Crimson Love

Chapter Nine

Unknown POV

I watched as she walked inside, and that filthy demon drove off in his motorcycle. I scoffed, disgusted. Ellie was a beautiful girl, and wretched idol didn't deserve her. Oh course, I was a vampire, just as he, but she deserved someone better, not some 500 year old emo.

She had the most gorgeous eyes. They glistened like water in the moonlight, but I would love nothing more than to paint them red. And her laugh, it was music to my ears, but more pleasing was her screams. If she wouldn't become mine, I'd make her mine.

Stalking in its own was thrilling, but tasting her was even more breathtaking. I'd only gotten close enough once, but that one time thrilled me enough to keep trying, even as that buffoon stood at her side.

He knew I would be watching her now though after the incident we had the other day. He was much older than me which made him even stronger but I didn't care. Elizabeth would be mine soon enough.

Ellie's POV

Another two weeks of school had gone by, piled with homework and Vanessa drama. Xander and I hung out after school three times and he was generous enough to drive me home each time. I didn't want to bring him back to my house yet because every minute or so my parents would barge in and ask really personal questions.

Even if they tried to ask him, I'm sure he could avoid the questions. He is very intelligent, and something tells me it has to do with his age. But how old is he? Surely he isn't newly turned. He seems to have an obvious amount of restraint.

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I woke up the next morning around 11:00 AM. It was Saturday-- HALLELUJAH-- and since I had no school, I had no plans.

Walking into the bathroom I decided a shower would be nice. I turned on the water, and waited for it to get to the perfect temperature. If the temperature isn't right I have to start all over again.

Stepping into the shower I let the warm water fall across my skin. I quickly washed my hair with shampoo and conditioner. Lastly, I washed my body and rinsed off one last time. Taking a fluffy towel, I wrapped it around myself and exited the bathroom to get dressed. I considered putting my pajamas back on so I could lounge all day.

Entering my bedroom I found Xander lying on my bed, hands behind his head and lost in thought.

"Xander, what the hell are you doing in my room!?" Thank god I had a towel on!

"Oh, sorry," he laughed before disappearing.

I decided to not risk him seeing me naked, so I picked a bra with matching undies, a tank top, sweater, a pair of sweat pants and headed into the bathroom to get changed.

I quickly got dressed and decided I didn't need to apply any makeup. It's the weekend, so no one would care anyways.

Walking back into my room, Xander sat on my bed once again in the same position as before. He was clearly relaxed.

"Sorry Ellie, I didn't know you were in the shower," He muttered, his accent coming out as he apologized.

"You liar! You have super hearing and what not.  You totally knew!" I countered yelling back.

He started to smirk and laughed. His laugh was almost contagious.

"Stop reading my thoughts!" I glared at him.

I saw him look away, but I could tell he was still smirking. In fact I'm sure he's always smirking.

"So, do you want to hang out or something?" I asked him looking into his eyes.