My 18th Birthday

My 18th Birthday 3

Aracelli’s POV

I lay in bed for probably a good 2 hours just looking at the ceiling. I was laying in sweat and I have no idea where I am.

That man wasn’t here either, I wonder who he is. I started to lift myself off of the bed, feeling the pain in my head get worse.

I ignored the aching in my body and settled my feet on the ground. I stood up, testing my balance. My legs regained some strength and I walk over to a door. I swung it open and looked inside, it was a bathroom.

I sighed in relief, desperately wanting to get this stench off of me.

I closed the door behind me and did my business on the toilet. Once I was done I turned on the shower, I got in and started to clean my body with this guy’s shampoo. It was the only thing there, but it works.

A light knock came from the door, “Aracelli? Is that you?” I opened my mouth, but no sound came out. I heard the door open and started to panic. “Don’t come in!” I yelled, my voice raspy.

I cleared my throat and the man sighed, “Don’t worry love, I’m just making sure some stranger isn’t in my house.” He laughed and something dropped to the ground. He muttered something like ‘oops’ and walked up to the curtain.

“I’m a stranger” I stated, covering my body.

He chuckled and set something down. “No you’re not darlin’, I know exactly who you are.” I took a deep breath, “Get out.”

He chuckled again and walked towards the door, “When you’re done, come to the kitchen, I’ve got a surprise for you.” The door closed and my eyebrows furrowed in confusion, what is he talking about? I hope I’m not in so psycho’s house.

Thoughts as to what the surprise could be filled my mind. Maybe he is going to kill me? Shit, I’ve got to get out of here.

I turned off the water and slowly got out of the shower. I saw new clothes sitting on the sink that weren’t even mine, were they from someone he killed?

I started to freak out even more. I slid on the clothes anyways and yanked my fingers through my hair. I carefully opened the door and the smell of food hit me.

Damn it smelled good, was that the surprise? Food? I sighed, I got worked up over nothing.

I slowly walk into the kitchen, the guy was hovering over the stove. I walked up next to him, making sure to keep my distance. He was cooking my favorite, pancakes and bacon. “Who are you?” I asked, glancing at him. He smiled, never taking his eyes off the food.

“I’m your guardian angel.”

My eyebrows furrowed in confusion, his words made no sense. “Like a stalker?”

His head fell back and laughter spilled out of him. I put my hands on my hips, giving him a death glare. He recovered and looked at me, grinning like a maniac. “No, nothing like that.” He went back to making the food so I sat down, watching him closely.

A couple minutes passed by and the food was done. I watched him set up one plate and handed it to me. He sat down and looked at me, damn was he gorgeous.

I shook my head, trying to clear my naughty thoughts. “Are you not going to have any?” He laughed and sat forward, reaching for my hand. When I pulled away from him, he frowned.

“I don’t eat human food” I looked at him, confusion taking over my expression once again. Yup, pretty sure he is psycho. “What do you mean you don’t eat human food?” He looked at me, showing no sign of this being a joke.

“I’m not human Aracelli.” Okay, definitely psycho. I laughed, “Are you crazy or something?” He clenched his jaw, stopping me from laughing. He can’t be serious. I sighed, “What are you then?”

His eyebrows furrowed, “A vampire.” I busted out into fits of laughter, finding this joke funny as hell. I stopped and smirked, “Then prove it.” He smirked, my eyes widened, wondering what he was going to do.

He walked over to me, bringing his face inches from mine. I gasped, his movements were quick.

He opened his mouth, showing me his teeth. They were long and sharp, but I wouldn’t believe it. “They’re fake” I defended. He sighed and closed his eyes, “You asked for it sweetie.”

He pushed back my hair and trailed his lips against my skin, I stiffened, terrified as to what he was going to do. I felt something hot and wet lick my neck, sending shivers up my body. I took in a deep breath, “What are you-” I froze, something sharp touched my skin. I put my hands on his chest and pushed him back.

It didn’t work though, I was too weak.

His teeth sunk into me, I gasped and grasped his shirt. God it hurt. I could feel him slowly start to take my blood away from me.

He really is a vampire. He groaned and pulled me against himself. The pain slowly faded away and pleasure flowed through my body. I moaned and slide my fingers through his hair. I wrapped my legs around his waist and crashed my body into his.

My vision started to blur and he pulled his teeth out of me. I fell against the chair, feeling all my strength disappear. He wiped the blood from his lips and smiled sadly, “Told you.”

I nodded and closed my eyes. I felt myself being lifted off of the chair, he held me bridle style and I relaxed against him. “What’s your name?” I whispered, starting slowly drifting off.

His chest vibrated with his laughter, “Adrian, love.”

I smiled and slipped out of consciousness.