Living With Vampires (revised)

Chapter 3

Chapter 3 

I woke up the next morning and replayed last nights memories. About half way through our second movie we had gotten bored and started to talk. We talked about everything our lives. I had learned that Dylan, a 6 foot blonde, with baby blue eyes, was 18 when he got turned in the 1920's by a man who he never said much about, and never sleeps, not even a wink. I didn't tell him much about me because there wasn't really much to tell and then the most magical thing happened after just sitting in silence, he kissed me. It wasn't long or sloppy but a short, sweet kiss on the lips. Then he asked me to be his girlfriend and of course I said yes because even though I had only know him for a couple of hours in my heart something was telling me I have know him my whole life. As I was getting ready to get up I remembered that he had stayed with me so I turned over and sure enough those baby blue eyes were staring at me. Then I also remembered I don't look so hot in the morning and that there was a nice bathroom in my closet. I ran to the bathroom and looked at myself. I was right, not hot at all in the mornings. I brushed my hair then my teeth and went back into my room. I looked over at him and noticed he wasn't wearing a shirt. I blushed.  

I heard a small chuckle followed by his deep voice. “Why is it that when a girl sees me without a shirt they do that?" 

"I don't kn- what other girls?!" 

He got up quickly and went to me. He pulled me to him but I resisted. 

"I won't hug or kiss you till you tell me what other girls." 

"Jealous much?" He chuckled. "What I meant was when I'm doing yard work without one." 

"Oh." I uncrossed my arms and went to him he pulled me into his arms and just held me. I could get used to this. 

Then I heard Mark outside the door with what sounded like a muffled "no you won't." I laughed I was going to have to learn to watch my thoughts around him. 

I laid my head back on to his chest. "Why did you ask me out Dylan?" 

"Because one I thought you were beautiful from the moment I met you," He paused, looked down at me and pushed a piece of hair out of my face tucking it behind my ear. "And two there was this feeling." 

"A feeling like you have met me before?" 

"Yes. Did you feel it to?" 

"Yeah. Maybe it's a sign that we were meant to be together." 

He chuckled and kissed me. This kiss was different from the first kiss we had shared this was more passionate and needy. When he pulled away I just stared at him. 

After a few moments of starting I pulled away, “I’m going to go take a shower so stay here and I’ll be right back.”

He nodded and went to sit back on my bed turning on the T.V. I ran to the bathroom taking my robe with me and hopped in the shower. After ten minutes I was in my robe brushing my hair and walking back to my room

 When I made it out of my closet, Dylan was gone and the images of my nightmare that I had last night came back into play. The nightmare where Dylan, my Dylan, had been kidnapped and killed. I know it was silly to think something had happened but I just couldn’t shake the feeling. Then as if out of now where I felt two arms go around me.

"Dylan?" 

"No the Easter bunny," He chuckled.

I laughed and turned around and put my arms around him, “Where did you run off to?” 

"Mark needed my help. Is there a reason you seemed panicked?" 

"Yeah I just had a bad nightmare last night and I was thinking about it.”

“What did you dream of?" 

"You." 

"Am I that bad?" he chuckled.  

I hit him. "No idiot I dreamed that you got kidnapped and killed.”

"Well I am here and nothing like that is going to happen,” He stopped and kissed my forehead.

"You know who I wish you could meet." 

"Who?" he said while pulling away to look at me. 

"My parents. I think they would have loved you." 

"You know you didn't tell me much about them or their death I mean you don't have to but-" 

"No it's fine. Well my mom was fun, beautiful, and at points hated my dad’s sense of humor that's how you knew to stay away from her." I stopped and laughed. "My dad was just as amazing if not more, I was daddy's girl, he was funny, smart, was trying to write a book, and never said no to me. I remember this one time when they had just gotten there taxes and they took me shopping I had seen that hot topic was having a sell and my mom who hated that store said 'my money will not be wasted in this store'. 

"My dad took the check book from her and said 'my dark princess wants something from hot topic she will get something from hot topic'." I laughed. “That was actually the last time we did something as a family because the accident happened on our way home that night after dinner. I really don't remember much just that I had gotten out of the car with nothing, not even a scratch. The worst part for me is when I got out of the car and looked into see my mom and dad both unconscious. My mom, I later found out, had died on the scene as well as the other driver. My dad was alive for only two hours after. 

"When I was allowed to go back and see him it took one look at him to make me cry. He reached his hand out to me, I took it and he looked at me and said 'my dark princess in this world you will have many troubles that you will have to face and I hate that this is the first one you must face.' After that I remember looking at him and begging him not to go. He just smiled and said 'sweetheart it’s my time and I must go' and that was his last words to me I don't really remember much of that either I do remember the nurses pulling me out while I was screaming.. 

“At that point I felt like I was alone in this world that there was nothing ever going to be able to make it not feel so lonely. But I don’t feel it as much now that I close with Amy again and now that I have met you.”

"Well I will never leave you." 

"I know but I will die you won't. Hey maybe when I turn 18 you can change me into a vampire?" I laughed at the joke until I saw Dylan’s face of anger.

"No. I don't you to be in danger like that again." 

Wait what danger and did he just say again what was he talking about. 

I stepped away from him and looked at him, "Dylan what are you talking about?" 

"Oh nothing I didn’t mean to say again.”

I crossed my arms, “Yes you did now tell me what you meant by that.”

He sighed and went to sit down on my bed, “You promise not to act like you did when Amy and Mark told you who they were?”

“I guess.” I went over and sat by him at this point.

He turned to face me, “Amanda you are not who you think you are, you are someone that was brought back from the dead, brought back by me.”

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