To Save My Daughter

Part 12: Game On

Any comments would be great. I have so many ideas on how I want the story to play out. I just don't know how to get there.

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Getting up from the bed, I figured I had no other choice but to do as he said. Looking in the mirror, I was intrigued by my reflection. I was afraid that I would look pale and drained as last night, but instead I had a pink glow to my cheeks and glittery hint to my eyes. I was blushing all over.  

Touching my neck I noticed two punchers with thin lines of blood trickling down my shoulder. The difference in the bites astonished and fascinated me. I couldn’t stop thinking about the difference between passion and terror. Is this the difference between the man and the vampire?  I knew I was fighting an internal battle within myself. Part of me was captivated by him, and the other part didn’t want to stay and find out why that was.  

I shook my head, trying to clear these foolish thoughts out of my mind. Turning on the shower, I ripped out the hair tie, and stripped off my clothes. Stepping into the shower I let the water wash over my body, warming the chill he had left throughout my core.  Grabbing the bottle of lavender body wash, I scrubbed his sent off my body. I washed my hair three times, still smelling him lingering. After letting the scalding hot water burn away my emotions, and steaming up the bathroom, I turned off the shower.

 Stepping into the steam filled room, I took on of the fluffy towels off the hook and dried myself off. Wrapping the towel around my body, I walked towards the closet to find something to wear. I stopped in shock, and for once it was a pleasant feeling. Hanging on the back of the bathroom door was a long, pink, flowery dress. I touched the material, and I couldn’t believe how beautiful it was. I assumed Xander put it there when I was in the shower, in hopes of me wearing it to dinner. I was torn, part of me wanted to defy him and wear sweats and a t-shirt. Then again, I had never once worn anything so beautiful. The dress looked like it was bought just for me. I tried to remember if I had seen it in the closet earlier. I swear I would have notice it if had.

Then it was like a light bulb turned on. Why defy him, instead I’ll play along. If Xander wants me to play dress up, why should I deny him? What the hell, I’m going to through caution to the wind. I sat down at the vanity and started to put on some make-up. I decided that I was going to go all out tonight. I applied a subtle Smokey-eye in pink and grey. Applied half a bottle of mascara, to get those thick long lashes, I love. Applying light blush and lipstick, then decided to leave my hair down, soft and curly.  

I slipped on the dress, feeling it on my skin. The material was as light as a cloud, and flowed around me. The front hit right at the apple of my breast, giving just a glimpse of my cleavage, while the back was low cut. Walking into the closet I spotted the perfect heels. Looking the full length mirror after slipping a pair of strappy sandals, I felt a sense of satisfaction. I knew by dressing this way, I was playing with fire, but I didn’t care. I knew I needed to change my strategy, and through him off kilter. I’ll show him a different side of me. Gain his trust, and when the time is right. Bolt.

Still looking at my reflection, I decided it was time to play his game. “Ready, set, match.” I said out loud.

I turned and walked out of the dressing room, and straight to the bedroom. There leaning against the post of the bed was Xander, dressed in his traditional black. His tight black shirt showed his chest, while his black jeans hugged him in the right places. The only hint of color on him was the glimmer of his blue eyes. If it wasn’t for the fact that I knew what he truly was, I would have fallen head over heels. I couldn’t deny it, he was built like a god.

When he saw me, there was a hint of shock that turned to satisfaction with in a blink of the eye when I walked into the room. If I wouldn’t have been watching him so intently I would have missed it. I spun around, asking “Do you like.” I knew the dress didn’t leave much to the imagination.

He nodded in approval. “I knew it would be perfect on you.”

Acting like nothing had gone on between us, less than an hour ago, I started walking towards him, saying; “So, are we ready for dinner? I’m famished.”

“Shall we?” He asked, holding out his arm.

Placing my hand on his bicep, together we walked out of the bedroom. Game on.