I awoke feeling surprisingly well rested. In my dream I slept with Giovanni. Just slept, nothing else. It was sweet.
But unsettling at the same time. In the dream it was like I could feel his thoughts. And they scared me. He thought I wasn't human. There was no way that was even possible.
I'm about as human as they come. Homo Sapiens Sapiens, that's me, emphasis on the homo. But seriously, just because I'm adopted is no reason to think I'm some kind of extra terrestrial. Then again it was only a dream. I pushed the thoughts to the back of my mind and got ready to sit around all day and do absolutely nothing.
I was eating lunch at around 1:00 when the doorbell rang. Finishing chewing I made my way toward the door. Outside was a very disheveled looking Matt. I hurried to open the door, a look of worry on my face. Matt ran in my house crying and latched onto me. That could only mean one thing. "She's dead, De."
That's what I was afraid of. His Grandmother died. I patter him on the back whispering comforting words in his ear, feeling incredibly awkward the whole time. I mean, what could I say, nothing I did was going to miraculously make his grandma come back to life. I suppose it's more the thought that counts, the companionship that matters and the feeling of not being alone, rather than the words that are spoken.
In the end Matt ended up just talking while I did my best listening to all he had to say. All he wanted to share about a person who was clearly important in his life. He left shortly before dusk, still grieving, obviously, but in better spirits than when he had first arrived at my home.
I went upstairs exhausted from the day's occurrences intent on taking a nice relaxing shower. I stood under the water, eyes closed, basking in its warmth. There was a disturbing chill in the air but I chose to ignore it. I lived in an old house; there were major drafts especially in the upstairs bathroom.
But usually the cold draft isn't accompanied by an equally cold hand resting on my shoulder. I tried to use my super fast reflexes to spin around and almost slipped in the process. I only managed to stay standing because of the vise like grip the person had on me.
"Ah, ah, ah don't be so pushy, my love." A somewhat familiar masculine voice scolded. He kept me facing away from him and began to trail his hands down my chest. I heard a whisper of "perfect" and was drawn in close to his cold body when he gave me a light squeeze. This guy was starting to freak me out. And his hands were so cold. I shivered.
"Are you cold?" he asked concern in his voice. And just like that, seduction mode was turned on. "I know something that can fix that," he practically purred.
I was swiftly turned around and found myself gazing into my dream man's eyes. Of course he'd be the guy from my dreams… right 'cause this kind of stuff always happens in real life. Next he'll actually turn out to be a vampire. I was so wrapped up in my inner monologue that I barely noticed when his lips touched mine.
As quickly as it happened it was over. "Is that better love?" he asked smirking. And now that he mentioned it, I wasn't cold anymore. Go figure, kiss a stranger and I'm not cold anymore, wonder what would happen if I kissed my mother. He caressed my face. And I freaking leaned into his touch.
"What the hell?" I screeched as I yanked my blushing face away from his outstretched hand. Yes I didn't react to the kiss, but this seemed almost more personal.
His smirk widened, "So you're skittish," he purred like pure sin, "I can fix that too." I was given little time to compute the meaning of that sentence before he started to advance on me once again.
I tried to get away fear in my eyes. But while scrambling out of the shower I tripped and fell on the floor. And unfortunately for me he didn't. He got out gracefully and proceeded to loom over me.
That's when I noticed I was still naked.
I blushed and grabbed for a towel and quickly covered myself while still backing slowly towards the door and away from him. I had the feeling he was playing with me, maybe biding his time until I screwed up.
My back hit the door. Why the hell was the door closed? Oh right I was in the shower. How'd he get in? I guess it didn't matter.
What mattered was the crazy guy that was now staring me straight in the eyes. Suddenly I felt like a deer in headlights. I couldn't move, couldn't look away from him. I couldn't even breathe, I was so scared.
"Good," he whispered seemingly quite happy with the way things turned out. At least one of us was. "Now I can mark you."
I have no clue what marking is, but if it involved me and him and more body contact while I was naked I really didn't want to find out what it was. It sounded like no fun at all. I whimpered as he leaned in and embraced me. He rubbed his cheek up against mine and looked at me with pure love in his eyes. It was weird. How could he look at someone he just met like that?
All too soon the look was replaced by another that I could only describe as blood crazed. He ripped off my towel paying no attention to my indignant squawk and dug his right fingers into the soft flesh of my lower stomach. Ouch…
I hissed in pain.
His head moved toward the wound. He began to lap my blood up healing the five puncture wounds like some kind of vampire. Seriously? Is this really happening to me? A vampire for real? No probably just a deranged psycho. Yeah that seemed more likely. I looked at the healed wound to see five little blue marks.
"Those marks are permanent, and when the whole design is complete you won't be able to stay away from me." The vampire said proudly.
"Bastard," I hissed weakly. Because really, who did he think he was to come here and do this weird stuff to me? He had the nerve to laugh at me and pick me up. He carried me back to my room and tucked me into bed. The last time someone tucked me into bed was probably when I still needed guard rails on the side so I wouldn't fall out.
