Hidden Paths: Vampire Revenge

Chapter Four

She felt the sunlight burning her skin but she chose to ignore it. She heard footsteps above and groaned pulling the pillow over her face. The couch under her body was quite uncomfortable but she had slept on much worse.

The noise above was deafening. She didn't know how Antonio could stand it. She wasn't used to living with so many people. So many humans. 

The thumping of footsteps grew louder and louder. She forced herself to push the noise back but it was so hard to do in the daylight when she was weak. She hit the pillow trying to get more comfortable. She laid back and sighed getting comfortable.

A light turned on. She put her arm over her eyes with a groan.

"Oh, hey, sorry, Isabella."

Isabella opened an eye and peered at George standing at the bottom of the steps with a basket of laundry. He was too cute to be mad at.

"It's okay," She said, pulling the blanket over her head and rolling over to face the inside of the couch.

George stepped towards the washer and put the basket on top of it. "I'll do this later. You must be jet-lagged."

"Thank you. Could you do something about that?" Isabella asked, her arm coming out of the blanket and pointing to the window. The blinds were not fully closed and sunlight was pouring into the room.

"Sure thing," George said, closing them.

Isabella peeked out from behind the blanket. "What is the time?"

"A little after eleven. Why are you sleeping there? Didn't Tony set your room up?"

"I'm...I don't know the English word," she gestured with her hands, " I don't like...closed in? I need ways out," Isabella explained, sitting up pointing to the window and stairs.

"Claustrophobic. You should have said something. We could have arranged something else than a basement room. Tony likes it because hardly any sunlight can get in."

"I don't want to make any trouble," Isabella said, looking away.

"You're no trouble, really!"

"I like it here fine," Isabella replied, stretching across the couch.

George saw she wore a black long sleeve silky pajama top. Her blanket and pillow case were black as well. Tony mustn't own anything that is not black. He thought.

"Are you hungry? I can make you some breakfast," George said, eyeing a piece of a long smooth tanned leg that peeked out of the side of the blanket.

"No, thank you. I sleep a little more, okay?" Isabella answered, lying back down with a flop.

"Sure. I'll see you later. Goodnight," George said, heading back up the stairs.

"Good day, George," Isabella answered with a yawn and went back to sleep.

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George grinned and closed the basement door behind him. Damn, she was beautiful in the morning. Her hair was all messed up and her eyes full of sleep.

He could tell that she was trying to be polite when she really wanted to bite his head off for waking her up. He respected that she was polite about that, being a guest. However, if she stayed much longer he knew she'd turn into someone like Raven who would throw things at you if you woke her up.

He wondered into the kitchen and sat down with the morning comics. Saturday comics weren't as good as the Sunday's. He loved the color Sunday comics. He anxiously anticipated their arrival every week. Sometimes, the paper would throw in some color ones during the week but the comics were smaller than what they did on Sunday.