ABN (Very Bad do not read this!!) (NANOWRIMO 2013)

Chapter 7

He was right, I may never be able to face my mother again, but he was right. It was an ecstasy I had never even dreamt of, it made everything seem so bright and vibrant. The memory of it still sang through my body causing a shiver to ripple down my spine.

God I wanted him to do that again, I had never felt so perfect before. Like he really did want me, not anybody else just me.

Was it crazy of me to want that from a stranger?

Probably, but still the sensation of his hands, his lips, his body touching mine it was maddening now to be without it. I had surprised him by not turning away from him, I mean at first I did who wouldn't.

      Losing your virginity isn't as fun and exciting as the books and movies make it seem, in reality it hurts. It felt like somebody was tearing apart my body piece by piece, then that slowly faded and it was like this darker side to my brain took over, then it was pure heaven.

I curled over on my side, not only was I now dealing with a full blown hangover, but also the repercussion of what happened. My body ached, my head ached, everything freaking ached.

I heard the door open and I winced at the sound, I hated every noise and every bit of light.

"Are you still alive little lamb?" His voice rumbled through the air caressing my sore ears.

I shivered and nodded my head, I sat up slowly letting the blanket drop into my lap. I ran my hand through the knotted mess that was my dark auburn red hair. His green eyes narrowed in on me and a smile twitched the edges of his lips.

"How are you feeling?" He asked not moving from his leaning pose in the doorway.

"Like I was hit by a truck. Why how am I supposed to feel?" I asked him rubbing my forehead.

He stood up straight and took a step into the room, "Dead. A normal human wouldn't have been able to survive my feeding so many times. Which is not a complaint, I much enjoyed your pleadings." He sat down on the edge of the bed and look at me.

"The way you made it sound I thought I was going to die, might as well enjoy what little time I had left on earth..." I grumbled looking away from him.

The sheets shifted and he jerked them from my legs making me gasp, for some stupid reason I covered myself as much as I could. He gave an amused chuckle and then laid the sheets back over me.

"You Ashleigha Mottle are a very curious woman."

I frowned, oh no... "I'm not Ashlaya Mottle. Laya is Ashlaya Mottle..." I hissed glaring at him.

His eyes went wide and he rose to his feet quickly, shaking his head he turned and began to pace.

"Impossible, you carried the scent of Lilies on you. I made sure that whoever opened the letter would carry the scent of lilies."

I grimaced and dropped back onto the bed pulling the sheet up over my naked body.

"She made me open it!" I groaned grabbing the pillow and pressing it to my face.

I was going to kill her, if he didn't kill me first.

"But you are exactly how she was described!" He shouted at me.

"We look the same! So far the only difference we've found is my voice is-"

"Lower, more of a jazz bass..." He finished turning to glare at me.

I tossed the pillow back to my side and stared at the ceiling, "I'm going to kill her." She set this up. This meant my father hadn't sold me to this wacko nut bar, which also meant I had sex with him for no reason...