He started petting my head and if I wouldn't have been so goddamn tired I would have swatted his hand away or attempted to bite it off. "I don't know what it is about you that makes me go so crazy, Delano. You are a human. I have always been taught to loathe them. You have made me question my very nature. But you blood… It is so pure and sweet like none I have ever tasted. A little bit of heaven that is not afraid to mix with the darkness inside of me. It's as if you remain untouched by the evils around you. Maybe you should question your nature instead of mine. For you are surely an angel, oh flower of mine." He kissed me on the cheek with his warm lips and left through the window. Damn bastard left it open.
I lay in bed too exhausted to move. It started to get cold, but I couldn't even muster the strength to close the window. Shivering, I finally fell asleep.
~FoM~
Delano's mother came home from her business trip exhausted. She headed up the steps of her quaint two story house intent on letting her son know she was home before she retired for a much needed rest. When she reached his door her breath caught in her throat.
First of all, the door was open, her son never left his bedroom door ajar. And there was her son shivering and pale as death. She raced over to him and tried to get him to wake up, shaking him calling his name, nothing seemed to work. She placed a gentle hand against his forehead trying to check for a fever. His skin was cold and clammy. His eyes opened but she could tell he did not see. Could not even recognize his own mother. She covered him up, but not before seeing five odd blue marks on his abdomen. They looked swollen and the blue seemed to be spreading right before her eyes. Almost like a predetermined tattoo was being inked by an invisible hand. This was bad. He needed a doctor. She started to cry hugging her son close.
"Mom," he said shakily, much too weak, it pained her greatly to see him like this. "Mom… it's okay… stop crying."
She really wanted to believe his words, but still couldn't bring herself to stop the flow of tears. If anything, the tears grew stronger. "Oh Delano," the poor woman wept, "You must see a doctor. I'll call one up, just stay in bed." She left the room to make the phone call wiping the tears from her eyes. Her sadness was quickly morphing to anger. How dare someone assault her son. He was all she had in this world and she'd be damned if anyone was going to take him from her. She swore to his biological mother that she wouldn't let anything happen to him and she felt like a failure. She had to make this situation right and keep him safe.
And right now he needed a doctor. She picked up the phone and quickly called the house doctor.
~FoM~
A doctor arrived in my room. He looked surprisingly young, twenty or so, which I'm pretty sure isn't even possible, with ginger hair and cold grey eyes that looked strangely familiar, hidden behind square rimmed spectacles.
"Well, what seems to be the problem, young man?" He asked staring at me like he expected me to tell him the answer.
News flash buddy, that's not how this works you tell me what's wrong. I glared at him both for expecting me to know what was wrong and for calling me a young man. There was scarcely four years between our ages.
"I was told by your mother that you were still too weak to talk. Looks like she was telling the truth," he said smugly. My mother had lied. I just didn't want to talk to the doctor. I was fine. Well, I was getting better, my stomach hurt a little bit. And I hadn't seen a deranged psycho in almost 24 hours. But the doctor was here and I knew he'd do a thorough examination.
"Now hold still while I check you out," I rolled my eyes and let out a huff. Nothing I said would stop this from happening so I just hoped he'd be quick about it. "Your mother said your chest was bruised. I'm going to check for damaged bones." He placed his rough hands on my upper chest. "Let me know if anything hurts." He lightly pressed on the spot and then quickly moved to the next area, repeating the process over and over, me shaking my head every time he asked if there was pain or discomfort of any kind.
When he saw the mark he uttered a barely audible "ah hah," and gave me a truly sinister smile before putting his hand there and pushing on it. A scream ripped from my throat and tears came to the corner of my eyes. I no longer felt sick from my encounter with the vampire from the night before. I was disgusted that this person that I barely knew would touch me there. It seemed so much worse than the touch that had given me the wound.
I felt a primal urge well up inside me to get away from this man, but I tried to suppress it. It wouldn't look good to run away from a doctor for doing his job. There was, however one reaction that I could not stop. I hissed at the man. Yeah, hissed. Like a cat or a threatened parrot.
He looked just about as bewildered by the onomatopoeia as I felt. It took him about a half a second to regain his composure and fix his steely glare on me again. I know I'm the one that hissed but everything about this guy screamed snake. He looked at me seriously, almost calculating and inquired, "Now, Delano, how often does your mother hit you?"
What? He thought my mother… Bullshit. I lost it. Completely and fully I thrashed around on my bed trying to untangle myself from the covers around my lower half. I wanted to get to this man, kill this man. How dare he say that about my mother. I owed her everything. How dare he.
"Your eyes." The doctor said seemingly enjoying my struggle a bit too much. "Now this is an interesting development. Disgusting pig." He hissed.
I was free and lunged for him. But he was quicker. And stronger. He pinned me to my bed and pulled a shot of some kind from his pocket. He injected it into my shoulder. My world swayed. Everything lost its focus and finally went black.
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