Welcome to Gaia! :: View User's Journal | Gaia Journals

talk2hand sooooooooooooo...this is chapter two....i think its the worse chapter i have written, but i guess thats just my point of view. anyways..here it is if anyone bothers to read it.

Chapter 2: who are you?!
She suddenly opens her eyes, and she rubs them slowly in an attempt to get the sleep out from them. “where….?” she soon feels a pressure on her waist that she had not noticed at first. She looks down. Laying across her waist there is an arm. The arm is white, so white that it almost appears to be translucent. As her eyes drift up the arm she gasps. Its the man from last night. She looks at his face. His dirty blonde hair is strewn around his face, she can tell that its longer than most men’s hair. His eyes are closed, but for some reason she remembers that his eyes were a deep emerald green. Slowly she reaches her arm out and touches his cheek. His skin is soft, yet ice cold. She snaps her hand back, for she feels something in her heart. It feels almost like a spark. Like something inside her heart has begun to stir, as if it swelled to the top of her heart and then sunk back down. She clutches her hands closed and draws them to her chest. She closes her eyes and shakes her head. Whatever that feeling was, she knows it isn’t right. Someone like her shouldn’t have feelings for someone like him. Slowly she touches the marks on her neck. His teeth marks. The place where his lips touched. The only remnant from last night. She looks around the room. good…no one else seems to be here…she steps off of his bed, her feet making little padding noises on the cold linoleum.
From his position on the bed, he watches her get off the bed and tiptoe to his bedroom door. He doesn’t get off of the bed at first, because he is naked and believes that it would make things to uncomfortable between them. “hey, where do you think you’re going?” he asks her, there is almost an accusing tone in his voice.
She shrinks back as she realizes she’s been caught. But despite that, she gazes at him, fire evident in her eyes. “I’ll tell you where I’m going,” she states, “if you sir, would be so kind as to tell me who you are.”
“you know that dress looks simply ravishing on you, my pet.” he states this as he lifts himself from the bed in one fluid motion. Almost as if his whole body moves in unison. He leaves the blanket wrapped around his waist.
Her whole face flushes red, but she knows he is only trying to distract her. She has to keep her composure if she is going to trick him. “that’s not funny!!! Can you please just answer my question?!”
“I cannot do that. For if I revealed to you who I am my pet, I’m afraid you might run away. He looks around the room, and realizes, that despite everything, she is in the process of doing that very thing. He breathes deeply, drawing the fresh air into his lungs, and then releasing it altogether. “fine. You truly wish to know me? To know who I am?” she nods, for even though this is what she wanted, she doesn’t know what to suspect. “my name is Lio Noizi, and as I’m sure you have guessed, I am a vampire. But not only am I a vampire, I have found myself to have fallen deeply and irresistibly in love with you.” he bows as he says this, as if he has just given her the greatest gift in all of mankind. He begins to step closer to her, wanting nothing more than to hold her tightly to his chest, and to feel the heartbeat that he himself no longer possessed. He wants nothing more than for her to love him…no matter how difficult that would be, it was truly all he wanted. But he knew that he must control himself. He knew that if he attempted this now, he would only frighten her more than he already had. But soon, she would understand.
She gazed at him. From his sly smile to the blanket that covered his feet. “a vampire?! How can that be?! I Thought they only existed in folklore?! I-” he raised his hand to silence her, shaking his head slightly.
“Those are things that I do not have permission to speak so openly about. Besides, you are planning on leaving me. How do I know you wont take my information and give it to someone who might want to kill me?”
“what…what if I told you I wouldn’t run away?” she laughed inside herself. yeah, I wont run until after I have all the information. “I wont run away, only if you promise to tell me everything. And to not leave anything out.”
he slightly moves his head, flipping his bangs out of his eyes. “do you mean it?” he asks her. Joy was clearly in his eyes, even if it didn’t show on his face.
“I promise.” the words barely left his lips when he smiled with happiness. Once again, he wanted to hug her. For she had made him so happy. But he still had to push his urges aside.
“splendid. Meet me in half an hour for breakfast. When you decide to leave this room, across the hall, there is a room for you filled with all the clothes you could ever possibly imagine.” he leaves her with those words, and he turns around and walks to his closet. He begins to loosen his grip on the blanket. Although she cant see his face there is a light smile tugging at his lips.
She closes her eyes hard as she realizes what he is about to do. She turns, her face red, and runs out of his room slamming the door behind her. She is breathing heavily, but she unscrews her eyes and see’s the door in front of her. Slowly, she opens the door and steps inside. She spins, looking around her. it’s a huge room, with everything a girl could ever want or dream of having. There is jewelry, satin, and the biggest fluffiest bed she has ever seen in her entire lifetime. And there in the corner, is an old oak wardrobe. She stepped over to it, and slowly she opened the double doors.
