The Tenant (Vampire Romance) (will not be continued.)

The Tenant (Vampire Romance) - (Chapter 3)

3 hours later...

Job done. I smiled proudly to myself, looking around my spick-and-span room. I had vacuumed the carpet, picked up my things off the floor, beat the rugs, made my bed, tidied my racks of albums, and of course cleared the rubbish. It was a good thing my bathroom was already neat and clean, otherwise I'd hafta clean it up too... *Shudder*

Tired, I sunk onto bed and immediately fell to a deep sleep.

*The next day*

I rolled over in bed, enjoying the little gleams of sunlight shining on my bed... suddenly it hit me I had to be down by 9am. My eyes shot open and I sat up straight immediately. I looked at the alarm clock on my bedside table.

10.51AM

"Fuck," I groaned, rubbing my eyes.

"It'd be nicer if you would introduce yourself, if you have any manners," a small voice said.

I looked up, and saw a guy sitting in my favourite armchair, with a smirk on his face and a suitcase by his side.

"Oh," was all I could say.

He chuckled, waiting for my next move. I flung away the bed sheets, exposing my bare legs. I noticed him staring at me intently, and I realised I was wearing my favourite pair of navy blue hot shorts and a tank top. I blushed deeply, wishing he'd look away. And he did. I heaved a sigh of relief in my mind, before getting up and walking awkwardly to him. Hey, it wasn't my fault, I had just woken up to find a random stranger in my favourite armchair. He got up too, approaching me.

We were just about to shake hands when my foot got caught in the carpeting, making me stumble forward straight into him. The next thing I knew, I was lying on top of him on the floor. Talk about awkward. His hands were at my waists and I realised mine were grabbing his tousled hair. Oops!

I took advantage of those few moments to really look at him. I met his eyes,and I felt like they were entrancing me, pulling me, with those never-ending cloudy grey eyes. Somehow I shivered at his touch, even though it was a sunny morning. His face seemed so flawless, so perfect, and as I looked down at his lips, my body answered. It was so perfectly shaped, blood red, so kissable... His hair felt so smooth and soft in my hands, with his fringe falling over his eyes. Something seemed so enchanting about him, and I longed to feel his touch even more...