His Possession

Chapter 4

I walked until I saw a dining table, my eyes glancing at evey piece of handcrafted furniture there was.

'So you finally decided to come for breakfast' A husky voice spat.

I spun around, locking him in a deadly stare.

'Well its not like I have an alarm clock or anything, I don't have the privilege of that, or even a watch, how do you expect me to know what time it is.' I spat back.

His lips pressed into a straight line and his hands fisted to the side of him.

'Well you missed breakfast so go back to your room.'

I stood staring at him.

'Didn't you just hear me,human? Get back in your room'

I kept standing and staring at him. I couldn't help it, he seemed even more attractive when he's angry.

I stepped forward..

He growled.

'Before I put you back there'

I wanted to move, god knows I did but I couldnt. I was at war with my body and my mind.

'I'm hungry' I muttered more to myself.

I let my eyes fall to the floor, unsure if I'd be able to handle looking at him.

'I'll have food sent to your room. '

I was about to walk back but stopped. There was something in his voice I couldn't quite recognize. Was it...sympathy?

I looked up, ready to have a full on argument. Only to see that yet again, he'd walked away without me noticing.

I scowled as I turned around, walking back to the room.

Soon or later my mother is going to make a police report of my disappearance. And I'll get out of here. I just have to have patience.

I slammed the door, walking inside.

House full of freaking- 'Opph'

'Ugh, shit!' I winced in pain as the edge of the chair collided with my knee, drawing blood as I fell to the floor.

I was about to touch it when...

I was being lifted off the floor in a cradle position.

'What the - '

He's gorgeous. Pink full lips brightened his pale skin, smile of an angel, flawless jawline and to top it off deep brown eyes.

He smirked. 'Checking me out already cutey?'

I blushed,looking down at my knee.

He rested me gently on the bed and came back holding a first aid kit in his hands.

'What's your name cutey?'

'Rosalie.'

'Pretty name for a pretty girl' He smiled, making my cheeks turn a tomato red as I looked at his fast movements in dressing my cut.

'Yours?

'Vincent' he smiled flashing his perfectly aligned white teeth.

I flinched in pain when he applied the purple alcohol harshly.

'Sorry, I forgot I'm dealing with a human. I haven't been around humans much, just vampires' He smiled sheepishly, his eyes looking at me apologetically.

'Its fine' I glared at him.

'How did you find me?' I asked curiously.

''vampire remember, I can smell blood'