SAVED FOR THE VAMPIRES
Copyrights © 2015 by Rachel S. William
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Chapter One
As the lights came up in the movie theater, Laura stood up, a low moan slipping from between her lips as she stretched her hands out to either side of her. A yawn pushed it's way out of her mouth, then her lips, one bigger than the other, set into a lazy smile. It was the end of yet another great date. “So ice cream after?” She asked as her man, Roy Benson, stood up, handing her purse.
He raised one of those perfectly sculpted eyebrows. “I don't know how you can even think about food at a time like this.” He replied, his smooth voice heavy with humor.
Laura rolled her eyes. “Oh come on. It wasn't that scary.” She replied.
He cocked his head to one side and opened his mouth to respond, but was cut short by a teenage couple trying to get by. Laura scanned the young blond with her halter top and high rise shorts, a smirk dominating her face. She glanced at Roy, who had the same amused look in his eye and the two collapsed into laughter as soon as the woman-child had climbed down the rest of the isle.
“You have quite the stomach for these things.” Roy replied as he guided her down the row.
Laura giggled her way out into the isle, turning to shoot Roy a teasing glower. “That is incredibly ironic coming from you.” She replied.
He pursed his lips, giving her a questioning look. “And why is that?” he asked, placing his hand on the small of Laura's back.
Laura felt her stomach lurch at the sensation of his touch. A chill ran down her spine as every time he touched her always felt like the first time he had ever touched her. She leaned into him, stopping just short of resting her head on his shoulder as they made their way up the isle and through the doors. It took everything in her not to split her lips and let out a short purr. “Because you're one of the most mysterious men I have ever met.” she replied, glancing at this midnight hair, his pale skin and his dark eyes. Today, the rims were slightly red, as if he hadn't had a good night of sleep in a while, or was suffering from an acute allergic reaction. The first time Laura had noticed that, it troubled her, but she had more than gotten used to it in the months that they had been dating.
Roy waited until they had stepped into the cool, October night before responding to that. He dragged her off to the side, holding both of her hands in each of his, and stared right into her eyes. He did this every once in a while; stood right into her eyes without saying anything. She thought it was a bit strange at first, but she had had more than enough time to grow accustomed to it, and, in fact, sometimes it felt more intimate than the deepest kiss. “I beg to differ. I actually think I am quite transparent.”
Laura laughed at this, as he trailed his hands down her curves, resting them on her hips. “See that's the thing about people hiding things: they never really notice how much other people pick up.” she replied, her green eyes wide with expectation. They had reached the inevitable moment in the night where they were bathed in the calm aura of the stars and the moon, not really pressed for reservations or a movie to see and having nothing to entertain themselves with but each other. It was time for him to tell her something new about himself. Over the course of three months, they had been through her exhaustive list of life experiences, shitty apartments and less-than-exciting working class jobs.
But instead of telling her something useful about himself, he drew her in for a kiss. Laura furrowed her brow when her lips met his, a flash of agitation shooting through her mind... right before the embrace got a chance to melt it. She released a deep sigh as she pressed her body against his, paying attention to the way his hard muscles burrowed into her curves. Their lips danced together, his hands slipping underneath the pink blouse she had gotten for half price at Bloomingdale’s. She reached up, wrapping her arms around his neck, pressing herself still closer to him until she could feel his manhood into between them, slowly growing harder and harder....
“Hey! Get a room!” an old, scratching voice cut into their embrace.
Laura broke away from him, jumping at the sound of the same man coughing at him.
“This is why I hate coming down town.” he mumbled in a dark voice.
Laura rolled her eyes. “But all the cheap sketchy theaters are downtown.” she replied in a whiny voice.
He shook his wide, smiling in spite of himself. “The things I would do for you.” He mumbled as he took her hand and led her down the street.
Laura swept the street with her gaze. She always loved the way the city looked at night, the moonlight trickling down into the city, bathing the glass buildings with its silver glare. It was as if a deep silence had descended over New York, drowning the city in profound calm; the odd siren or insane man punctuating the moment, reminding them all that New York was still alive. “Say that again.” Laura murmured, looking up at him. A smile stretched across her face, as, for the umpteenth time, the words, “I love you,” came to mind. They banged against the barrier that was her mental filter, begging to be uttered out loud. But it wasn't the right time yet. After three months of seeing him at least three times a week, after countless meaningful conversations and enough dinner dates for them to have tried out every single restaurant in the city; after a hundred moments like this, Laura still didn't feel ready to tell him what she truly felt.
