Fangs, a vampire love story

The house

Hey guys! This is chapter 37... I hope you enjoy! I won't be writing all of this week because it is March break, and i'm going some where, so yeah, I can't write. Sorry. :/ Well, anyway, comment, vote and fan! Tell me what you think! :)

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Chapter 37

The House

More and more drama was happening. I liked it before all of this Transylvania bullshit.

I wanted to go back to Phoenix, and just live my life there. Every time I walk out of a building, I get into more shit.

I want to be back in Phoenix, Tyler and I lying down on his huge bed, us cuddling together. But I don’t think life works that way.

I know you are going to have the bumps and forks in the road of life, but I didn’t know that there can be so much of it.

I regret being an ass to Tyler. He’s right. We could have just run away. It’s not that hard.

We could have taken a bus to the airport, and buy ourselves flight tickets.

But what if there were no flight tickets available?

What would we do then? Sleep in some nasty hotel room that probably has bed-bugs? Nathan would find us anyway.

My favorite song came on, and I started to sway my hips while sitting down. Nathan looked down at my hips, and bit his lip.

I glanced at him, and whispered, “Horny, horny boy.”

He slapped me across the face, and I smacked my forehead on the window.

I moaned, and spat, “What the fuck was that for?!”

He smacked me again, and muttered, “You’re under my control now. You will not swear in my presence.”

I snickered and retorted, “I’m not anybody’s… so stop crying. I can do whatever the FUCK I want!”

I especially said ‘fuck’ the loudest. Anger filled his eyes, and he slapped me his hardest.

I laughed, and opened the window. I screeched out the window, “Abuse! Abuse! Somebody help me! This man is abusing me!”

Nathan panicked and shut the window. I tried to open it again.

Locked.

Tyler’s P.O.V:

‘You’re no good to her anymore.’ ‘She hates you.’ ‘She’s Nathan’s now, he will bite her, and call that she’s his.’

These sentences swarmed my head. Something was telling me this.

The vampire nurse walked in, and asked, “Where’s Carissa?”

I groaned, but didn’t say anything. The nurse asked again, but more annoyance in her voice, “Where is Carissa?”

I rolled my eyes and shouted, “With Nathan!”

The nurse frowned, and mumbled, “Oh, that son of a bitch? Yeah I know that faggot. He’s an asshole."

She continued, "He steals girls away from guys that he’s jealous of. He told me that when I was stitching up his leg, a few months ago.”

What? Nathan’s jealous of me? But more girls like him, and he is WAY smarter than me! He is 50 times stronger; how is this possible?

I widened my eyes, and asked, amazed, “He’s jealous of me?”

The nurse nodded her head, and chiseled a smile across her face. “I guess so,” Was all she said.