Bitten {Book 1} ✔

Chapter Five

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The heaviness drags my eyes close. My body wants to rest but my mind wants to wander. Wander to every decision I ever made. With every action I did I ended up applying at that Starbucks.

If I only studied harder at school I might have made something out of myself.

The sunlight forces my eyes open. The duvet covers my legs since that was a human trait that I have possessed since I was a young girl. As long as my legs were covered the monsters couldn't get me. Little did I know that monsters lurked in alleyways or showed up to your work.

The digital clock on my nightstand states it is almost seven and I feel as if I have not rested at all. My mind will not stop reeling.

Painkillers. Hot showers. Icy Hot cannot help me as my body is still tense. I am not human so I do not know what to do. I know that I am supposed to be sore but at the moment I believe it is all mental.

Even now that I am sitting on my couch doing nothing my body cannot relax as I stare at my phone. It has been ringing for the last two hours and I have not answered once. I do not feel like speaking to anyone at the moment. Wanda left me a voicemail wondering if I could fill in Tamara's spot. Not wanting to talk to no one, not even my boss, I text her telling her that I am out of town visiting family.

Disregarding my phone I let my body sink further into the cushions when my buzzer goes off.

"Abigail, come on I know you're in there." Wes' voice chimes through the quiet room.

Who does that? Who in their right mind turns someone and then expect them to let them into their home? Wes, I guess.

"Leave me alone," I groan not really sure he could hear me. He is a vampire so who knows.

"Abigail!" He mutters again into my buzzer, "Buzz me in! Don't make me break in."

Don't I have to give him permission to walk into my place? Come on, The Vampire Diaries should have gotten this right.

"I'm not really dressed for visitors!" I shout.

"Abigail!" He sounds impatient.

I slam my hands on the cushions and push myself up. I push the button on the buzzer unlocking the ground floor door.

"Thanks," he mutters.

"Whatever," I walk over to the fridge and fiddle through it. I know nothing inside is going to satisfy my hunger but the fact that I still feel human makes me want to do human things.

My fridge is looking pretty sad, to be honest, a bottle of ketchup, an old Chinese food container, and a sip of milk. The sounds of the door handle being turned echoes in my ears and I put my elbows on top of the fridge door and my head on top on my palms looking at the door.

"Well hello, let yourself in, you know since all vampires lose their manners after they turn."

I narrow my eyes and Wes is in front of me, his eyes are lighter than I remember and there is some flush in his cheeks. There is a gleam in his eyes as if he is full of life.

"I was wondering if you would like some lunch and perhaps some company." He walks over to my small old couch, which did not go with anything in my apartment. Actually, nothing goes together, everything is mixed and match and fit in well with the money I had at that moment.

"No, I don't want company actually," I move away from the fridge and slam the door shut, then immediately regretting it, when it starts wheezing and groaning. "Crap!" I open it up again to make sure that it is still working and it is. This time I close it gently.