The Vampire's Lover

Chapter 1

Elliot's POV

I awake to light flowing through a curtain. Pools of yellow and gold light flood the room as I cautiously open one eye at a time. Quickly jumping off of the bed, I survey the room before a still figure in the corner of the room catches my eye from my peripheral vision. I see the boy from last night sitting in a chair across the room, looking at me with something between awe and amusement. His eyes follow my movements closely in what I can only assume is him trying to determine if I'll run or not. I remembered his beautiful face from what I could've sworn was a fever dream from last night. The hulking wolf floods into my mind and I unintentionally shudder at the thought of what that monster could've done if this stranger hadn't of saved me when he did.

"Thank you for saving me," I say sheepishly. He shoots me a crooked grin that made my heart stop for a second and made me suddenly forget how to breathe. "It was my pleasure. What is your name dear?" he asks in a voice that sounds like one hundred percent dark chocolate. His voice is so deep and rich like caramel as well. It felt like I wanted to tell him everything about myself just to hear him speak to me again. "Elliot," I reply, suddenly feeling self-conscious as I quickly pull the blanket over my dirt-crusted clothes and cringe inwardly at how incredibly underdressed I am. He smiled and said, "That's a lovely name. You might not remember but my name is Dalton." His name sounded like everything right in the world. I had never heard such a name that sounded nearly as beautiful. 

I thought for a moment before saying, "I remember your name, but my memory is a little fuzzy. Can you tell me why I'm here?" I ask. He shoots me a confused look before tilting his head to the side, looking at me curiously. "Do you not remember the deal we made?" He asked slowly and I thought about that too before replying, "As I told you, my memory isn't completely intact. So I don't exactly remember what I promised you." He gave me an apologetic smile. "That's alright. Come on, we need to get you fed." He stood up and looked at me expectantly. I pull myself out of bed and quickly scramble around the room trying to look presentable while trying to keep my racing heart in order. Dalton waits by the door patiently, watching me with amusement as I run around like a chicken with my head up off. After deciding that there's nothing else that I can do to make myself look better, I turn towards Dalton and incline my head towards the door. 

On the way out of the bedroom, I noticed how beautiful everything looked. There was gold and vibrant brown and whites that seemed to be the main colors of the home. "Your home looks beautiful," I whispered in awe. "Thank you," he said with what I thought was a hint of pride in his voice. We made our way to what I assumed to be a dining room and there was food laid out before us. "Eat," he commanded in a gentle tone. I made my way to a seat and started to take food from their vessels slowly, looking up at him to make sure that I wasn't doing anything wrong. I was in this stranger's home and didn't wanna overstep any unspoken boundaries. He just watched me patiently as I grabbed some pancakes, sausage, and a few strips of bacon. I start to eat slowly as I continue to watch him. 

 "Aren't you going to eat anything?" I asked him after a few minutes, still keeping both of my eyes trained on him. "No, I'm alright," he replied while shaking his head, still watching me. After a few minutes of still watching me eat, he gets up and silently leaves the room. I quietly waited for him to return while I kept eating, knowing I would need my strength if I was gonna escape. He arrived with a pen and a piece of stationery after a long minute or two. He wrote quickly while I continued eating. After 10 minutes of silence, he slid the stationary to my end of the table. I picked it up, unfolded it and it said: Elliott, there is something I need to tell you. Please don't go into hysteria. I'm a vampire. The thing that attacked you was a werewolf. Look up at me and ask me any questions because I have some of my own. -Dalton.

I looked at him to see a worried and anxious expression carved onto his amazing face. "Why haven't you killed me yet?" I mumbled. He looked at me with an amused expression. "I find you very attractive. And I'm very curious as to why you aren't afraid of me." He replied simply. I thought about my next question for a long time, deciding how to word it properly. "How old are you and how long have you been that age?" I ask, my voice louder than the first question. "23. About a century. How old are you?" he asked. "I'm 17," I replied. "Your Elliot and you're 17. Is that correct?" "Yes," I reply. He looked at me with a curious expression. "Aren't you scared of me? You never answered it earlier." "I'm not afraid of you because I don't see a reason to be," I say cautiously. He looked at me with an expression of pure acceptance. "We'll see about that. Are you finished with breakfast?" I looked down at my plate and said, "Yes. I am." "Come along and get changed. I have my first request," he replied. We left and went to my room. I stepped in and he closed the door behind me. "Change please," he said in an angelic voice. "I'll wait right here." He says and I nod my head before walking into the bedroom.