She furrowed her brow as she gazed, because there was just something about him; about the way he looked at her like he could see right through her; about the way he spoke, as if the words she heard were only a small percentage of everything he could have said; about the fact that she had only been to his apartment once, had never slept over in it, and had only ever seen him at night, that told her it was probably wise for her to hold back.
And, just like that, they entered into the point of the evening where she began to doubt his feelings for her.
He swung her hand. “What are thinking about?” he asked as he raised her hand to his lips and planted a kiss on it.
Laura shrugged. “Oh nothing.”
He chuckled at this. “And why don't I believe you?” He asked, shooting her a sidewards glance.
Laura giggled at this, “Maybe because I'm lying?” She replied in a teasing voice.
He beat his hand against his chest, her eyebrows mashing together as he feigned insult. “Why do you hurt me so?” He cried.
Laura's laughter rang through the night. “Oh my God. Stoppit!” she cried.
But he just drew her in for another kiss. “It's impossible how much I like you right now.” He mumbled with his lips still sitting on hers.
Laura's heart lept with delight. “Don't say things like that.”
“Because it makes you feel uncomfortable?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.
Laura shook her he
ad. “Because then I might believe you.”
He sighed. “And here I was thinking I had finally burst through your walls.”
Laura glowered at him. “Says the most mysterious man the on the planet.” She retorted.
He shook his head, a joking gleam in his eye. “See, you keep saying that, but I don't know what you mean.” he replied.
Laura laughed. “One of these days, I'll break you.”
He turned to her, an earnest look in his eyes. “Oh please don't.” he replied, taking her hand in both of his.
“On one condition.” She replied.
“What?” He asked turning his attention back in the direction that they were going in.
“Buy me ice cream.” she replied, tagging a little giggle to the end of that sentence.
He nodded. “Okay. Okay. You convinced me.”
Chapter Two
Laughing, Laura took the first lick of her ice cream cone. “Oh this is really good.” She murmured. She then tipped it towards him. “Do you want some?” She asked.
Roy smiled, but shook his head. “No I can't eat anymore.”
Laura glowered at him. “That's funny. I don't recall seeing you eat at all.” She replied as they stepped out of the ice cream shop and back into the night.
He placed his hand on the small of her back, a small gesture that made her feel so much more protected as the night was getting darker and darker. Laura's stomach lurched, but it wasn't because of her ice cream cone, or the fact that she was actually out on a date with a man who looked like he had just walked off of a Calvin Klein billboard. There was something about the silence on this street in Alphabet city, just beyond the park that housed heroine addicts just a decade ago, that made her want to cling to Roy. As if having read her mind, he pulled her closer, wrapping his arm firmly around her shoulder. “Oh this is great.” she whispered.
“Can we walk through the park?” He asked as they approached one of the many entrances.
Laura shrugged. “I mean, it's not my favorite thing to do at midnight, but since you bought me ice cream, I guess I can make an exception.” She replied.
He shot her a rueful smile. “Oh you'll have fun. I promise.” he replied as he drew just far enough away from her to grab her hand and lead her inside.
Despite practically being yanked into the other side of the gates, Laura's pace slowed. She darted this way and that, her eyes picking up everything from the shadows the leaves made on the dank earth to the sounds of rustling, no doubt caused by the movements of insanely large rats, or other animals that could probably give her diseases. Nevertheless, they went deeper and deeper inside.
“Laura?” he said, finally slowing her pace.
Ironically, walking slower didn't make her feel any better about her surroundings. In fact, as soon as that had slow down to a leisurely pace, she wanted to start power walking again. “What?” She asked, her unease making her sound much more urgent than she intended.
“Are you afraid?” he asked, not even trying to hide the amusement underlying his voice.
Laura cocked her head to one side. “Is that surprising to you?” she asked.
He just shrugged. “I don't know. You seemed so unphased by that horror movie, I just thought you would find this completely normal. In fact, I imagined you doing cartwheels in the bushes.”
Laura glowered at him. “Why would you ever imagine me doing cartwheels?”
He laughed, immediately understanding the joke underlying that. “I don't know. Didn't you say you were in gymnastics once?” he asked.
