AN: This chapter has been edited.
Daren's POV
Walking down the cement pathway between the two brick buldings, pulled my earbuds from my ears and stopped dead in my tracts. The smell of raspberry's and vanilla wafted through my noses, sending tingles all throughout my body. I slowly started walking forward, causing the scent to become stronger by each step. Walking straight ahead until the bulding cornered off, I turned and my eyes immediately landed on her. She had strawberry blonde hair that went half way down her back and looked golden in the sunlight. She had these electric blue eyes and her clothes clung to her every curve. I felt this strange pull towards her; I didn't want her out of my sight. She looked so familiar, yet I could not place a name to go with her face. Although, no ordinary name would suite her; the most dilicate and fascinating creature I've ever laid eyes on.
As I made my over to her quietly, she told a girl, who I hadn't noticed was with her, goodbye before picking up her things and sighing. She grabbed her ear phones out of her purse and plugged them into her phone before popping them into her ears. "Does she not have a ride?" I though to myself. Deciding it wasn't the safest way for her to get home, I followed her from a safe distance. Having never experienced this attraction to a woman, I was surprised yet scared at the same time; had to be careful with her. From behind I could see her curves perfectly, her hips were very defined which excentuated her thin waits. Her ass was the perfect size and I had this feeling that she was made for me.
After walking for about 15 minutes, she stopped hesitantly and quickly turned around. Speeding to the closest tree, I stood there and hid until I couldn't feel her looking for what might be lurking behind her. Once I heard her light footsteps start walking forward again, I carefully slipped from behind the tree and continued to follow her. She began singing softly and I couldn't help but smile at her smooth, velvity voice. She was beautiful and she could sing. She belted out a high note and I had to keep from aplauding her. She soon came to a stop at a white two story house with blue shutters and a large pourch. There were no cars in the drive way, giving the impression no one was at home for the time being. I watched as she took out her key and unlocked the door before walking inside the house safely. When she walked in, she shut the door behind her and I waited to hear the lock click before I started alking away. As I turned to walk away a saw a shadow in the top window; it was her. I watched as she went over to her bed to lay down. Satisfied that she had gotten home safely, I made my way back to my house.
Living by myself has it's upsides, but it also has its downsides too. My parents kicked me out when I was 16 because I continuously got in trouble at school. I also got caught for vandalism a few times and the last time it happened my parents said it was the last straw, so it was either I live on my own and learn responsibility or go to military school. I loved it at first; a chance to make my own rules instead of following theirs. I thought I didn't need their support, and I found out that I don't, but I also found out that living on your own can be quite lonely. I suppose it is for the best though; no human could servive alone in a house with me.
Taking a short cut through the woods by her house, I arrived home in a short ten minutes. Walking in the house I went straight upstairs to took a shower. As the warm water flowed down my body my thoughts unconsciously drifted to her. Her eyes, her smile, her body....mmm her body.... Looking down I realised I had made myself hard by thinking of her. "Great, now I'm gonna have to take a cold shower," I thought to myself. Turning the hot water knob off and the cold one on all the way, the cold water hit me and I slowly cooled down. After about 10 minutes and finally getting cooled down, I turned off the water and stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around my waist and walking to my room. I pulled out a pair of grey sweat pants that hung low on my hips and put them on along with a black v-neck
Once I put them on, I went down stairs to the kitchen and pulled out a rare steak and a couple potatoes. Cooking for myself is one of my favorite parts of the day, but it is definitley second now becasue my favorite thing from this day forward is looking at her, talking to her, just being around her. I don't have many friends at school....actually, I don't have any friends at school, but that girl..., I wouldn't mind being friends with her at all. Actually, I'm lying......I want to be more than friends with her. I want to hold her in front of everyone so they know she's mine and I want to hold her at night while she falls asleep. I want to give her soft, loving kisses when she is sad or happy and rough, passionate ones when she is turned on. I want to sit her on my lap when we're together so she can be as close to me as possible when we're in public. I want to cuddle with her when we're watching movies together and feeding each other popcorn. I want everything wither her, and I don't even know her.... I feel such a strong possesiveness over her and this strange yet wonderful pull towards her that I've never felt for anyone before.
Once the potatoes were cooked thouroughly, smashed, buttered and salt and pepper, I pourd myslef a glass of fresh deer blood and made my way to the couch and turned the TV on.Cutting a peice of the rare steak and popping it into my mouth, the blood slwoly ran down my throught, not fully fulfilling me, but quinching my thurst nontheless. Criminal mids was playing in the background as I imagined her rasberry and vanilla scented blood running down my throat slowly. Kissing her neck slowly before biting into it and hearing her soft gasp before it turns into beautiul moans of pleasure..
I laid in the bed just stared at the ceiling not able to fall sleep. All I could think about was her. After a few hours of staring at the white ceiling, not being able to rid my mind of her, I suddenly realized something that should have been so obvious to me……she was my mate.
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My Vampire Mate
Ficção AdolescenteKiera Summers has is your normal 16 year old girl. She has great friends, makes good grades and has a decent home life. Nothing could go wrong, right? Wrong. Daren Blake is the bad boy. Loner, doesn't show up for most classes, and lives by himself...
