Sin Lust A Vampire

23| Fashionable Ghost

As I stepped into the shower, it's the first time I noticed how detailed and equipped the shower was. The panel has more than a hundred options you can choose to regulate: water temperature, pressure, soaps, shampoos, scents, oils, and massaging sponges. When you step out on a mat, heaters come on that blow-dry your body. Instead of struggling with knots in my wet hair, I merely place my hand on a box that sends a current through my scalp, untangling, parting, and drying my hair almost instantly. It floats down around my shoulders in a glossy curtain. I then reached for the bottle of labelled Mystere Rochas as I unscrewed the bottle the smell of an icy winter, it is a freshness of the early spring morning, smelling so beautifully that it is impossible not to respond to their quiet whisper, to their beguiling call.

"Naomi, can you please pass the comb and brush!" I called out, breaking myself from the trance the smell had cast upon me. I hear her tumbling as she rushes to the door.

"Uh...here..."

As I styled my hair, I thought back to the incident with the drunk man. I must be the unluckiest person. I probably shouldn't have gone out with Naomi. My dad was calm about it. He gave my mother the decision to make or not go, and it turned out that I ended up getting kidnapped.

What if my dad planned it all to teach me some lesson, he always had a dramatic way of teaching me a lesson? Flashbacks of previous occurrences flashed before me. But what was strangest of all was how the drunk man paused and looked at me before he threw the bottle at me. It's as if he had an agenda.

"Abigail, what are you doing so long in there? He just wants to talk to you, it isn't a date!"

I couldn't help but blush. It was the thought of him and Chelsea on a date. I wondered if they would laugh as they looked in each other's eyes, as they sparkled with desire, happiness, love.

Bang Bang!

"Abby, are you daydreaming about him?"

I scoffed.

"You always come up with these ridiculous ideas."

"You didn't answer my question. Were you?"

"What! No! Girl, get a grip out yourself, that's the last thing on my mind," I continued.

"Plus if Sebastian decides to kill me my ghost outfit will be looking cute and whoever sees my ghost gonna be like, 'Wow that's one fashionable ghost'" I said as both me and Naomi laughs.

"But seriously Abby hurry up you need to be in his office by 10:30 he has other business meetings to attend, and now it is 10:20.

"SHIT!"

I quickly pulled on my blue jeans and a padded black and white shirt with brown sandals.

"Lookout, I'm coming out in a minute."

I pulled my hair in a high updo and pushed the door open from my closet.

"That's what you put on after the whole talk about, 'I'm going to be a fashionable ghost' talk," she says, mimicking me. Bursting into a quick fit of laughter.

When she finally cools down her notion for me to follow her.

As I walked down the hall, cold sweat glistened on my furrowed brows. With my hands clasped tightly in front of my stomach, I constantly fiddled with my knuckles, weaving my fingers in and out of each other. I looked over at Naomi, who was casually walking beside me, her face untraceable with emotion.

"So where is this office again? Is it the one we saw?"

"Ah, no, we're going to his main office."

"Ohhh." was all I replied.

"How do you even know where these places are?"

"Ohhh, well myself and Lazarus may have been sneaking out when you were sleeping. No offence, but you sleep like a log." Naomi says, laughing.

I gasped.

"Take that back, it isn't true!"

"Shhh, not so loud, gosh," she whispered.

After a few minutes of turning and walking down corridors. We arrived at a black doubled door, the warmth that I felt before is now replaced with a chilly feeling. Something about those doors sent shivers down my spine. Fear gripped me by the throat, making it difficult to breathe. I began to clench my fist unconsciously until my nails dug into the palms of my hands, but I barely noticed. The only thing I'm aware of is the sound of my heart throbbing against the cage of my chest. It's only until Naomi's worried face appears in front of me with panic in her eyes, I realise I've bitten my lips badly and It's bleeding.

"Abigail, Abigail, Abigail?" Naomi's distorted voice calls, each call becoming clearer.

"Your lip's bleeding."

"I'm going to be okay."

"Okay, well it's going to be okay,"

With that, I knocked on the door twice when a strong authoritative, seductive voice says.

"Come in," I knew too well who that voice belonged to and what it did to me.

I reached for the doorknob; the metal sending a cold invitation like it's owner. What awaited me behind these doors only heavens know, and I pray it's a good adventure compared to that of my life. 

A/N

Hey guys...I know I know I don't get to walk in and say Merry Christmas and the works. I'm sorry please forgive me. I made this chapter long hope you loved it..

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