Vampires Will Never Hurt You
I'll Meet Your Eyes, I Mean This Forever
I was laying on a queen sized bed under a blood red comforter. Frank was sitting in a black leather lounge chair to the left of the bed, his lips coated with dried blood. His smile made his black eyes glisten in the candlelight from the night stand between us as he stroked my hand calmly. I noticed the dried blood on his white dress shirt and my heart began pounding again. I felt queasy and began to take in my surroundings. The room was dimly lit by the burning candle sitting on the bedside table between the bed I lay in and Frank's chair. The walls were a dark grey stone and the giant glass windows to my right were behind a thick layer of blood-red curtains with black lace lining the rods they hung from. It reminded me of an old fashioned room in a castle which would belong to a princess. It was dark outside and I could hear the heavy rain splashing against the glass windows.
Frank's cold grasp was starting to freeze my hand so I quickly withdrew my hand from his grip. I threw the blankets off of my body and swung my legs over the edge of the bed, revealing the white night gown I was wearing. Frank pushed back his chair so he was out of the way and watched in amusement as I pushed myself off of the bed; my arms shaky and weak. I stood up and lost my balance, falling back onto the bed. My legs were weak and my knees wobbled under my weight. He sat back in his chair and hitched his left leg over his other knee and crossed his arms over his chest, smirking smugly. Disgruntled, I took a deep breath and stood up again; I was wobbly, but I managed to stand up straight. My knees gave out once more and I lost my balance for a second time and swivelled to my left, throwing both of my arms out in front of me to support me. With the help of Frank's knees, I held myself up. He chuckled to himself as I automatically caught my breath and I looked up at him through my eyelashes. He smiled at me and I blinked. I lifted myself from his knees and stood up, gaining the strength to get to the body length mirror across the ancient room.
I felt like I had no blood in my entire body. I wobbly made my way to my destination across the room, occasionally having to stop to regain my balance. I stopped halfway across the room in a halt and spun around to face Frank. He was still sitting back in the chair, his legs still crossed and he had both elbows on the arm rests and his hands were folded in front of his face sophisticatedly. He looked at me thoughtfully.
"Don't worry, you'll have your strength back in a couple of hours," he smirked.
I stared at him for a long moment then finally turned my back to him, finishing my original destination to the mirror. My bare feet slid across the dark hardwood as I shuffled. After what seemed like twenty minutes, I had finally reached the mirror. I rested my left hand on the tall dresser to my left and wrapped my right one around the edge of the mirror to support me. I gasped as something about the reflection looking back at me made feel uneasy. The girl in the reflection sure looked like me, but it couldn't be. Her skin was a pale white; matching Frank's with black gleaming eyes and dried blood surrounding two punctures in her neck which stained the collar of my low-cut night gown. I looked down at my hands and rotated them, getting a confirming answer that the white of my hands matched the white of the reflection. I lowered my hands and looked back up to the mirror and jumped at the reflection. Frank was standing right behind me. He was looking over my shoulder into the mirror and into my eyes. I broke the gaze as I moved my eyes down to his hands and watched; as well as felt, as he wrapped his arms around my waist and rested his chin on my left shoulder. My eyes flickered back to his dazzling face. After several long and silent moments, he lifted his chin off my shoulder and flicked his black bangs out of his eyes with a single flick of his neck, just before kissing my neck. His cool breath sent chills down my spine.
"You said you wanted to be together forever," he said. "Forever," he repeated, his voice breaking into a whisper.
"Frank, you're scaring me," I whispered. A horrific smirk grew on his face as he raised his head from my neck and looked back into my eyes.
"You should be scared," he replied still smirking; although his eyes displayed no trace of humour.
He suddenly un-wrapped his arms from around my waist and spun me around to face him and placed his hands on my hips. He looked me hard in the eyes, though I hardly recognized him. I could see my terrified expression in the reflection of his glistening black eyes as he continued staring at me. I put my hands on his chest and he pulled me closer. I raised my hand to touch his face but he turned away towards the floor. I lowered my hand back down onto his chest and continued staring at him. Lifting his eyes back to mine, he smiled a mixed smile, his eyes filled with pain and regret, but his lips held a hint of pleasure and happiness.
