dr. Nolinds never reached the moment I wanted to kill him. Which shocked me nearly every day, a lot of people told he got on their nerves and didn’t see how I could deal with him. But really deep down, something stopped me from doing any harm to him. The more I studied him, the more I mellowed to his presence. The way he walked I could tell he had a fractured hip in his adolescent years, and the slight bump in his wrist he got that fractured too. By the deep crease in his forehead, he surely intended his apologetic look. I groaned and tried to ignore his presence but it seemed to press on more, basically screaming at me when he slipped into a barstool off to my right side. My shoulders drooped when my eyes met his.