I'm Being Stalked By A Ghost & Hunted By A Vampire

Part Sixty-Six

AN:

So here is the next chapter, terribly sorry for not posting sooner. Editing has become a chore and I feel like I'm repeating myself with the words I use! Trying to be more creative! Anyways I also need to catch up on my homework now! I hate how busy the holidays are! It throws me right off of my schedule! I'm beginning to turn into a grinch! :'( SAD FACE!

Anywho!

LETS START THIS! 

(While I go slave over two weeks of homework I neglected!)

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"Wake up Em." You slowly open your eyes, only one person calls you Em. You sit up fast, only to have the room spin violently and fall back down. "Hasten?" you mumble, feeling drained of energy.

You feel a soft bed beneath you as you slowly open your eyes. The room is dark, but you are still able to see from the light that escapes through the curtains.

You tilt your head to the side and watch Rumor come into focus; he is leaning against the headboard, sitting up, and looking down at you.

"I feel insulted." He half-jokes as he smiles towards you. Your body feels heavy as you attempt to get back up.

"I can't really move," you say dazed as Rumor laughs, "I must have taken too much blood." You felt too weak to reply as you laid on your side, your eyes watching Rumor carefully.

"I guess I can give you some of my blood. At least replenish the energy I took from you." He states, as if he were doing you a favor.

He reaches over grabbing a hold of your body, and lifts you up off the bed on to him. You end up straddling his hips as you face-plant into his pecks, finding that you are unable to hold yourself up.

"Rumor..." You groan into his chest as you feel Rumors hands rest on your hips.  "Calm down babe," he traces his hands up the sides of your body, up to your shoulders as he props you up and keeps you stable with one hand

. You head felt heavy as it bobbed forward, not having the strength to support the weight. Rumor takes his free hand, making a small incision, just above his collarbone.

 "Here, drink." He says as your body is pulled forward. Your lips make contact with his skin causing your eyes to open. You taste the moderately sweet substance that has slipped past your parted lips and attempt to keep it from entering.

"You need to drink until I tell you so." You shake your head as Rumor scorns you like a child, "Drink."

Your body listens to his request as your lips encase the wound he has inflicted and lap the blood as it pools in your mouth. Rumor waits unusually long to give you the signal to pull away, but eventually releases his suggestive hold on you.