I Hate Him, He Craves Me, I Want Him, He Needs Me. Vampires Are SO Clingy!

I Hate Him, He Craves Me, I Want Him, He Needs Me. Vampires Are SO Clingy! 3

My eyes scanned the room. The light was shining in, and my hair was still wet. Which meant that I was only out for a little bit. I felt the towel loose around me, barley covering everything. Then I remembered I wasn’t alone.

My feet slid on the slightly wet hardwood floor and I faced him.

“Get out.” I growled, holding my towel up, my back to my closet door.

“You see, normally that would work, but considering what we are, you receding your invitation doesn’t matter.” Cole stood there, in all his glory, laughing. Looking at me as if I were a child. He stood in front of my door, blocking my exit.

“What does that even mean?” I didn’t really care, he was a psycho, and I was just trying to distract him. Yes he bit me, yes I saw his face change…but that must have been the shock. There was no way he was what I thought he was. He was just a lunatic who liked to pretend.

“What are you thinking?” He asked, genuinely curious.

“None of your fucking business.” I backed into my closet as quickly as possible and slammed the door. Holding it shut from the inside.

“A door…really? You think a door can stop me from getting what’s mine.” My mouth dropped and I became angry.

“I am not anyone’s possession.” I spoke through the door, holding the knob as tight as I could.

“They all think that in the beginning.” His voice almost sounded sad.

“But eventually they come to learn what they are.”

“You mean who?” I said, correcting him.

“No…What. What you are is mine. Get used to it. I’ll cut you some slack Samantha. I like you…and I want this transition to be as easy as possible, considering…. well never mind. All in all I would love for you to come willingly. So I’ll give you one day. One day to say goodbye to your friends, family and whomever else there may be.” He sounded almost jealous at that point, as if he were saying I had a boyfriend…psh yeah right!

“And I’ll retrieve you tomorrow night, at exactly 11:00 p.m.”

“You won’t be retrieving anything you fucking psycho!”

“We’ll see about that. You are mine and always will be. Take what time you have now…and I wouldn’t go to the police because I can find you anywhere and I will kill whomever I have to. Their blood will be on your hands.”

Suddenly I felt he was gone. His presence just disappeared instantly. I slowly opened the door and peeked my head out, waiting for him to rush over and hurt me. I didn’t see him so I darted out of my closet, quickly got dressed and ran into the living room where my mom and stepfather were.

“God Samantha, could you like please save some hot water for me next time?” Chelsea said from her place on the couch. Chelsea, my stepsister, was nothing but a total bitch. She was only twelve but I could tell she would be one of those trophy wife wannabes.

My mother never said anything about it, she let it slide since she was in loooooove. Yeah right, love doesn’t exist. She’s just to afraid to be alone. My mother and I had a relationship, long ago. We went to the movies together, ate dinner every night at the dining room table, and she knew all my secrets. But now, now she was Mrs. Brady Cartwright. We didn’t even have the same last name. Brady, my stepfather, refused to adopt me. He insisted that he wanted me to have a connection to my dead father, but I knew he didn’t want me in the picture at all. When I first met him, age fourteen, he was nice. He bought me ice cream, took Chelsea and I to the carnival…it was great. I thought I had this dad, a real father. But the second he put a ring on her finger, things changed. My mother started to withdraw from me because Brady insisted that it was an unhealthy relationship that we had. How is being close to your daughter unhealthy? I asked my mother and she said I didn’t have many friends and she blames herself for that. What a load of bullshit.