A Dark Love

Vampires

Hey guys! So this book is going really well and I have you guys to thank you for that! So this one is for you guys. But special shoutout to @AndreaMartinez0203 , she or he is always the first one to comment on my books and vote on them so thank you. Let's continue with the story shall we?

Jughead POV:

I was chilling on the bed. Veronica was taking a shower, and after that I would.

Knock Knock

What was that?

I go to open the door to be met by a guy. He was wearing a black suit.

"Sir I came to inform you that the water level has gone down seriously low and you only have a little water left."

"Thank you sir. I will inform my friend-erm- Veronica that."

I know sad that I can't call her my friend. No matter how much she has helped me, her dad is still a big pain in the ass.

"Veronica, there isn't much water left, it's my turn!"

"I haven't finished washing my hair yet!" She yells back.

"Well, I need to take a shower still."

"The shower's big enough, you can join I don't mind but at least but on some under clothes."

"Okay!"

Great showering with my 5th least favorite person on Earth.

1st. Hiram Lodge

2nd. Penny Peabody

3rd. Malchai

4th. Nick St Clair

5th. Veronica Lodge

I take off my shirt and pants leaving my underpants on. I grab a towel and make my way to the bathroom. As I walk inside I can see steam coming out of the fog. I see Veronica's silhouette and see her wave to me to come inside.

I walk in and see Veronica in her underpants and bra.

"Look this doesn't have to be weird," she starts saying, "I'll face one way, and you face the other."

Fine by me. The only thing torturing me right now is how hot she's looking.

Veronica POV:

When Jughead came in I couldn't help but stare at his abs.

Was he always insanely hot?

I look behind me and stare at Jughead's back. A long scar.

"Jughead?" I ask softly.

I could sense he was confused. To be fair I didn't call him Forsythe which is probably why he's confused.

"Yeah?" He says.

"Why is there a huge scar across your back?"

His neck snaps up.

He quickly turns around facing me.

"Um, just Betty- doing- something like- role play, yeah." He stutters.

I put my hand on his chest and look him in the eye. "Why is there a scar?"

He sighs. "I got it when I was little. My mom was always the rough type. She asked me to carry out tasks at the age 7. One day I went to go fetch the blood of a bear. The bear saw how small I was and took a one of his claws and scrapped me across the back. The bear was about to eat me," he looked sternly and angry, "My friend saved me. My friend was eaten by the bear while I ran away."