Bloodsucker •Cameron Dallas•

1.1 - insecure

Mondays. Most of the time I hate them and today, I really fucking despise it. I barely managed to get any sleep last night.

The reason being is because of my unrealistic dream. I was somehow a Vampiric Queen. Totally strange, right?

I saw myself sitting on a beautifully designed silver throne, with bulky, attractive men standing either side of me. I can't help but think that male Vampires are so much hotter than human ones. Take Theo and Cameron for example. They are both impressively attractive.

The weird thing about my dream, was that I felt as if it was real. Like I was actually there, or that it may even possibly happen. Fucked up, right?

My alarm had woken me up for eight. I grabbed my phone from my nightstand and sent a text to the girls, through our group chat.

Me - I'm not coming in today guys.

Within seconds, they had replied back.

Candice - What's wrong?

Katherine - What's wrong?! You should know, Candice! Her excuse will be that she's 'too tired to come in'.

Damn. She knows me too well.

Me - What she said ^^^

Katherine - Knew it!

Candice - Yeah. Yeah. We'll see you tomorrow I guess.

Me - See ya!

I locked my phone and placed it back on my nightstand. My eyes slowly fluttered closed, and I found myself drifting off to sleep.

Several Hours Later- 2pm

I found myself moaning in satisfaction when I fully stretched my body on my bed. I felt my back click as I arched my back.

Damn, it felt good!

As I turned my head to face the window, a gasp escaped my lips.

Cameron was asleep next to me.

How did I not notice him before?!

Confusion gradually filled my mind. 

Why is he asleep next to me?

Me being me, I decided to kick him off the bed.

"Shit!" He cursed, sounding raspy.

I burst into laughter, and watched as he slowly stood up and glared at me. He then plastered a smile on his face.

"Why were you in my bed?" I asked.

"I wanted company." He shrugged as he put his left knee on the bed before plopping himself next to me again.

"Plus. Watching you sleep made me tired."

"You were watching me sleep?" I asked.

The thought of someone watching me sleep is kinda creepy. Since watching The Conjuring, I have always felt paranoid about my surroundings. I'd feel like I would be watched. Clearly, Cameron was.

"Shut up." He murmured.

"Rude." I scoffed and grabbed my phone from the nightstand.

The atmosphere between us was silent. I was focused on my phone, whilst I felt his focus of me.