Present day New York
My eyes flutter open at the sound of shoes on the stairs. Closing my eyes again I concentrate on the person, the sound of their breathing, heartbeat, the sound of the bags in their hands, and then I hear the key in the lock. Giggling I was at the door in seconds swinging it open and tackling the man on the other side sending us both to the floor.
"Well hello there kitten." He chuckles, sitting us up with me in his lap.
"Hello Adam! How was your trip to San Diego?" I ask, standing up and grabbing his bags. He follows me into the apartment tossing his keys and phone onto to table.
"It was too long. I'm gonna take a shower." He looks me in the eyes, "wanna join me?" I shake my head no and jump on the couch. He frowns then heads up the stairs to our bedroom.
Let me tell you about Adam. He's about 5 ft 11 in, blonde hair, blue eyes, tan skin and he's fit. I met him 2 years ago at one of my gallery openings. He was there with his boss looking for the perfect piece for his boss's wife. I had "accidentally bumped into him and spilled wine on his shirt. We ended up talking all night and going to dinner the following evening. We moved in together a year later, and we'll be celebrating 2 years in a week. He knows in a vampire and makes sure that I feed regularly.
"Are you okay Izzy?" I jump looking up at Adam standing at the railing in just a towel.
"Yeah... I've just got a lot on my mind. I'm gonna go paint. Get some rest." I smile and hurry into my shop closing the door behind me. I let out a sigh and sit in front of a blank canvas.
Closing my eyes I take a deep breath and let go of my thoughts. Picking up the paint brush I let my hands drift.
*3 hours later*
Knocking on the door brought me back. Looking at the portrait I was surprised that I had painted Everett. My eyes traced over each feature that I could recall perfectly. His sharp jaw, his bright eyes, and his perfect smile. The knock sounds again before the door opens.
"Izzy are you okay in here...." he trails off, looking back I cold tell he was studying the man I had painted. Clearing his throat he speaks, "Who the hell is that and why did you paint him naked?"
"Adam, it's just from my imagination and he's not naked... He's covered with the sheet." I glance at Adam then back at the painting. It was true his dick was covered, but not the rest of him.
"Okay well you need to shower and dress. We have reservations at 7." Smiling I move out of the room and to the shower.
YOU ARE READING
The Curse of The Vampire
VampireI never knew that there was a dark side to mortality... that is until I met A vampire named Everett Jones. He was the one who taught me that immortality wasn't a dream, but reality. He taught me that immortality isn't a gift, but a curse. Follow Isa...