Laura laughed at that, remembering that night, so many weeks ago when they were standing on her stoop, trying to prolong the good-bye kiss and she told him about the most embarrassing day of her life, which, incidentally, happened to occur while she was in gymnastics class. “Yeah but that was only for a year, when I was like five.” she replied.
“Oh come on. But doesn't everyone know how to do a cartwheel?” He asked.
Laura raised an eyebrow at this generalization. “I'm sorry, do you know how to do a cartwheel?” She then demanded.
But to her surprise. He nodded.
Her eyes went wide as another laugh forced its way to the top of her throat in mere anticipation of the seeing him twirling over his head like a clown or a child on a sugar high. “Do one!” she demanded. “Right now.”
He shrugged, as if it was nothing, then let go of her hand. Before Laura could utter a gasp of surprise, he had set off into a running start.
“Wait! You'll get a splinter!” she hissed, for fear of waking the hobos or the racoons that she very well believed would dart out of the bushes and take her right there.
He gave her a look that suggested he believed her to be a little bit more than a bit insane. “On asphalt?” he asked in a disbelieving voice.
She shrugged, running to catch up with him. “I don't know! Broken glass?”
He just laughed at her. “Lighten up!” he exclaimed as he launched himself into a cartwheel.
Her eyes went wide as she was caught in utter disbelief as to how he could always make everything look so effortless. “Oh, don't do that.” she mumbled.
“Do what?” he asked as he jogged back to her. For all that energy he had just expelled he wasn't even panting.
“Make yourself look so superhuman in front of a mere mortal like me.” she replied, more to herself than to him.
He released a heavy breath, placing his hand under her chin and lifting her face towards him. “Look, you are so much more than just a woman.” he replied. “And that's a lot coming from me.” but his last words were lost in yet another kiss.
“But I do have to say. I am a bit disappointed.” he replied once they drew away.
Laura's eyes went wide. “Oh God. I have been dreading this moment.” she muttered. “What are you surprised about.”
“I don't know, I just thought you would be more of a woman of the night.” he replied with a shrug.
Laura narrowed her eyes. “I really just have no idea what you're talking about.” She replied..
He just kept looking at her. “You are so afraid right now. I can see you trembling in your shoes.”
Laura couldn't help but get a little annoyed at this. He takes her to one of the most sketchiest parks in New York in the middle of the night, and then gets surprised that she's not “totally feeling it”? “Uh. Hell yeah I'm scared. Haven't you seen rent?” she demanded.
He nodded. “Yes, but I don't see how that applies.”
“Well, they all had aides and did heroine, and lived here.” she explained, wondering why she had to draw the connections for him in the first place.
“But they were friendly drug addicts.”
Laura burst out laughing at the paradox that just slipped out of his mouth. “I don't even know what that means.”
Roy opened his mouth to respond, but nothing but laughter came out of it, so he just put his arm around her again and drew her in even closer. “Look, I'm sorry if I've made you feel uncomfortable.” he replied.
He wasn't wrong about making her feel uncomfortable, but merely acknowledging it was enough grounds for forgiveness. “It's okay.” She replied. Then, in an attempt to redeem herself from sounding like such a wimp in the whole night, she continued with, “This isn't so bad anyway. I kind of like it out here at night. It's calming.”
He planted a kiss on her forehead. “Good. Because my woman has to be a creature of the night.”
Laura ignored the way that her heart swelled when he called her, “my woman,” and continued with, “Why, because you're a vampire?” she asked.
It was as if those words flipped a switch in him. He drew away from her, putting a yard of distance between them and with enough force to stop her in her tracks. Her heart raced in her chest as she gazed at his rigid stance with wide eyes. “What's wrong?” She demanded, as she took a step towards him.
But, as if by complete reflex, he stepped back, maintaining the distance between them.
> Laura couldn't decide whether she was more embarrassed that she had said something so obviously incredibly wrong, or bewildered at the fact that what she said had elicited such a response out of him. “What did I say?” she demanded, desperate to get him acting normal again.
Then, as if he, himself, had turned that switch in the back of his head, back to the off position, he shook his head and stepped towards him. “It's nothing. I just used to have nightmares about those as a kid. It was pretty bad. My mom had to take me to therapy at one point.” By the time he had finished saying that, he had reached her side and the two were on their way again.
“That's odd.” Laura replied, a mischievous look in her eye.
“What? The vampire thing? I know.” he replied absentmindedly.
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