Kidnapped By A Vampire

Chapter 9

I stood there, unable to move. I could see Blake wave his hand in front of my face. But I still sat there and stared into space. Finally I heard Blake say, " you dont have to say it back! Its just I feel that way! You may not, and im fine with that!" I shook my head and felt faint. Im pretty sure that I love him. But after I figured that he stalked me, I feel like I've been watched all my life. I looked down and whispered, " I love you, but I dont love you. I feel stalked! And do you blame me? I just found pictures of me in a seperate bedroom! I could understand a few photos, but all whole room full?!" Blake looked down ashamed, I felt bad because maybe it wasnt him who was stalking me. Maybe it was pedophile rapist. But what  kind of pedophile rapist lives here. Right when I thought that, a butler named Kyle walked in. I turned around and noticed the pedophile look. White hair, slouched back, really skinny, tall, and really long fingernails. I scooted closer to Blake and hung onto his arm. The butler sat a tray on the desk. As he walked out, I made a weirded out face. Blake must have saw it because he gave me a confused look. I looked him in the eyes and whispered, " he looks like a pedophile." Blake giggled and defended, " he is one of our best butlers! He has been with us for 50 years!" I stepped back and was shocked, " 50 years?! Who wants to work for vampires for 50 years?!" Blake shook his head and answer, " well him!" I laughed and then looked around the room. I put my hands on my hips and walked down to the kitchen. I went there every cabinet they had, which was a lot. I finally found the garbage bags and ran back up the stairs. By the time I got up the stairs, I was out of breathe. I bent over and thought, " im really out of shape!" I stood up and slowly walked to the bedroom. Once I got there, I swung open the door and done a little dance. See back home, I would of had my friends over and we would danced.  But now Blake is to stuck up to do anything. I walked over to the walls and stared at them. Whoever took these must have had really good hiding places. Because I never saw them! I grabbed one of the photos and shoved it in the bag. Blake ran over to the bag and jerked it out of my hand, " NO! What if I wanted to keep these? It took me years to take all these!" I stepped back, shocked at his little outburst.  I looked at him in the eyes and screamed, " you were the guy who took the photos?! And I blamed it on that old man?! God! I hate you!" with that, I ran out of the room. I ran to whatever room I could fine. It didnt matter if it was the butlers room! Which I feel bad for blaming him. I turned the corner, out of breathe and feet starting to hurt. I made a mental note to work out more. I saw a door up ahead and ran inside. Inside was a princess bed and pink walls. This house sure does have a lot of surprises! I'LL NEVER FIGURE OUT THIS HOUSE!  I heard footsteps coming down the hallway and I ran in the closet. Inside was little dresses and little shoes. Of course it creeped me out! I stopped breathing when I heard the footsteps go by the door. Once I couldnt hear them, I jumped out and looked for an exit. Of course there was a window! But it was like 5 stories up! Lets look at my choices here 1.) I could jump out the window and die. 2.) I could run out the door and risk getting caught. Both of them I hated but I had to choice one! I closed my eyes and imagined y fate on both. Maybe when I jumped, the fall wouldnt kill me. Maybe just a few bumps and bruises. Who am I kidding? Of course im going to die! I walked over to the window and tried to open it. But it had to be stuck. I pushed and tugged without making noise till it swung open. Hitting the walls and knocking over a glass object. I started to hear running coming from the ends of the hallway. The door swung open to reveal Blake, the guy who made me do this. I climbed on the window and looked down. I looked back at Blake. Closing my eyes and counting to 3, I slowly slide off the ledge.