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I woke up in Oliver's arms. And it was no surprise he hadn't woken up yet. I smiled lightly looking at him. He was innocent.
It intrigued me how he was so innocent, but I could see behind the think layer. Behind it was pain. He hid it well, but not well enough. I could see it. Hell, I created the method.
I guess I gravitated towards innocent people. I always was attracted to something different than me. I always loved variety, options. And who can deal with something just like them, seriously?
I got up slowly heading toward the kitchen. I got a pan out of the cabinet quietly setting it on the stove. I grabbed some eggs and bacon out of the fridge. I stood back looking at the stove.
Damn it's old...
I shook my head turning the stove on. I cracked the eggs into the pan realizing I needed another pan. So grabbed a medium sauce pan setting it next to my other pan on the stove. I turned it on putting the bacon letting it sizzle.
I took a quick glance at Oliver. He was laying on his stomach sprawled across the couch. One of his legs were hanging off the couch under the cover. His hair was complete mess. He looked like a little boy who just finished his baseball tournament the night before.
I giggled lightly freaking myself out. What the hell was that I thought. It seemed like forever since I giggled. Apparently around Oliver I was prone to happy little firsts that hadn't happened in awhile.
I looked back at the stove realized I was burning the bacon. I quickly flipped it. I turned to the eggs scrambling them. I grabbed the salt and salted the eggs. I did the same with the pepper.
After about ten minutes I had made about ten pieces of almost burnt bacon, and salty scrambled eggs. I fixed both mine and Oliver's plate. I set the plates on the coffee table.
I shook Oliver lightly seeing if he was in one of his deep slumbers. I ended up having to take his pillow and covers. He curled up in ball because of this. I shook him harder getting no results. I screamed him name only then did he show a sign of waking up.
"Oliver, I cooked breakfast." I said softly hoping food would wake him up. And only then his fluttered open. He smiled from ear to ear stretching his arms out. "I guess you slept well." I concluded as he yawned nodding his head.
He sat up and I handed him his plate sitting next to him. We started eating in perfect silence until I looked over at Oliver who seemed to be struggling eating.
I immediately knew what the problem was. "Eggs are salty." I nodded my head eating my eggs. He nodded coughing a bit. "I guess you got the first egg. I knew I over salted that one." He stared at me for minute then continued to eat. He tried the bacon, but it seemed to be a bit tuff. "You might've gotten the first batch on bacon too. You know I'll just go and fix us a sandwich." I said defeated getting up, but he stopped me grabbing my wrist.
"I think you've cooked enough, I'll cook." He kissed my cheek walking over to the kitchen. He looked around the kitchen like he'd never seen it before.
I started laughing hysterically. He looked completely confused, not that that was anything new. "What are you laughing at? He asked almost on the defense.
When my laughing calmed down a little I replied, "You." He looked a bit confused with aggravation laced into it.
"What is that supposed to mean?" He was the defense completely now.
"No that's not what I meant. You just looked like you've never been in a kitchen before." I explained to him.
His face lit up a little and he nodded. "To tell you the truth I've never really cooked anything before." He admitted.
I looked at him shocked. "Never?"
"Never."
I got up off the couch grabbing the two plates. I dumped the food in the garbage and put the plates in the sink. I walked over to the fridge grabbing eggs and bacon. "Well that changes today." I smiled looking up at Oliver.
He kissed my cheek sweetly. "Okay, let's get down to business. Grab the pans." I ordered in my a very pushy tone.
Oliver saluted me replying, "Yes ma'am." I giggled at his humor. He grabbed the pans and set them on the stove. He hugged me from behind and kissed my cheek. I turned on the stove and cracked the eggs.
He continued to stay behind me. I was about to salt the eggs, but he stopped me. "We can salt it when we eat it. We don't want to make it salty." he warned me.
I put the salt down and continued to scramble the eggs. I put the bacon going. "Uh, babe I think you should flip it." he suggested.
"It's raw." I informed after I flipped it.
"How is it raw?"
"You see how it's pink. It's not done." I pointed out. He nodded his head understanding. I continued to cook it. Surprising not over cooking it.
We sat down and ate on the couch. It wasn't as bad as the first batch, I mean it was editable. It was nice how our silence felt more like peace, than something uncomfortable.
After we finished we just sat and talked about old stories. He told me stories of his first days working in the castle. I told him some of the stories about the times I had with London, and how I really didn't like her at first. We laughed the whole afternoon.
We took a nap around two. We cuddled on the couch fading as we told stories. We fell asleep in the middle of a story. We woke up around five.
We had dinner which was just a sandwich. Considering neither of us knew crap about cooking it wasn't too bad.
We just talked for the rest of the evening. Just random things. We talked about our ideas and point of views on different things.
It was the most peace I had had in a long time. For the first time in a long time I didn't put up a wall. He seemed to be able to decode me. It was intimidating in a way. My defense didn't work with him. I loved how he understood me. He was something rare. He was something... undiscovered.
We were leaving tomorrow, and I wasn't looking forward to it. I wanted this day to never end. But all things come to an end, right?
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The Journey to Escaping Darkness (Book 1)
VampirYou can't ever completely erase pain. Somehow it'll leave behind a memory. And sometimes you need more than just yourself to escape the darkness that's added up for over a thousand years.