Chpater 4

The moment I realized what I was doing, I pulled back, my eyes wide. I was probably as shocked as she was, maybe even more. Our eyes met, and I saw so many conflicting emotions in her eyes.

She gazed at me with a hint of sadness in her expression, put her hand on the back of my neck, and gently pulled my face back to hers. She ran one hand through my hair and the other down my arm, making my skin prickle and raising goosebumps. I felt her lips move against mine and was too shocked to kiss her back, but then I felt it.

It was like energy was running through our lips, and warmth spread across mine, turning my whole body into a burning flare.

I softly kissed her back, and as the kiss got more intense, that strange feeling of warmth cursed through my body, and my heart started beating faster. I felt her hand tug at the cuffs on my wrists and realized she wanted to take them off. I hesitantly pulled away from her, not really wanting to. She used the same key she had used on the cuffs binding my ankles and removed the ones on my wrists. I rubbed my wrists where the cuffs had left red lines, and looked up at her, trying to thank her with my eyes because I had lost the ability to speak. Her lips were flushed, and her cheeks were pink like she was blushing.

"I'm so sorry, that was way out of line, I don't know what came over me," she said. She sounded a little out of breath, and her voice was raspy, but still the same velvety voice I'd heard before.

I looked down, trying to find my voice. I opened my mouth and closed it a couple of times, probably looking like a dumbfounded idiot.

I finally took a deep breath and managed to say, "It was my fault. I'm so sorry."

It was barely above a whisper, but I knew she had heard me.

She moved closer to me and grabbed my wrist to look at the red marks the cuffs had left. "I'm sorry," she repeated after me.

My heart started beating faster when I felt her cold touch, and I knew she could feel my pulse. Her lips tugged up into a sad smile, and her eyes met mine again.

Wrong move, lady.

I instantly got lost in her intense gaze and involuntarily closed the space between us, until my lips were about an inch away from hers. I then caught myself and shut my eyes tight, "Fuck, I'm sorry." I said.

She responded by brushing her lips against mine. We stayed in that position for a minute, hesitantly brushing our lips against the other's and then pulling back. We fought against our increasingly carnal urges until she seemed to have made up her mind as she pressed her lips against mine and pushed me down onto the bed. She was on top of me, straddling me like I had done to her a moment before.

She intertwined her fingers with mine and pinned my arms above my head. Wherever our bodies touched became a newfound raging fire for my synapses, but it was a good burn.

I was overwhelmed by the kind of feeling you get when you're in awe of something, and my head couldn't form a coherent thought.

She started to kiss down my jaw and neck, and I let out an involuntary whimper when her lips left mine. As she was kissing my neck, I felt her whole body tense, and something sharp press against my neck, like she was grazing her teeth over my skin. She instantly pulled back, and within a second, she was standing at the other side of the room, one hand over her mouth. I just sat there, too shocked to speak.

What. The. Actual. Fuck. Did she just teleport or something?

She must have noticed my shocked expression and turned around, so all I could see was her back. She was shaking one of her legs nervously, tapping her heel against the floor. Then she put her hands over her face in frustration.

"Shit," I heard her say. She paused for a while and took a deep breath, "I have to go." She unlocked the door, and I panicked, not wanting her to leave without an explanation.

"Wait! Don't go!"

She turned around, and I noticed her eyes had darkened, and she looked angry, "What?" She spat at me.

"What the fuck just happened?! Don't you think I deserve a goddamn explanation?!" I replied, angry at her attitude.

She looked slightly taken aback, but quickly composed herself, "You curse a lot, don't you?"

"Only on special occasions."

Her lips twitched like she was trying to hold back a smile, and then she sighed but didn't say anything.

I narrowed my eyes at her, "So, what are you waiting for? Start explaining."

She sighed again and said, "You wouldn't believe me if I told you."

"Try me."

"No."

"Just say it."

"Don't wanna."

I half-smiled at her childish retort and said, "Will you just spit it out already?"

She looked thoughtful for a second and then said, "You'll think I'm crazy."

"I'll think you're crazy?" I said, making sure she heard me emphasizing the 'you're.'

"Hell, I think I'm crazy right now, I mean, I either just saw you teleport or had a momentary lapse of memory due to the drugs you've been giving me."

"I didn't give you any drugs."

"Don't change the subject!"

She narrowed her eyes at me and then said, "Fine, but just remember you asked for it."

I was starting to wonder what she meant by that when she appeared in front of me in less than a millisecond with her hands at either side of me on the bed and a beautiful face that was dangerously close to mine. She stared at my eyes for a second, studying me, and then simply said, "I'm a vampire."

I stared at her in silence for a while and then burst out laughing, "You're joking, right?"

"Nope." She said. Popping the 'p' and moving to sit on the bed beside me.

Shit, I just made out with a crazy woman.

"Excuse me?"

Did I just say that out loud? "Oh... Nothing... I didn't say anything."

"You think I'm crazy."

"Well... umm... I.... yes."

"Fine, you keep asking for it."

"Asking for wha-" What was about to be 'what' came out as "Wha-aaaaah!" when she pounced on me in the same manner I had done before, pinned my arms above my head, and opened her mouth so I could see her teeth.

Nothing.

They were regular teeth, a little too white and perfect, but no fangs.

I gave her a questioning look, and then she just smirked, opened her mouth again, and all of a sudden, her fangs became longer, until they were close to an inch long. I tried to speak, but all that came out of my mouth was a small whimper. She just snickered at me and rolled to the side, so she was lying on the bed next to me. "So, do you still think you made out with a crazy woman?"

Now that I didn't have to look at her, I found it easier to speak. "No... I think I'm hallucinating."

"Trust me. You're not."

"Shut up. You're just a figment of my imagination; I'm just going to wake up soon, passed out on the floor of the club, at the hospital, or in the back of a van with my kidnapper."

She laughed, "I'm not a figment of your imagination or a hallucination, I'm one hundred percent real. I mean, do you really think your little human mind could be creative and artistic enough to imagine me?"

"Someone's full of herself. Look, imaginary person, I suggest you go away and let me wake up from this nightmare, or I'll find a way to wake myself up, okay?"

"Go right ahead."

I turned to glare at her and proceeded to pinch myself, and then slap myself in the face. As I was about to hit myself harder, she grabbed my wrist before my hand could reach my face.

"Stop doing that."

"Shut up, Charlie."

"What did you just call me?"

"Charlie, you're my imaginary friend, and I'm naming you Charlie. I'm also turning you into a boy when I figure this thing out."