DARK ; vampire!au

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His eyes. They're beautiful. I couldn't help but notice the deep blue ocean that surrounds his pupils. It's so easy to become trapped when his eyes meet yours.

"And what is your name?" He asks, sliding his hands under mine to lift me back on my feet.

Once I was standing, his fingers slip away. I slowly looked up at him again, playing with the end of his t-shirt that I was wearing. My heart starts beating unusually fast, I've never felt this way around anyone.

On top of the rushing heartbeat, my eyes dip to his lips, studying the curve of his cupid's bow. And the way his lips shine. They're so .. kissable.

"My name is Angel."

"Well, Angel."

He reaches his hand to the top of his head, slowly running his fingers through his raven hair. In which I wanted to touch, so badly.

"Come with me."

I feel his fingers slide between mine and he slightly pulls, guiding me through the bedroom door. We make way through a hallway, to the right lying a guard rail for the stairs. There were several other doors spread apart by a few feet down the rest of the hallway, but he turned to take the stairs instead. His grip on my hand remained firm as he guided me further throughout the house.

At the end of the stairs was a luxurious wonderland. A fancy kitchen, living room with several sofas, a mounted TV, and a warm fireplace. And of course a dining room. There was a diamond chandelier in the middle of it all which caught my eye. In the midst of me admiring his home, Jeon turns back to look at me. I had a huge smile on my face as I looked beneath my feet. The floors were white vibrant marble, and felt very cold. This has to be a dream, there's no way all of this is real.

"Jeon?" I curled my toes.

"Yes, Angel." He answers, an amused tone of voice.

He leads me over to the dining table and pulls a chair out for me to sit down.

"Am I dreaming? Is this real? Are you real?"

He chuckles, showing off his perfect smile, and waits for me to settle before pushing me in.

"Yes, this is real. I promise."

I looked at the table and noticed all the breakfast food that had been placed there. Smoke arises from the dishes and I take in that delicious smell. God, it smells like home.

"Please, help yourself." He suggests, sitting across from me.

There was endless choices. Pancakes, eggs, bacon, toast, milk, orange juice, and- whipped cream. You're kidding me. I didn't hesitate to reach over and use the spatula to get me a pancake, squeezing maple syrup all over before spraying endless whipped cream. Oh God, I'm in heaven.

I licked my lips as I grabbed a fork, using a knife to cut a few pieces before stuffing each slice into my mouth. I haven't had a cooked meal in so long. It's been years.

"What do you want to drink? Milk or orange juice?"

He smiles, watching me stuff my face with food. I quickly chew, laughing after I swallowed all of it and finally spoke.