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Chapter 13

Chapter 13

June's POV

I woke up the next morning feeling very confused... and frightened. All of my nightmares last night had consisted of rotting zombies, beautiful vampires, and little ole me. I was always screaming or hiding.

I rubbed my eyes tiredly, and the image of the dead young man flashed behind my eyelids. I yelped and buried my face in my pillow, trembling fearfully.

Maybe I should just obey Louis' orders next time. Never come out of my room, nor look at stuff that I wasn't supposed to. He'd been right there all of those times.

I frowned, and slowly lifted my head from my pillow. Speaking of Louis... what was with all of those compliments last night? He called me so many things that I wasn't. He called me beautiful. Now that was uncalled for. Was it possible that he could have....

No! I shook my head rapidly to clear my ridiculous thoughts. There's no way that he, a vampire, could like me! I was just... me. Timid little June, who won't follow a single order.

But what if it was possible? Why else would he call me those things? Could he have chosen me... as his mate?

I swallowed nervously, and gagged at the bitter taste. I rushed to the bathroom to rinse out my mouth and wash my face.

I looked at myself in the mirror and winced. I was ugly: my hair was stringy and greasy and uneven, my face tired and splotchy. I looked disgusting. I could've been twins with one of those drained bodies. I shuddered.

But was it possible that Louis chose me? But why? I resented him, and he was supposed to resent me....

I glared at my reflection. Well, no matter what, I was not going to be his mate. I didn't want to be, and I couldn't be if I wouldn't be willingly. Louis would just have to stay alone forever. He damaged me too much for me to ever love him.

I wrinkled my nose. Blech, love. Could he really love me? He would have to, if he wanted me as his own. It didn't matter. I most definitely did not love him.

I seriously didn't.

Then why did I have this weird feeling in my stomach?

Despite it all, Louis did lots for me. He fed me and gave me decent clothes. And when was the last time he drained someone? I couldn't remember. He could have drained me.

But he didn't.

That had to mean something.

I groaned and tugged at my hair in frustration. I realized I could still shower and change, so that's what I did. When I was finished, I brushed my teeth. Now I finally looked decent.

I glanced out my dirty window, then at the door. It was probably one of the few times I didn't really feel like escaping.

I cursed mentally and stamped my foot. I had too much of a big heart. I was not someone who would abandon another. That's happened way too much to me, and I hated seeing it happening to another person.

But Louis' so awful, wouldn't it be fair? I groaned again and shook my head. Only this once.

I stepped out of my room, looking back and forth nervously. Louis was nowhere to be seen. Maybe he was out hunting. Doubtful.

As I made my way down the hall, towards the steps, I realized the "DO NOT ENTER" door was open. And the room didn't stink as much. My heart trembled just looking at it, but I decided to face my fear and eased the door open a little wider. I gaped slightly.

The whole room was clean. All of the bodies were gone. And not just that, but it looked like a maid had been in there: sweeping and dusting and wiping everything away. Of course, it wasn't perfect, but it certainly felt as close to perfect as you could get. Louis must have done this, who else? I blinked in surprise. Did he do it for me?!