It was April 18th, well not for long, it was ten o'clock, curiosity ran throuhg my veins, wondering if James still wanted my blood. He hasn't talked; let alone looked, at me today, the only words I got from him was "Thanks" after I wished him a happy birthday. He recived some birthday cards from the maids, some 'dating advice' from Domonic, and a bottle of blood from his father. James may be 203 years of age, but he was frozen at age 18. Everyone has given him something, and the more I think about it makes me feel more guilty, especially after what I said to him. I felt obligated to give him my blood, atleast he'll have to talk to me.
I ventured my walk-in closet for my pajamas, I changed out of my shorts and t- shirt, and put on a cami tank top and pajama shorts. I strolled down the corridor, I calmed myself and thought about what I would say if he opened the door. If he opened the door...I heard Domonic saying he would take him out, but I don't think James would go through with it. I was only seven paces away......six......four.....three.......one....I knocked on the door; no answer, I knocked one more time a little harder. I cracked the door open to find him ignoring my knocks and looking out of his window, I walked in uninvited, I stood behind him leaving space between us. He kept his gaze on the moon, he had the same veiw I had in my room, the view of the lake- my lake. "Pretty huh?" I finally spoke, he slowly turned to face me
"What are you doing here?"
"It's you birthday."
"I know, you told me Happy Birthday." I looked down
"Are you still mad at me?" he put his hand under my chin and lifted my face so I looked in his eyes
"I could never stay mad at you," he explained, "I'm mad at what you said though."
"I'm sorry, I wasn't thinking, and I wish I could take it back."
"We say the truth when we're angry, it's okay, you said what was on your mind." he said letting go of my chin, he sat on the edge of his bed and I followed
"Do you still want my birthday gift?" I asked a little nervous, there was a smirk on his face
"Is that why you came here?"
"Well, it's like more a sorry gift than a birthday gift."
"I don't want you to give me blood out of guilt." I looked down, thinking about that offer, but I must have thought too long, because James took my hair down, it fell over my shoulders and onto his bed. He brushed my hair off my left shoulder, and came a little closer, I tensed up a little. "May I?" I nodded stifly, he came close enough to where I could feel his icy breath, to where I could feel his body breathe into mine, to where I could remember the first time he had a taste of my blood. He wrapped a strong cool arm around my waist, and pulled my closer so there was no space between us, I've never been this close to him.
He gently tilted my head so that my neck was full exposed to him, he leaned in and his breath danced across my neckline. Goosebumps started to appear, on my arms, my breathing stopped, waiting for my skin to break. I could feel his fangs rubbed against my neck, and then he...kissed? He pecked my neck which made me relax a little, but confused me just as well. He kissed my neck again, but he bit me, unexpectedly, he covered my mouth just as I let out a skriek of pain, but removed it as soon as he started feeding. He pulled me in tighter, wanting more, I started getting light headed, "James..." I said weakly, I tried pushing him off but I doubt he noticed it. "James...that's...too much..." fifteen seconds later, he ceased and licked the blood from my neck, he kept his arm around my waist to support me. There was a small line of blood running down the side of his mouth, he happily wipped it away. I covered the two bite marks, and looked up at James. "What was that about?"
"You said I could."
"I'm talking about the kiss, I thought you just wanted my blood." I said wealky getting up from the bed
"Oh, that," he started smiling, "I don't know, I just felt like it."
"You. Just. Felt like it?"
"Yea, is there a problem?"
"Well..I kind of wasn't expecting that." he raised an eyebrow mischeviously, I quickly changed the subject, "I have some questions about this war." he put his hands behind his head, and laid back on his bed.
"Shoot."
"What is this war about, and if it's in America why are we involved?"
"The war is about exposure, the american vampires aren't ready to be exposed yet."
"What do you mean?"
"Those mutts, are jeaprodizing the american vampires. America is still unaware of the exsintence of vampires, and the american vampires want to keep it that way. They like living among the humans in harmony, but those dogs want the world to bow down at their feet." when he mentioned the wovles he mention it with disgust,
"Well then why are we involved?"
"Because, their numbers are rising. And the americans can't take them all down by themselves. So they called for all royal vampires to help."
"Why wouldn't they want to be exposed? You guys have all this power."
"I guess they don't want to be feared, and they have just has much power. People just aren't running from them, I mean, they're not kings because of the way their government runs. But they have money and a decent amount of power."
"Wait, so how did you guys, and some other countries, keep your exisintence a secret from the rest of the world but managed to freak the citizens out?"
"My dad took over Armania a long time ago, when the world didn't care as much. It was smart the way he did it too, and F.Y.I not as many people know about vampires as you think in this country. Some people just tell stories about us, and some really do know, like your parents, because you came right off the back telling us who killed them. So we aren't at a worldwide risk of exposing ourselves."
"Are..are the wolves powerful?"
"I hate admit it, but they are pretty strong. They've grown stronger over the years, with the help of technology, so I wouldn't underestimate even the weakest one."
"So why am I coming if I'm just going to be in harms way most of the time we're there?" I asked feeling sleep taking over, he sat up looking at me with his full attention
"If I could take a wild guess, I would say because you're father's most valuable possession, and he has to have an eye on you, or know that you're okay. I don't think he could help win a war with you two in separate countries."
"What do you mean guess?" I was taken aback by that, he always knew
"Father's mind is hard to read, when I try I just get headaches." he smiled, I was warm and fuzzy inside when I heard that. I never thought I was that important to him, "He's always talked about having a daughter, but it couldn't happen, you know." he shrugged trying not to bring his mother into the conversation, "You should get to bed," he noticed the sleep wearing on me, "we want to leave as soon as possible." I hadn't realized that I sat on the floor, I moaned and made a baby face
"It's a long walk." I held my arms out to him, like a child does to their mother, "Carry me." he smiled and picked me up bridal style, I wrapped my arms around his neck and craddled my head into his hard chest. I closed my eyes, and felt my body being laid on the bed.
"Good night, Neri." he covered me with satin blankets and I heard the door close quietly
"Good night, James." I said and quickly feel into a deep slumber
