The Vampire's Little Mate

two

I didn't go home after meeting. Partly(like two thirds) because Rudy wouldn't let me, and the other reason was because I didn't want to.

I was thankful that when we arrived at Rudy's mansion, he didn't expect me to willingly sleep with him. Now that doesn't mean he didn't want me in his bedroom.

I didn't mind sharing his bed. It felt good to be wanted. I liked that he didn't make a move to touch me, but at the same time I wanted him too.

The following morning came slowly.

I'd woken up alone, and I felt slightly sad and angered. I sat up and threw back the blankets. I quickly padded towards the bathroom and felt awed.

His bathroom was huge. He had a a shower with marble seats and the biggest bathtub I'd ever seen to the other side! His bathroom was all white and he had beige rugs systematicly placed.

I went over to the bath and turned the knob. Warm water slowly filled the tub and I stripped out of my borrowed wife beater and boxers. Yes, I'd slept in Rudy's undershirt and clean pair of boxers.

I slipped into the tub and felt my muscles slowly relax. I closed my eyes and sunk into the water until my head was just above head...

"Are you kidding me?" I yelled at my cousin. He simply laughed at me and I let a string of cuss words fly out of my mouth.

He watched with amusement, until I'd finished. "Let's face it, you're ugly, Dinah."

I glared at him, and got up from the couch. I ignored his laughter. I went to the kitchen; I put my ice cream back in the freezer.

As I was leaving, George came in. I started to walk around him, still angry he'd called me ugly, but then he pushed me back. I shook it off, and tried again. Push.

"Get off of me!" I yelled and pushed him back with all my might. I almost regretted it.

"Who the hell do you think you are?" he yelled, and shoved my harder into the fridge. My shoulder hit the corner and I yelped in shock and mild pain.

"I hate you! I hope you die!" I screamed and rushed past him.

"Shut up! Go to your room, bitch!" George glared at me.

"Or what?" I screamed back. I didn't wait for an answer, and turned away to take a shower. I didn't hear him when he shoved me to the ground. My knees hit the ground hard and my left cheek hit the coffee table hard. Tears welled up in my eyes.

He didn't ask if I was okay or apologized. George simply walked away and began to make himself a sandwich.

I got up, cupping my cheek, and fled to the bathroom.

I opened my eyes when I heard the door open. I quickly covered myself as best as I could and peeked behind me.

Rudy stood in the doorway. Leaning against the frame, he crossed his arms. He watched me with curious eyes and gave me a smirk. Rudy didn't try to hide his invasive staredown of my body.

Suddenly I felt inadequate. Was I not pretty enough for him? Was George right, that I'm ugly? I hated that George's words made me feel bad.

"I brought you some clothes. Their laid out on the bed..."

I nodded. "Thank you."

To my surprise, my voice wasn't shakey. It was strong and hard, and I felt bad about my aggressive tone. But I didn't apologize, I simply turned away from him.

"Come downstairs when you've finished. I'd like you to meet a few people," Rudy said, and I heard his footsteps on the floor. They were getting closer and the need to cover myself up doubled. Suddenly he was right beside my head, behind me. He gave me a kiss on my cheek and whispered, "You don't have to cover yourself in front of me, love."

I felt a shiver go up my spine, and was about to say something but he'd already walked out the door.

I squeezed my eyes shut for a few seconds. I washed myself and quickly got dressed.

Rudy had laid out a beige knit sweater dress that ended just above my knees. I slipped on the black tights and pulled on the red socks he'd left. I then grabbed the tan suede, three inch wedges and tied them. I went back into the bathroom and pulled my hair into the highest ponytail I could manage(my hair is just barely below my shoulders).

I walked out of the bedroom, and wandered. I'd somehow found the stairs and made my way down. Rudy was waiting there, and when he saw me he smiled.

I could feel my cheeks heating up and that's when I realized I hadn't put on makeup. I felt myself go slightly numb knowing it was too late to backtrack.

"You look stunning, Dinah," Rudy said. He grabbed my hand and lifted it to his lips. He gave my knuckles a kiss, and I looped my arm around his.

"Who am I meeting?" I asked as he lead me down a hallway.

"My parents."

I stopped, slightly pulling him back with suddeness. "What?" I hissed. "Why didn't you tell me that upstairs!"

"I thought it'd worry you, love."

"Really?" I hissed sarcastically. "You should have told me! You've given me no time to prep myself!"

I let go of his arm and began to pace.

"Have you lost your mind? What if they don't like me! Or think I'm all wrong for you, or-"

Rudy pushed me against the closest wall and smashed his lips against mine. I resisted at first, but fell helplessly into his spell. His lips were so soft. When his tongue swept over my lips, I instantly opened my mouth.

Fifteen minutes or so later, he pulled back. Rudy's eyes had gone from a dark brown to an almost golden brown, and God was he staring me down.

"I don't care what they think, you are my mate, Dinah. I'll never let you go and no one is going to take you from me," he whispered.

I simply nodded, shocked at what had happened. I didn't realize he'd been supporting my weight until I unwound my legs from his hips.

Rudy gave me a smirk, and asked, "Ready?"

"Yes."