"I was wrong," he said, lifting his eyes back to mine, "so very wrong."
"About what?" I asked, fear flooding through my veins. He looked back to the floor, ignoring my eyes.
"I should have never done this," he growled. "I should have never hurt you!" he said to the floor, shaking his head. I kept my hands on his chest.
"But you never hurt-"
"It was selfish of me," he cut me off.
There was a long and silent pause. All I could hear was the rain heavily splashing the windows followed by distant thunder. I watched as many emotions crossed his face. Pain. Fear. Pleasure. Anger. Love. Sorrow. Happiness. Guilt. Frustration. He never looked at me; just the floor, and his hands moved to the small of my back and he tugged me closer to him. For a second time, I wanted to raise my hand to stroke his face and smooth out the worry on his lips. Without any further hesitation, I lifted my right hand and pushed his black side bangs out of his eyes, holding onto his beautiful face with both of my hands. I slowly turned his head so he would look at me and he finally met my eyes.
"I'm a monster," he whispered, "you should be afraid of me." My right hand slipped from his cheekbone, landing on his throat and I kept my left hand curved around his jaw. "This is not right."
"Why?" I asked, not believing the words that were coming from his lips. He hesitated, but still held onto my eyes.
"Because," he swallowed, "I'm dangerous," his voice broke into a whisper and he turned back to the floor. I tried to pull his face back to look at me but he wouldn't budge.
"Frank, don't say-" I began, holding his face in both of my hands again. His face shot back to mine.
"Jaime, you don't understand," he growled, his eyes scorching. He had let go of my body and stepped back, causing my hands to fall to my sides. "Look at what I've done to you. I DID THIS!" he shouted, pointing to me.
My muscles began to tense as I finally put everything together.
"It's true," he answered the question I didn't even have to ask. "I wanted to be with you forever," he said in shame, closing his eyes. I still didn't move.
I continued staring at him in disbelief. I began to feel dizzy and felt myself grow weaker with every second. I gasped and my knees gave out. The last thing I remember was hearing his charming voice shout my name just before falling limp in his muscular arms.
And then I woke up with a start. ‹ Chapter 8
Frank's cold grasp was starting to freeze my hand so I quickly withdrew my hand from his grip. I threw the blankets off of my body and swung my legs over the edge of the bed, revealing the white night gown I was wearing. Frank pushed back his chair so he was out of the way and watched in amusement as I pushed myself off of the bed; my arms shaky and weak. I stood up and lost my balance, falling back onto the bed. My legs were weak and my knees wobbled under my weight. He sat back in his chair and hitched his left leg over his other knee and crossed his arms over his chest, smirking smugly. Disgruntled, I took a deep breath and stood up again; I was wobbly, but I managed to stand up straight. My knees gave out once more and I lost my balance for a second time and swivelled to my left, throwing both of my arms out in front of me to support me. With the help of Frank's knees, I held myself up. He chuckled to himself as I automatically caught my breath and I looked up at him through my eyelashes. He smiled at me and I blinked. I lifted myself from his knees and stood up, gaining the strength to get to the body length mirror across the ancient room.
I felt like I had no blood in my entire body. I wobbly made my way to my destination across the room, occasionally having to stop to regain my balance. I stopped halfway across the room in a halt and spun around to face Frank. He was still sitting back in the chair, his legs still crossed and he had both elbows on the arm rests and his hands were folded in front of his face sophisticatedly. He looked at me thoughtfully.
"Don't worry, you'll have your strength back in a couple of hours," he smirked.
