Wild Soul

❤VI. Good vampire, bad vampire

❤VI. Good vampire, bad vampire

I knew very well that Tom fell in love with Alice’s best friend. I waited for so long for him to fall in love, and now what am I doing?! Helping him, like a sweet and nice brother, making her live with him. Tom has to owe me his whole chocolate reserve for that.

Home, Alice ate – and made me eat too – the disguisting tomato sauce thing – yeah, that’s not like blood at all, don’t follow the appearances – called steak. I refrained complaining and ate everything. After lunch, she patted me on my head and said „good boy, now go to sleep”. Honestly, in my mind her words were processed as „good vampire, now how about dessert?”. Obviously the dessert was her blood (as if she would ever offer me her blood…yeah, of course). I hardly helped myself from jumping at her, even if I wasn’t hungry. Only the thought about how easily I could sink my fangs into her neck’s delicate skin and relish the delicious taste only human blood has…was driving me crazy, but I managed to stay still. I honestly had absolutely no idea how long I could resist like that.

I lay on the sofa, closed my eyes and listened to every single move Alice was making. She went to the bathroom, had a shower, brushed her teeth and then got back to her room and straight to her bed. I listened to her irregular breath and to her heartbeats, until her breathing slowed down and changed its rythm – a sign that she fell asleep. At that point, I couldn’t help myself anymore. I got up and quietly entered her room. In the bedroom obscurity, I could se as if I had infra-red glasses. Alice was sleeping with her mouth half-opened, and her blanket was already on the floor. I took it and covered her body with it. She moved and, for a moment, I thought I woke her up, but she was still asleep. I looked at her sleeping face. Her long, dark eyelashes were having a nap on her sweet cheekbones. Her pink lips were revealing her milky white teeth. Her milk chocolate-coloured hair was spread on the yellow cotton pillow. I lowered my head until my lips gently touched her cheek. Once I felt her skin’s taste and wished to taste her blood  also, I fastly told to myself that I would be an idiot to hurt her and she doesn’t have to fiind out the truth yet, so that I could step back and exit her bedroom, looking once again at her face.

I got back to my sofa, lay on it and immediately fell asleep.

A strange, wonderful sensation woke me up. I felt there was something warm on my lips. I opened my eyes to see Alice’s head above mine, with her lips covering mine. At that moment, she noticed I woke up and stepped back, terrified.

“Oh, no, I’m so an idiot…How could I not help myself?!” she murmured, waiting for my reaction.

I got up and caught both of her hands with mine, looking deeply in her dark brown eyes, then covered her lips with mine. In a few seconds, my mouth was on her neck and I felt her blood filling it fastly. Alice, astonished, wasn’t moving. When I finished, I kissed her again, while her hands were trembling on my waist and mine were moving slowly on her back.

“Josh…Joshua…Joshua!”

Then I opened my eyes.

I was on the floor, with the pillow in my arms and with an angry Alice standing next to me.

“What the Hell are you doing on the floor?!”

OK, life’s not fair. Why don’t dreams become reality? And, anyway, I think the word “dream” should never be associated with the word “vampire”. NEVER! I was feeling mega-embarrassed, and, luckily for me, after I got up and apologized – even if I didn’t know for what I was apologizing, and probably nor her – Alice did not ask me anything about what happened.

Instead, she cooked fried eggs with cheese and bacon – completely new therms for me, and absolutely disguisting ones – and, as a good vampire I was, I ate everything once again.