A ray of sunlight hit me right in the eyes when I woke up. I hummed to myself and snuggled close to the body next to me.
Wait..Body?
I looked down to see a sound asleep Jess, Her hair slightly covering her eyes as she dreamed. I smiled to myself before it hit me.
Clothes?
I looked under the covers.
Okay, no clothes.
I really didn't feel like getting up, but rather cuddling with Jess and pretending to be asleep. I sighed contently and held her closer to me, a soft smile playing at my lips.
She snugged deeper in my chest and I smiled and looked down at her...So beautiful. I kept asking myself what last night meant, was it just a one night fling? Or did it mean something more? Either way, she'd know. She always has the answer. I brought my hand up and stroked her arm lightly, taking care not to wake her up. I didn't ever want her to wake up. I wanted her to be happy. She wants me to be all 'good' and I don't know how long I can manage that before I kill again. And when I do, I'll destroy everything. Once I fuck up, there won't be anymore mornings like this. She'll leave me, and for good reason. Who would want a crual vampire who the only thing he has, and will ever do, is cause misery? That is what it is to be a vampire...No. That's what it is to be me. But I wanted, oh I wanted, to be the way she needed me to be. I wanted to have self control but I didn't. No matter how hard I try, I will never be what she wants me to be.
I shook slightly at the sound of footsteps echoing throughout the house.
Brent's home from work.
I take a deep breath and hold my head high. I had set dinner on the table earlier but I hoped to god it wasn't cold.
"JESS!" I heard him scream. I close my eyes and gulp, knowing what was coming. I walk lightly into the kitchen.
"Yes?" I ask, forcing my voice to remain steady.
"What is this shit?" He spits, his eyes flashing.
"Is it cold?" I ask.
"Of course it is you bitch! Has it been sitting out here for hours?" He spoke. His voice was lower but it was equally as terrifying, if not more.
"I'm sorry, I thought you'd be home earlier." I say quietly.
"We talked about my new hours. What times am I working? Nine to seven. It's not Nine to six anymore you stupid fuck!" He says, his words cutting daggers in my heart.
"I-I'm sorry. I forgot." I whimper, looking down. Brent reaches down, grabs a hand full of my hair and throws me on the ground, still painfully holding my hair.
"You forget a lot. You should work on that before you really have a reason to forget," He slams my head on the cabinet causing the bone right above my eye to hurt to the point where the air was suffocating. "That was just a demo if this ever happens again." He growled before letting me go, kicking me in the gut, then shouting that he wants a brand new dinner up in his room in one hour. I was able to scramble together a soup and it was done only three minutes overtime. Which resulted in a massive beating. I'd been punched, kicked, spit on, slammed into things, my fingers had been crushed, and I was pretty sure I had a fractured rib. I was still crying when I inspected my injuries in the mirror. I was back and blue all over, my face was swollen from the punches, and all I saw was a broken toy. Something that used to be beautiful and functioning, was now broken and torn up. I sigh at my injuries, my looks, Brent, just the world.
