Dark dwellers

The Shower

Katherine's POV:
"Good morning, Miss.Morgan. The whole palace is up and about, can't believe you are still in bed." Leto chuckled while shuffling about in my room, picking the clothes for laundry, dusting away at my showcase, this was her daily chores. Cleaning rooms.

"Morning let. What time is it? And why would the whole palace be 'up and about' your princes are too lazy to be up without a doze of blood."

"Well...umm...its the day of the year. Today they are holding the blood bond ceremony." She half whispered, half squealed excitedly.

"Ohh...great, that sounds great." I jumped out of my bed like a five year old, going for a school picnic.

"Yeah. It surely is great." She giggled and collected some more clothes from my closet, which she thought, needed washing.

"By the way, I don't really know what that ceremony of yours is like? Is it anything of my interest?" I asked her, while moving towards the washroom.

"Well...not really. On this day the vampires exchange their blood with their mate. This blood bond enhances their love, and passion for each other. Others without a mate right now, just watch and enjoy the ceremony. Those who have found their mates, but haven't mated yet experience...pain."

The last part I noticed, she said with a tinge of bitterness. I decided I shouldn't ask more about it.

"Ohh...well, it does look like something big. So, what am I wearing tonight?" I questioned.

"Well, everyone wears formals, like, gowns and tux suits. Your dress..will be a gown too, am not sure though, if you will be allowed to attend the ceremony or not."

I closed the door. I pulled my clothes off of me, walking into the bath, I turned the shower on, letting the hot water clean every inch of my slightly tanned skin.

My mind began to skim over a certain scene of a movie, I had watched some day.

A man and his woman in a shower. Their hands running greedily over each others body, as if searching for something. Their mouths closed together, feeding on each other. Then he lifted her up, and she wrapped her legs around his torso. She screamed in pleasure as he fulfilled her desire.

My mind snapped to the present reality as I heard a certain sound in my room. Or maybe the sound came from within the washroom itself. I thanked myself mentally for closing the door while entering the bath.

Being the clumsy one, that I am, I grabbed the towel instead of my clothes, while my dear clothes not to mention my lacy undergarments fell to the watery floor.

Even though I disliked the idea, I still wrapped the towel around my wet, naked body and came out of the bath.

My insides churned as I heard the very familiar voice of none other than Scott Rostov. I could imagine the annoyingly attractive smirk plastered across his oh-so-kissable mouth.

"There, there...I never expected that I would have a chance to see you dressed like that girly." I turned around, leaning at the door, he let his penetrating gaze hover over the top of the towel, covering my chest.

Every passing moment, his stare was making me more and more conscious of the fact that I was naked underneath. Nevertheless his stare was making me 'feel' naked down right.

"What are you doing here? What do you want?" This was the shit that my trembling mouth managed to choke out.

"Well..I thought, I could use a shower. A hot one maybe." His smirk grew wider as I realised what he was trying to emphasize.

"I guess you missed your room. Its the next one, and I suppose, you got a washroom there too." I motioned towards my right, motioning for him to leave.

"Well..I have better matters to discuss. See, its this blood bond ceremony today, to be more precise, its a piece of shit, takes place once every year. My mother wants you to join us for it tonight. Important part is, once the vampires are getting drunk, you're supposed to leave the hall, and go to your room, cause if you stay downstairs, the drunk vampires might just want to suck the ever flowing, heavenly, sweet, delicious, liquid out of you. Am I clear?" He stared at me for a moment, probably waiting for my answer, when I didn't give him one, then he started to move towards me.

"Ye...yes! You are clear. Now would you just care to leave my room because am not really in a state of fighting with you." I took a tentative step backwards, as my half bare, half covered back touched the cold wall behind me.

"B...back off Scott...will you?" My command trailed off into a question as he closed the small distance between us, forcing me to try and merge into the wall behind me, though I failed in doing so, miserably.

His cold breathe fanned my face for a moment, before bending into the crook of my neck.

"You smell so sweet Kate...maybe like strawberries...or maybe sweeter than that." He whispered as his hands came up to brush off my wet hairs from my shoulder.

"Maybe its the shampoo and conditioner lailah left, for me to use.."

"Mmhmm? I think its your own smell. Makes me want to bite you." As if trying to emphasize his words, he let his fangs graze my wet skin.

A trail of blood appeared where my skin had opened due to the clean work of his sharp fangs.

His tounge darted out of his mouth. Licking my blood and my skin, he moaned, the way people do if they taste something delicious.

"Scott..please..no." I didn't want to suffer the pain of being bitten again.

"You're beautiful Kate..." He whispered as his lips trailed over the most sensitive spots on my neck.

"Am I ?" I questioned him, as my head rolled backwards, allowing him more access to my neck.

"Yes you are...girly. I like you, more than I should."

"Then why do you have to hurt me? As if I mean nothing to you?" My desire for him suddenly was  fueled by anger and not some kind of attraction.

"Hmm...am so messed up Kate. I really am." He pulled off of me. Stared directly into my eye. After a few moments he left.

I stood there for a while. Trying to bring myself back to reality. Then I decided to forget this incident, and I walked away.