Bloody Rose

Chapter 1: Him...

I woke up with no memory of anything that had happened before yesterday. All I could remember was my name and that this was my house and mine alone. I also remember the guy from last night. The one whose name I did not know. I heard a noise coming from upstairs. As I began to walk towards the stairs, I heard another sound, a crash.

I rushed up the stairs, getting to the top faster than I would've expected. I walked into my room and the scent of something sweet and coppery enthralled my senses. The sickeningly sweet scent was all I could think about until I felt something changing within my eyes and a tingling pain in my mouth. I brought my hand to my mouth and felt something prick my finger. When I looked at it, I realised there was a hole in it. The scent from earlier invaded my nose again, causing me to completely forget about the weird sensations coming from my eyes and mouth. I looked around, looking for the source of the smell and spotted a shot glass filled to the brim with a thick red liquid. When I grabbed the glass and gulped it down, I didn't even notice the man from last night lying on my bed as if he owned the place.

"Hello?" I said, annoyed.

He seems familiar.

"Do you remember me?" the man nodded and I continued. "I'm afraid you never told me your name."

"Lucifer." He confidently stated. He spoke with a thick, southern Irish accent. He had bright blue eyes and dark, straight hair. He was tall with an inverted triangle physique, complementing his sharp jawline and chiselled nose. Overall, he looked...studly. The man named Lucifer was looking absolutely sure of himself, despite him being in someone else's house.

"Okay, Lucifer. Do you know what happened to me?" I could hear the panic in my voice. Technically I didn't kill anyone by drinking their blood. Right?

"Yes, but tell me your name first." I could hear something was off with the way he was speaking.

"My name is Arabella." I replied confidently. He looked at me with a devilish smirk. It was then that I realised the guy was completely unfazed. Even though I had just downed a shot of blood in his presence.

"What are y-"

The man burst out laughing. It was oddly comforting.

"Sorry, I don't know what came over me." He said through laughter. "You must be some special vampire with your eyes turning yellow and all that."

What was he talking about? Vampires?

"Let me introduce myself again. I'm Lucifer. Lucifer Bates. You must've heard of me." He was so arrogant that I was almost afraid of what he thought he could do to me.

As I repeated his name in my head, the dreams that I had every single night for the past 1,000 years slowly trickled back into my mind. My memories had returned and the dreams were so specific. It was almost as if they had actually happened.

"Nope, never heard of you." I lied ."Since you told me your last name I feel obligated to tell you mine. I'm Arabella. Arabella Thornton."

He must've found my response quite amusing as the devilish smirk from before was plastered on his face again. I grabbed him by the arm and threw him out of the opened window on my right, jumping right after him. He lay there, on the pavement, groaning in pain. He was obviously being over dramatic. Luckily I lived on the outskirts of town or I would have had a lot of people to kill.

"What was that for?"

"You were being annoying."

His signature smirk returned and I flipped him off. We started walking, heading in the general direction of the nearest forest.

"So Belle, you seem very familiar. Like the very presence of you gives me deja vu." I glanced at him, trying to see if he somehow knew about my dreams and was messing with me.

"Only my friends call me Belle and you, sir, are not a friend of mine." I fibbed. Only he calls me Belle, but he doesn't know that since it's in my dreams.

"But I like it, it seems natural. Like it belongs to me." He seemed lost in thought.

That's because it does belong to you.

I wanted to say that so badly, but I kept my mouth shut, remembering every moment that he called me Belle in my life-like dreams.

"Well you cannot use it Pulcher Lamia (handsome vampire)." He stopped walking and turned his entire body around to face me.

"You speak Ancient Latin?"

Crap.

"No." At this moment I didn't know if he was a part of the Ten or not so I couldn't trust him just yet.

"How did you know about that name then?" What?

"Sorry, I didn't mean to, it just-" He cut me off.

"Felt so natural?" He had a knowing look in his eye. Does he see the dreams too?

"Yes I do." He responded to my thoughts. Did I say that out loud?

"What?" My guess is he heard that too and was just as confused as I was.

"How did you do that?"

He gave me a look that told me everything I needed to know. He shared and knew every dream that I had, meaning they were not just dreams. They were memories.

Another one played in my mind. One I do not recall. It was dated at the time the Ten were cursed. Lucifer was the tenth, the one that was said to have died. But, it seems that he didn't. He just disappeared without a trace.

In those memories, Lucifer could read my mind after spending a few minutes with me, every time that we had met. So I guess it had started again, an endless cycle that always ended up pulling us apart.

"So I guess I can call you Belle then?" I looked up expecting to see the recurring smirk again, but instead saw a very confused Lucifer.

"And I can call you Pulcher Lamia..." This was too weird to make jokes about at the moment.

"You know what? I have a place I want to show you." He turned around and began walking again, leading me in a different direction to where we were heading before.