Blood Runs Thicker Than Water

Chapter 2

Jason left ten minutes after that. I went to my room and laid on my bed, exhausted. 

"You're not seriously considering marrying that guy, right?" A melodic yet masculine voice came from behind me.

I turned to see the guy from the market laying on my bed, his arms crossed behind his head, propping him up. 

"What the hell?" I screeched. "Get out!"

"I'm not going to hurt you so clam down," he spoke nonchalantly.

"How did you even get in here?" I asked, breathing heavily.

"Easy. Lock your window, don't know what kind of creeps could come in when you're changing or sleeping."

He then looked up at me and I gasped. He now had bright purple eyes. He was vampire royalty.

"I thought you were human."

"Only royals can change their eye color. You must be careful about who you trust, they could be a family member of mine, playing the role of a human. Any who, I don't like that kid. Don't marry him, I can see his intentions and they aren't good."

He then got up and was in front of me in a blink. "I feel very protective over you ever since I first saw you this morning."

I turned my head so I wasn't facing him. I then felt something cold around my neck and on my chest. I looked down to see my mother's necklace around my neck again.

The fact that he bought the necklace, paid thousands for it, and then gave it back to me because it was important to me made me soften. 

I had spent all my life hating vampires for what they did to my parents. How they left me orphaned so I didn't understand why I was allowing myself to tolerate him. Let alone, like his presence. 

"So what do you want? My blood?" I asked, fully expecting him to say yes.

"No. Of course not. Why would you think that?" He asked. 

"Because you're a vampire and I'm a human. Your kind killed my family so sorry if I expected you to want to kill me too." I crossed my arms over my chest. 

"I truly am sorry for what happened to them. If I had known, I would've saved them. But I won't hurt you, I promise," he whispered softly as he tucked a strand of lose hair behind my ear. 

He sat down next to me, we were  both leaning against the headboard. 

"I'm suppose to be hating you," I mused.

"Don't hate me, hate my kind."

"Why do you even care?" I asked, turning to face him.