A vampires pet

Dont hit the fucking tree

Keeleys pov

"Slowly press the gas pedal, slow- that isn't slowly keeley" Chauncey warns gripping onto the car door and dashboard for life. I glare, "then you drive!" I shout angered.

Slowly he turns his head to me.

"Don't get all snappy with me" he warns. Glaring, I turn back to the stupid steering wheel. GENTLY putting my foot on the gas pedal the truck lurches forward and I hear Chauncey sigh in relief.

"Ok, park between that tree and the trash bin" he tells me. I gape, noticing I'd have to turn the truck around in his parking lot sized driveway made of pebbles.

Turning the steering wheel sharp, I acedently press my foot harder on the gas pedal, "don't hit the tree don't hit the fucking tree!" He shouts preparing for impact. The truck hits the tree I was supposed to park between.

Biting my lower lip I hesitantly take my seat belt off and slide out of the truck slowly. Chauncey was already out of the truck inspecting the damage.

"On the bright side, I was only a couple feet off" I shrug with a faint smile.

I hope he can see my apology in my eyes because I don't think I'd be able to fully say 'I'm sorry I crashed your truck into a tree but for the record I've never drove before and putting me behind the wheel was a very VERY bad idea on your part'

I'm sure he would've tackled me down and ripped my throat out before I reached the bad idea part of my speech.

"Get in the house" he grits his teeth.

Nodding quickly I dart inside slamming the door shut behind me, very tempted to lock it.

But he'd probly just break it down.

Peering through the little window to the side of the door, I see Chauncey's fists clenched. His body walks stiffly to the house and that's when I notice his eyes are black. My eyes widen and I quickly lock the door and run upstairs, tripping over a stair in the process.

"Fucking stairs!" I scream in frusteration and run down the hall. I wonder if James or Avery are still here. "James Avery!" I call out.

Figures the one time I need them they aren't here...

I run into a random room and hide under the bed, nearly regretting it. Don't all psychotic killers always look in the closet or under the bed first?

Smooth keeley, for all I know he could have a samauri sword and just stab it through the bed, puncturing into my back and stabbing my lung so blood fills it and I die a slow painful death.

Whimpering I tense, almost preparing myself for that to happen. I scoot to the side of the bed a little more, maybe the sword will just miss me.

The door opens and I freeze, holding my breath It feels like my heart went still.

-he won't hurt us- angel says.

He hurt us last time...

-he was drunk- she defends.

Yeah and now he's angry.

She stay silent which makes me worry more.

"I can hear your thoughts, your worries, I can smell your fear radiating off you in waves, I can hear your wolf talking to me darlin, I don't know why your so scared of me" he says huskily.

Well hell that isn't creepy, he can smell my fear? I really hope this isn't a get your freak on situation, cause fear smelling is the opposite of a turn on.

Maybe his wolf is some messed up masochist or whatever it's called.

Hey little mate I can smell your fear *initiates evil laugh and black eyes*

I'm going to give myself nightmares.

I feel a strong grip on my foot and I pulled out from under the bed, pinned on the wooden floor with black eyes 5 inchis from my face. His breath fans my face.
His eyes scare me.
He's strong and I'm weak, very weak.
Just the thought that one of his large hands can trap both of my hands is terrifying.

"I-in really sorry I crashed your truck I d-didn't mean to p-" his hand covers my mouth. Oh god is this some form of a gag for his freak show?

I shake in fear and he calmly speaks. "I'm not going to to hurt you, my dad gave me that truck and it means a lot to me, I'm not upset anymore" he gets off me and I can honestly feel my lungs fill with air again.

"Next time, we will teach you how to ride a bike, practice your steering a bit yeah?"

I glare at him. "I know how to ride a bike" I defend.

He raises his hands up.

His eyes turn back to that beautiful blue-ish color and he smirks leaving the room.

Chauncey's pov

Let's just say, if she wanted to be a race car driver she's got the speed down, as for turning....

It'd be best if we stuck to a bike for practice.

I feed the kittens their dinner and start our dinner.

"James and my father are joking us for dinner tonight" I tell keeley as she picks up a chubby grey and white kitten.

"Ok" she smiles.

"Who's a little chubby baby" she cooes in a funny voice and holds the kitten up. I raise a eyebrow at her as if she's losing her mind.

"He's a chubby baby too" she whispers to the kitten and I growl.

"I'm not chubby" I look down, sure I'm 170 pounds but I'm tall, and strong.

"I'm alpha I'm supposed to be tall and strong, it's muscle not chub" I mumble the end while stirring the spaghetti noodles glaring into the water.

I put a lot of blood and work into my body..

"Did I hurt your feelings alpha?" She purrs running her hand down my back. I tense, either this is a game or she's sick.

I turn around slowly and look at her eyes. Putting my head on her forehead she seems hot but it is pretty hot in the kitchen.