The Masked Vampire Who Saves My Life And I Don't Even Know His Name

The Masked Man and the Army Man

Chapter 1

I moaped around on my cozy leather sofa with a thick blanket wrapped around me and a tub of cookie dough ice-cream on my lap, digging my spoon into the bucket with fury as my eyes burned from all the crying.

"Oh, why can't I have a man like Leonardo Dicaprio?" I muffled a sob through a mouthful of ice-cream as I watched Romeo and Juliet.

My boyfriend of four years had recently dumped me for a glamour model. A freaking glamour model!

Now, you'll be wondering how the hell he even met a glamour model in the first place.

Well, its the usual story really. He went out to a club and being so hot, he and his friends attracted a group of models. He spent the night with the bleach blonde, blue eyed, pouty liped bitch. Then, out of nowhere they're in love and she's pregnant!

I simply hoped that her career would fall to peices and that she'd get great big red stretchmarks off his spawn that simply couldn't be airbrushed out.

I mouthed a line said by Juliet on the TV, sighed, and filled my mouth up with ice-cream till I looked like a chipmunk.

"Alex Daniels!" Came a sharp female voice behind my apartment door, followed by a deep rasp on my door. "Open this damn door, girl!"

"Go away!" I called back to my best friend, knowing exactly what she was planning.

I heard a jingle and turned to see the door open where Willow came prancing in wearing a tight black dress and killer heels.

"Look at the sight of you!" She tutted, walking over to me and then whipped the blanket from me. I looked down at myself to see I had a pair of pyjama bottoms on, a pair of socks, a grey hoodie, and my hair tied up into the messiest bun known to hair stylists. God knows what my face looked like.

"Have a shower, dry your eyes, get ready and we'll go have fun! Show Jamie that you can get any guy you want!"

"Willow, I just want to eat my ice-cream and watch Romeo and Juliet die." I remarked, holding my ice-cream close to me.

"Only you could make Romeo and Juliet sound really bad." Willow grabbed the ice-cream off me.

"Not fair!" I protested, reaching for the ice-cream.

"If you want this, you can have a shower and eat it while I style that gorgeous hair of yours. You're, like, the only person I know who stays in on a weekend!"

"Shut up. You're out that much the bouncers think you're an escort!"

"Nice, I like that. "Willow Marshall, Escort to Men Who Can't Get a Date"!" She brushed the air as if her name was painted on it.

I simply shook my head at her.

"Now get ready!"

Without having a choice, I was ushered into the bathroom to shower while Willow hunted through my wardrobe for the perfect dress.

As I came out of the bathroom, Willow held up a gorgeous rich purple mini-dress that clung to my figure in all the right places. It nipped in tight at my bust and made my legs look really, really, long and sexy.

"Now, get in the chair woman!" Willow demanded, plugging in the hair dryer. I had long, thich, rich brown hair that took forever to dry. Recently I had a swept side-fringe added along with lots of tiny blonde highlights put in to lighten up my hair. The blonde really did bring out my colorful green eyes that looked like polished green diamonds.