Bloody Rose

Mia

Somebody was knocking on the door. Angrily I rolled out of bed, knowing that it couldn't be Ashton because she got home hours ago and she was already sleep. I opened one of the French doors and poked my head out.

To my surprise Elijah stood in the doorway. It was raining so he was soaked, his bright green eyes were hungry. "What are you doing here?" I asked.

"Mia." He stared at me. I stared back. His eyes were scanning my outfit. I wore my sports bra and pajama shorts.

Moments of silence went by before he stepped through the door and wrapped his hands around my waist. He kissed me with so much force and passion I thought my heart was going to explode.

"I want you. I need you." He growled against my skin.

Was this really happening?

I ripped off his jacket and shirt. He carried me up the steps. Automatically knowing where my room was he opened the door and let me go in. He shut and locked the door and came behind me with his heavy lustful gaze. In seconds he was right in front me as I stood at the foot of my bed. He kissed my lips and trailed kisses down my neck to the strap of my bra. He tore it off and lightly pushed me on to the bed.

I yanked off his pants, so eager to feel his legs on mine.

He gave me sweet kisses, he was mine.

I was brought back to reality.

Why was I even thinking about Elijah.

He was an asshole.

I was sitting up in my bed, with my back against the head board.

The double doors to my balcony opened and a figure moved through. All I saw was red hair. I assumed it was him.

"Get out." I gritted through my teeth. He moved closer. "Elijah-"

"Asher." The figured corrected. He froze in his position. "It's Asher."

"What are you doing here?" I asked crossing my arms over my chest. He slowly approached the bed.

"Is there room for me?" He asked, I knew there was a smile on his face.

"No just me."

"Why are you pushing me away?" Asher sat on the foot of the bed, his body was facing me.

I wished he would stop his attempts because pretty soon I was going to give in. "Maybe I'm not pushing, maybe I just don't want you." I lied.

"You're lying." He stood up and pulled off his coat and boots. I watched as he climbed on the bed and laid beside me. "Really," his voice changed. He wasn't cocky, he was sweet. The sound of his voice made my heart melt. "I want you so much. You don't understand." He muttered something in Italian and I swear I almost lost it. "I need you."

"You don't." I tried so hard to sound like I wasn't interested but he was reeling me in.

"Baby girl," I was shocked at the name. "I need you so much. I can't stand being in a room with you and not being able to touch you. I hate when you look at my brother with dreamy eyes. I only want you to look at me that way. When he snapped at you I swear I wanted to rip his head off. He doesn't deserve you. I don't either but I need you." He took a hold of my hand and held it.

"You're not being serious." I only wanted him to tell me more.

"I can give you anything you want. You have my word." He moved his hands up to grab my face. "Mia, you're mine. You've been mine, you'll always be mine."

"Stop talking and kiss me." I whispered yearning to feel his lips on mine. He did as told and I swear I almost died.

This was the best feeling and no one could say they had this.

His whispered Italian things to me and I was on edge. It really surprised me that he didn't take my clothes off. I was so high off lust I might have let him.

I fell asleep in his arms, I was comfortable in the arms of a killer.

The next morning I found myself alone. There was a box with an envelope on top of it. My name was written in perfect handwriting. I reached over and grabbed the note to open it.

Baby girl,

I bought you a dress for the dance tonight. I hope you like it. Hopefully you'll let me accompany you. I've left to go attend to prior engagements but if you decide you will allow me to take you I will come.

P.S. I'll come anyway, I just want you to say so.

P.P.S. It was great sleeping with you, hearing your heartbeat. I'll listen to your heartbeat for as long as you want me to. Forever.

-A

I smiled at the note.

What was I doing? I was playing with destiny. Asher was dreamy, sexy and alluring. His green eyes made him so much more magical. I've never felt this way about any guy, let alone a vampire.

He was a monster and I yearned for his hands to touch my skin.

That made me a monster too.