Taken By A Vampire Playboy

Chapter One :

*[Italics = Thoughts]*

Beep! Beep! Beep!

Rolling over, I smacked aimlessly until my hand connected with the snooze button on my screeching alarm.

I am, by NO means, a morning person.

Throwing off my covers, I made the slow transition from laying down to sitting up. When I finally found myself in the upright position, I swung my legs over the side of the bed and walked barefoot across the cold hard-wood flooring to my bathroom.

Locking the door behind me, I immediately peeled off my pajamas and went to run myself a hot bath. On the way to the bathtub, I stopped in front of the mirror.

I looked like a MESS.

My usually waist-length, curly, ebony hair was strewn all over the place in a fluffy mess and dark, puffy bags hung below my eyes.

But hey, working 3 part-time jobs plus volunteer work will do that to a girl, right?

Thank god today was Sunday though.

Breaking away from my self-examination, I continued on my quest to run a hot bath. After the tub was filled half-way with steaming water, I lowered myself in and sighed with content. I live for days when I can just relax without having to worry about working my tail end off.

After soaking in the tub for roughly an hour I stepped out, wrapped myself in a large, fluffy towel, and made my way back to my bedroom.

Looking over at my bedside table, the screen of my phone is lit up and buzzing annoyingly signaling that I've got numerous text messages.

More than likely work schedules for the upcoming week, ugh.

I ignored my phone, turned, and headed to my closet to pick out my outfit for the day.

No work, might as well bum it up.

I smiled to myself. I grabbed a pair of my favorite sweatpants, and an oversized t-shirt. Dropping the towel that was wrapped around me, I shivered when the cool air hit my still damp body and went to my dresser to grab some underwear and a sports bra.

I slipped on my bra and underwear, and quickly pulled on the t-shirt and sweatpants. Grabbing my brush, I ran it through my wet, matted hair and pulled it up in a sloppy bun.

Now what? Food, I want food.

Leaving the comfort of my bedroom, I headed to the kitchen and began to prepare myself breakfast.

What to fix?

I thought it over while I played with the hem of my shirt.

There's still pizza in the fridge? No. Cereal? No. Chocolate chip pancakes? FRICK YES.

I pulled a chair from my small dining room table. Climbing up on it, I got the ingredients I needed to make my breakfast.

As I got down off the chair, though, my pants got snagged. "ARGGHHH!" I fell and my face connected firmly with the kitchen floor. The ingredients needed for my delicious pancakes spilled EVERYWHERE.

Guess it's gonna be one of those days.

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Kinda on the short side, but hey, first chapter is doooone! Well, comment & stuff! Constructive criticism is encouraged, rude comments & insults not so much.

Hope you've enjoyed! (:

~Britt