He stood there, in his room, the blanket in a pile at his feet. His pale skin is glistening like the morning dew, in the artificial light from his lamp. He opened the black doors of his wardrobe, and there on the inside, where piles of dozens and dozens of clothes. A single sigh escapes from him. All these clothes, and only one person will ever see him in them. He quickly glances through the inside of his wardrobe, and finally decides on a long-sleeved black shirt. He pulls it over his head. It fits tight over his muscles but still looks attractive. He pulls also, from another pile of clothes, an old pair of jeans. The rest of the clothes in that pile tumble to the floor, but he doesn’t care. He’ll pick them up later. The only thing that really has his interest right now, is impressing the one he loves. That’s not all he wants to wear though. He wants to look nicer than this. Lastly, from the floor, he picks up a green jacket, and a blue scarf. He sets the scarf on the nightstand near his bed. He wants to put the jacket on first. He slips it over his arms, letting it lay comfortably on his shoulders. He then lightly lays the blue scarf around his neck. After getting dressed, he steps into the small bathroom that is adjoined to his own room. From the counter next to the sink, he picked up two small earrings. The first was a small maroon stud, which he placed in the earlobe of his left ear. The other was a dangly brown crystal which he placed in the cartilage of his right ear. Without either of these earrings he wouldn’t be able to go outside, they were a charm against the sun, something that he treasured highly.
She stood in front of the open wardrobe, in front of all the clothes he had bought and gathered for her, and for her only. There were so many…how did he ever expect her to decide? “I guess I’ll begin with this pile…” she picked the entire pile up, and carried across the room where she sat it down. On the very top of the pile, there was a green headband. She considered the fact that she had yet to brush her hair, and decided this would be a good idea. She slipped it onto her head, pulling a little of her bangs through, so she would still look cute. She then found a little pink ribbon which she tied in a bow around her neck. She tied it there so it would cover his teeth marks. I bet he’s still waiting for me to undress. She thought this as a knew thought entered her mind. She for some reason, found herself wanting to look cute for him. Because of this, she began looking for the smallest thing to add to her wardrobe. On a table by the bed, she spotted a vase of flowers. She silently strolled over to the vase of flowers, delicately taking out two yellow flowers. She tore the stems off of them, and placed them behind her left ear. She then walked back over to the bed. On the bed, she spotted a white t-shirt. Yes, it was plain, but she still wanted to wear it. Sometimes the simplest of things can be the most beautiful. She slowly glanced around the room. She wanted to make sure there was no one there to watch her undress. When she was finally confident enough, she placed her hand on the zipper at the side of her dress and unzipped it. Slowly she let the dress fall off her and to her ankles. It left her soft white skin exposed in the open. She shivered at the slight chill in the air, her entire body now covered in goosebumps. She grabbed the t-shirt and slipped it over her head. It fit loosely, which was fine with her. She then grabbed a pair of jeans and pulled them on as well.
She left the room, feeling flustered that he was probably waiting on her. She looked around, still uncomfortable in her new surroundings. He too walked down the hall, only a few short steps ahead of her. He hummed to himself quietly as he felt something rub up against his ankle as he walked. It was his black cat, koru. He bent down, and stroked the cat softly.
He seems nice…she thought but that still doesn’t explain why he wants me here…I mean, yeah he says he loves me….but…me? Why would he love me? she was too deep in thought to notice the very man she was thinking of bent down in front of her. He strokes the cats short black fur, taking in the shine it seems to have, and wondering why this cat seemed to be the only thing in this world that liked, dare he say, even loved him. He sat there pondering this among other things, when he feels a heavy mass in his side. He jerks his head to the side only to see the one he loves tripping over him.
They both fall too the floor as he lays there with tears in his eyes. He looks at her, his blue eyes tearing up. “you know, that really hurt.” he says as he somewhat sits up. She slides onto the floor, for she had been on top of him. “you should watch out where your going next time!” he stands, brushes himself off, and then extends his hand for her to take.
She glares up at him. How dare he be so rude to her. She didn’t realize he was there, that’s all. She thought he had left ages ago….she didn’t do it on purpose. “well, maybe you shouldn’t be kneeling in the hallway for no reason!!” she snapped back at him. Her face flushes red as she knocks his hand aside and stands up by herself. “why were you even standing here in the first place?”
“if you must know, I was kneeling here petting my cat.” he pats his leg twice and the cat comes out from his hiding place, and jumps up, landing on his shoulder.
She glares at him, mad at her lack of words. She’s mad at herself at ever letting herself get worried over him. She doesn’t love him, so why is she so angry? He lifts his hand to his head, realizing that his hair is still pulled back from this morning. He pulls the hair tie out of his hair, letting it fall to his shoulders. He smiles, his eyes twinkling.
She looks away from him, not wanting to let herself fall for him. She needed to trick him so she could get home. And she couldn’t do that if she started to love him. Again, he extends his hand, but this time, he rests it on her shoulder. “Well, we are going to be late for our breakfast. Come with me, and we‘ll talk.”
“yes.” she answers him. A smile, although hidden by her hair, crosses her face. And she walks there with him.