Saved by a Vampire

Chapter 4

I woke up in a haze, remembering how I'd been “kidnapped” just yesterday. Oh man, I wonder how Hannah's been doing. I haven't seen her in nearly a week now. The thought weighs heavily on my mind. Is she all right? Oh, how I hope she's fine. No, better than fine, she shouldn't even be with her father; she doesn't deserve it.

I hop out of bed and go to a random dresser. I wonder if he got any of my clothes. My eyes instantly widen. Oh geez. Fuck. Did he get any bras? I hope not. That would be so embarrassing...

Opening one of the drawers with one eyes peeked open, it reveals shirts. Next one; pants, shorts, capris. Last one for this dresser; pajamas, tank tops. I go to the next dresser. The first drawer contains socks. The next... DFGSFGSTGGGDFGDSTGDGDFSR HE GOT MY BRAS AND UNDERWEAR? DAMMIT.

Of course at this time, Chris knocks on the door. "Can I come in, or is it a bad time?"

"N-no, it's alright come in," I say after quickly slamming the drawer shut. My face flushes ten-fold right when he walks through the doorway. "U-um... I have to ask you something..."

"Go on," he says.

"Did you um... get my undergarments, or did someone else get them, because I found them in the drawer..." I can't look at him in the eye; it's just so embarrassing.

"Actually," he starts, feeling the awkward atmosphere, "one of my fathers servants, which was a girl," he quickly adds in, "came with me and got those for you." My whole body flourishes with relief.

I sigh and it's not so awkward anymore. Well thank the lord; it wasn't him. I decide that now might be a good time to mention visiting Hannah. Before I can open my mouth, a girl bursts through the door. 

"Chris!" she screams... out of joy, I think? The unknown girl runs up to Chris and hugs him. I feel a slight pang of jealousy in the pit of my stomach, but why should I? "Where have you been? We've been looking all over for you!" she blurts out the question quickly, while still having her arms wrapped around his neck.

"Jamie, I've been busy,” he plainly states. I have a feeling that he doesn't like her... This girl, 'Jamie', swiftly turns her head in my direction. She then sniffs the air, how weird.

"Ah, you brought dinner?" she says, referring to me.

"No, she is not dinner. She is a guest, now leave." Chris' eyes shoot daggers at her, yet it goes unnoticed as she sways herself towards me, completely ignoring Chris.

"So then, you're a guest," she restates what Chris had said. "I'm Jamie, what's your name?" apparently her bubbly side came out, because she sounds happier than ever.

I glance at Chris for approval and he nods his head. "Lily."

"Oh, like the flower?" she asks and I nod my head. "I've always loved that flower! It's my favorite; what's your favorite flower?"  Man, could this girl run her mouth.

"Cherry blossoms." I look over her shoulder and see Chris staring at the floor, looking impatient and annoyed. I think he's having a conniption.

"Sorry if he's cranky, he just hasn't eaten in a while." Jamie says, referring to Chris. I nod my head, knowing what hunger does to you. "I should probably get going,” she says after looking at Chris.

"Wait, what did you mean by me being 'dinner'?" I ask and she just winks at me and leaves. I am so confused right now. Chris looks at me and shrugs, and then finally speaks up.

"Shall we eat?"

"It's your house, so it's up to you," I state.

"Excuse me, but it's your stomach, so you speak up anytime your hungry."

"I'm hungry then," I say and we both laugh a little. 

"Alright then, to the kitchen we go."

He grabbed me some steak, potatoes, corn, and a drink, which I greedily accepted, and said that he had to go somewhere. He said he'd be right back, but it's been an hour already and he's still gone. I'd finished my meal in less than 15 minutes, so I'd decided to clean up and head back to my room.

Right now I'm just sitting on my bed, bored as ever. Normally, I'm used to doing chores, getting slapped when I made the tiniest mistake, and getting demanded to do it right, “or else”.

Out of instinct, I walk out of my room and back to the kitchen. Let's just say that the maids around here don't do such a very good job. There are dirty rags on the floor, spilt red juice (that smelt metallic), and dirty dishes in the sink, cups broken. It's the least I can do to repay them, so why not clean it up?

First thing I decide to do is clean up the red juice. The smell was about to make me pass out. The rag stained red, so I throw it away. There are plenty of other rags in the drawer, so it doesn't matter, right? I then spray a fragrance called 'Fabreez' so the smell would disappear.

The next thing I do is wash the oh-so-filthy-dishes, then I put them away. I wipe down the counters and tables with another rag. It doesn't get stained so I toss it in a basket of what I think is a hamper for them.

The last thing I decide to do before mopping the floors is clean up the glass. I honestly do not want to get an infection by stepping on it. Let me tell you, when you have glass stuck in your foot and have to yank it out, leaving an untreated infection, it sucks. I've had about eleven infections that gone untreated at my mother's house, and it hurt like hell.

After getting all of the glass cleaned up and mopping the floors, I decide to go barefoot for the hell of it. Yeah, my mistake because I trip and I guess I missed a somewhat big piece of glass that's now lodged into my arm.  Blood oozed around the open wound, making me dizzy.

Right on timing, Chris gets back, but something is strange about him. He glances down at my arm and then at my face.

"Don't worry, it's not that bad-" I say but he cuts me off by jolting out of the room, and the last thing I see before he leaves is his red, blood shot eyes.