Dasia looked up as the door to her bedroom opened. and in stepped the last person she had ever expected to see.
Zayden kibas.
like the other times she saw him at school, he was impeccably dressed in cloths that looked like they where found in a garbage. his hair was in a messy style, in which he paid probably a hundred dollars a visit. though she herself came from money, she didn’t flaunt it or take advantage of it. her father always told her to be humble with her money. he...
he just spent it on cars, cloths and food.
so what the hell was he doing here?
he studied her with an intent gaze, while he closed the door.
"what are you going here?" she asked and was momentarily shocked at how gravely her voice sounded, and a little lisp came out as she tried to talk around her fangs.
"so your a vampire?" panic and hatred flew across her mind until rationale thinking kicked in.
"how do you know about vampires?" she said tightly. he came to the foot of her bed, and stared at her.
"have you eaten anything?" he asked, his voice monotone. her anger raised another notch.
"answer my question. how do you know about vampires?" he barley moved a muscle as he lifted his lips and fangs flashed. she growled at that. actually growled, and the sound shocked her out of her fit. she crawled backwards.
"oh god, what am i turning in to?" she whispered in horror. he walked to the side of her bed, and she would have gone off the other side if there wasn’t a wall. "stay away from me." she said in self disgust.
"you need to feed." she shook her head.
"no, i wont. i wont become what he is. i wont do that to anyone." he scowled.
"what that rogue did, it was acting alone and outside our laws completely. we don’t kill humans or animals. we just take enough to live and send them on their way. now come here." he said, and put one knee on the bed. like a trapped animal, she launched at him, hitting him in the centre of his chest. they both crashed to the floor as she tried to get up and run for the door. he grabbed her around the waist and used his weight to bring her to the floor, and got on top of her. using the several self defence classes her father taught her, she planted her feet in his stomach and kicked with her strength. he went flying into the door, and she jumped to her feet. he stood up, and anger crossed his perfect features, his blue eyes hard.
"just remember, it was you who threw the first punch." then he jumped at her, so fast she couldn’t see him. but she was suddenly on the floor, her back on his front, with one hand holding hers, and his legs twinned around hers to keep her there. with his free hand, he put it against her mouth, and grounded his wrist against her fangs. his skin broke like butter, and she had every intention to keep her mouth closed, but when one drop of blood hit her tongue, it was like all her morals went out the window as absolute hunger ripped threw her body, and she latched on to his wrist, and sucked.
it was the most Delicious thing she has ever tasted in her life. it was like her favourite foods all rolled in to one. and she was scared to death of it. blood shouldn’t taste like this. but her body was fully on survival mode, and had no room for those types of feelings. all it wanted was nourishment. once she had drunk her fill, she ripped her fangs from his skin, and rolled out of his hold, her body feeling better then it had in a few days. Zayden was slow to get to his feet, and his usually tanned skin was a shade paler. self disgust almost crippled her.
"how dare you!" she spat.
"you where going to die. what the hell was i suppose to do?" he closed the wound on his wrist with a swipe of his tongue. she let out a frustrated shriek and jumped at him, and started to pound his chest.
"and i wanted to die! i didn’t want to live like this. my god, i'm a monster!" she cried and kept on pounding on him, putting her muscles to the test. but he took it, until he lifted his hand, then slap.
her cheek stung. he slapped her. the son of a bitch slapped her. but it brought her out of her daze and hysteria. she blinked up at him, and she was suddenly pulled in to his arms, her body flushed against his chest, his hand burred in her hair.
"you have been crying for your parents all this week. maybe its time to be crying for yourself now." he whispered.
"i'm out-cried." she admitted. he shook his head.
"you need to think of your situation. your new statues as a vampire. to come to terms that your family is a large vampire coven." she let out a breath.
"i know. trust me, i've cried enough. but i- i'm glad that someone isn’t treating me like i am glass." and its the truth. she craved human contact since her parents died, but her uncle is treating her like she would break in the slightest wind, and Cassie is all together avoiding her like she has a plague. its good to be treated like a real human being.
"don’t get use to it. the next time we see each other, i'm going to pretend that i never met you before." she pushed him away.
"your an ass." she muttered. "and i don’t need your help. just leave." she said, and turned away. she didn’t know why, but those words stung. one does not simply put someones life in to perspective then act like they don’t know each other.
"Dasia.." she gathered some cloths that her uncle brought, and turned to him.
"get out." she said, proud of her voice that kept straight. "i need to change. so leave." he studied her, then turned suddenly and walked out of her room. she was alone, again.