I stared at him for a long moment then finally turned my back to him, finishing my original destination to the mirror. My bare feet slid across the dark hardwood as I shuffled. After what seemed like twenty minutes, I had finally reached the mirror. I rested my left hand on the tall dresser to my left and wrapped my right one around the edge of the mirror to support me. I gasped as something about the reflection looking back at me made feel uneasy. The girl in the reflection sure looked like me, but it couldn't be. Her skin was a pale white; matching Frank's with black gleaming eyes and dried blood surrounding two punctures in her neck which stained the collar of my low-cut night gown. I looked down at my hands and rotated them, getting a confirming answer that the white of my hands matched the white of the reflection. I lowered my hands and looked back up to the mirror and jumped at the reflection. Frank was standing right behind me. He was looking over my shoulder into the mirror and into my eyes. I broke the gaze as I moved my eyes down to his hands and watched; as well as felt, as he wrapped his arms around my waist and rested his chin on my left shoulder. My eyes flickered back to his dazzling face. After several long and silent moments, he lifted his chin off my shoulder and flicked his black bangs out of his eyes with a single flick of his neck, just before kissing my neck. His cool breath sent chills down my spine.
"You said you wanted to be together forever," he said. "Forever," he repeated, his voice breaking into a whisper.
"Frank, you're scaring me," I whispered. A horrific smirk grew on his face as he raised his head from my neck and looked back into my eyes.
"You should be scared," he replied still smirking; although his eyes displayed no trace of humour.
He suddenly un-wrapped his arms from around my waist and spun me around to face him and placed his hands on my hips. He looked me hard in the eyes, though I hardly recognized him. I could see my terrified expression in the reflection of his glistening black eyes as he continued staring at me. I put my hands on his chest and he pulled me closer. I raised my hand to touch his face but he turned away towards the floor. I lowered my hand back down onto his chest and continued staring at him. Lifting his eyes back to mine, he smiled a mixed smile, his eyes filled with pain and regret, but his lips held a hint of pleasure and happiness.
"I was wrong," he said, lifting his eyes back to mine, "so very wrong."
"About what?" I asked, fear flooding through my veins. He looked back to the floor, ignoring my eyes.
"I should have never done this," he growled. "I should have never hurt you!" he said to the floor, shaking his head. I kept my hands on his chest.
"But you never hurt-"
"It was selfish of me," he cut me off.
There was a long and silent pause. All I could hear was the rain heavily splashing the windows followed by distant thunder. I watched as many emotions crossed his face. Pain. Fear. Pleasure. Anger. Love. Sorrow. Happiness. Guilt. Frustration. He never looked at me; just the floor, and his hands moved to the small of my back and he tugged me closer to him. For a second time, I wanted to raise my hand to stroke his face and smooth out the worry on his lips. Without any further hesitation, I lifted my right hand and pushed his black side bangs out of his eyes, holding onto his beautiful face with both of my hands. I slowly turned his head so he would look at me and he finally met my eyes.
"I'm a monster," he whispered, "you should be afraid of me." My right hand slipped from his cheekbone, landing on his throat and I kept my left hand curved around his jaw. "This is not right."
"Why?" I asked, not believing the words that were coming from his lips. He hesitated, but still held onto my eyes.
"Because," he swallowed, "I'm dangerous," his voice broke into a whisper and he turned back to the floor. I tried to pull his face back to look at me but he wouldn't budge.
"Frank, don't say-" I began, holding his face in both of my hands again. His face shot back to mine.
"Jaime, you don't understand," he growled, his eyes scorching. He had let go of my body and stepped back, causing my hands to fall to my sides. "Look at what I've done to you. I DID THIS!" he shouted, pointing to me.
My muscles began to tense as I finally put everything together.
"It's true," he answered the question I didn't even have to ask. "I wanted to be with you forever," he said in shame, closing his eyes. I still didn't move.
I continued staring at him in disbelief. I began to feel dizzy and felt myself grow weaker with every second. I gasped and my knees gave out. The last thing I remember was hearing his charming voice shout my name just before falling limp in his muscular arms.
And then I woke up with a start. ‹ Chapter 8
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