The Tattooed Vampire

Chapter Four

I have a question!!! :) I'm just curious as to how you guys are saying Basia and Callum's name. 

Are you saying A. Bah-sh-a or B. Ba-shi-a?

C. Cay-lum or D. Call-um (as in call someone)? 

No answer is wrong, i'm just curious. Let me know in the comment box :)))

Xoxo Charlotte

Chapter Four

His tattoos. Oh good lord, his tattoos! Why do I have to stare?! But heavens, they're gorgeous. He has a cross on the right side of of his chest. He had foreign writing on his naval, almost hidden under his swim trunks, but they were hanging low on his hips so I could see most of it. There was a saying on his left shoulder also but I didn't know what it said. On his right shoulder was a name. I didn't know whose but from where I sat it looked like "Michaela" or "Michael". 

Callum came and sat next to me, nudging me with his shoulder. I smirked and mouthed "thank you" for telling our friends to drop the subject about me swimming. He nodded and then sunk into the water but turned to grab my ankles and looked up in my eyes. 

"If I hold you and promise not to drop you, will you at least try to come in?" He asked. He looked hopeful but that wasn't the problem. I know how to swim. I love to swim. I just don't want to take my cover off. I grabbed my cover up and gave him signals telling him I didn't want to take it off. He arched an eyebrow and gently squeezed my ankles. It sent shivers through my body. "You don't want to take it off? Why not, angel?" I opened my mouth but then bit my bottom lip and shook my head.

Callum hopped out and sat next to me, grabbing my chin gently and pulled it towards him so our faces were inches apart. I froze, horrified with what he was planning to do. Then he turned his head to the side and offered his ear. "Tell me." He whispered. 

"I don't...like my body." I wheezed out. Callum looked at me with a shocked, surprised expression. His eyes ranked over my body and then he looked at me like I was crazy. I groaned and looked around the pool. All their eyes were on us. Callum turned his attention to them and gave them a hard glare. They all went back to chatting. "Scars." I whimpered when Callum gave me his ear again. 

"What do you mean? Who gave them to you?" He growled out. My eyes widened in horror and I leaned away. His eyes, I swear, they flickered black for a brief moment. Callum grabbed my hand and ran his thumb over my knuckles. "Sorry, angel. I didn't mean to scare you. But, who?" He asked again.

"Family." I grumbled. Callum glared and had to look away from me for a moment. 

"Do you trust me, Basia?" He asked suddenly. I opened my mouth, not knowing how to answer him. I did. Kind of. I mean, as much as I could possibly trust a man. I shrugged. Callum got to his feet and pulled me with him, leading us to the changing room where he lifted my cover up. I gasped and swatted his hands away. But he ignored me, bunched up my cover up in one hand and then ran his finger tips over my scars with the other. I moaned at the tingling sensation and watched him in awe as he just looked at him as if they were beautiful. 

"Callum?" I questioned. He looked up at me and smirked slightly. 

"They're going to pay, Basia. I promise. But it's okay. These scars are part of who you are so they're gorgeous." I furrowed my eyebrows but he did something that completely shocked me to the core. He began to kiss my scars. I whimpered, my legs giving in. "Trust me, Basia. Come swimming. No one will judge you, I promise." He dropped my cover up and grabbed hold of my face. I bit my bottom lip, staring into his eyes.