A Vampire's Kiss

The sleeping Girl's scent.

   A figure stood outside a young girl's house. He was standing there for a long while. No one but the girl was home. Her scent was all over the house but mostly in that one room. His eyes stared at the window, waiting, but for what? Perhaps her father to get home? He has been watching the house for a long, long time. He knows of what goes on in that house, but the figure have never done a thing. It wasn't his place yet. He was tempted so many times to barge in when he smelt her blood hit the floor. He restrained himself though. Now was the perfect time. After finally tasting her blood today at the park the boy couldn't wait any longer. 
  With a easy hop he grabbed the girl's window ledge and easily unlocked it. He slowly opened the window and entered the room. The girl was sleeping on her very plain bed. Everything in her room was plain, there was no color, and there wasn't many things in it. You'd expect a girl's room in this town to be fulled with popular boy bands and makeup and clothes. Not this room. The room was white and was bare, she had a single full-body mirror next to her closet, and two dressers one next to her bed and on next to her mirror. The room itself was quite small as well. 
  The boy looked at the timid girl when she made a small sound. She was still sound asleep but seemed to be in distress. With a sigh the boy walked over to the girl and sat at the edge of her bed. He brushed her pink-brown hair from her soft pale face. He could tell her body stiffened up when he had done that so he removed his hand from her. He watched the girl sleep as he thought about what he should do with her now. She was ready to become his but should he drain her of her blood now or wait? He has waited for a long time for someone blood as special as hers. Even in a town like this.
  His fingers laced through his thick brown hair and his fang bit his bottom lip. What to do? What to do? His mind thought and thought. His eyes went from staring off into space to the girl. She had moved and now was mumbling about something. Her body trembled in fear of something and the blankets reveled why. All down her back was bruises that tainted her lovely milky skin. Her arms were covered in them as well. Though her neck and face remained untouched,expect for the cut he had made on her. That's right. He pulled the blanket over her body to hide them.
  A girl without a mother and with a horrible father. You can say that the girl and the boy were both the same. Though he had both of his parents, they were just not around very much. The boy sneezed and shivered. Why was it so cold in the one room? He stood up and went over to the window to close it. If he had to make a quick escape it would be easily done. With a bored sigh he decided to go look around her room.
   He walked over to the closet and opened the door. Mostly there were long sleeve shirts and sweats. Not very attractive....he thought. Though he could understand why it would be mostly fabric that would cover the nasty scars and bruises. He closed the door and went over to one of her dressers. A picture sat on the surface. The boy picked it up and stared at the beautiful woman who sat there smiling. She had dazzling emerald eyes and long pale blond hair. Her skin was milky white and her lips were glossed with a shape of rose pink. Her eyes showed a great amount of kindness and they seemed to be hiding something. The boy dropped his hand and looked over towards the sleeping girl. They looked a lot alike, he thought and a small smile formed on his face. Perhaps he should've been nicer to her when they first met. He looked back at the photo before putting it back where he had found it. 
   He bent down and started going through her dresser. Most of the drawers were empty. The boy saw a few jewelry like a emerald necklace and earrings to go with it. They must've belonged to the girl's mother. He closed the drawer and stood up. He went back over to the girl and sat on the edge of her bed. She looked peaceful now....like the pain had passed from her dreams. The boy smiled again and leaned down to kiss her. This time not to drink her sweet blood but to be affectionate.
   Her lips were soft against his and they seemed to be pure. The boy pulled away and covered his mouth. What was that? He asked himself. Why did he suddenly kiss her? He looked away from the sleeping girl. Damn....I must be drunk off of her blood or something. I would never do something like that. His eyes widened suddenly and went down. A small pale hand held onto his shirt. The girl was holding onto him. 
   He relaxed and his expression softened. Yeah...he thought. There must be something wrong with me right now. He took the girl's hand in his and laid down next to her. He pulled her close into his strong arms and stared at her white wall. Her body was cold. The boy pulled the blanket up more around her body and used his own heat to help warm her. He ran his fingers through her hair as his eyes slowly closed and his mind drifted away. The day break was coming and it was time for things of the dark to go and hide from the blinding night. But for some reason this creature of the night stayed with a child of pure light, unfazed, as they both slept.