"I love you so much. You're beautiful... and PINK! Pink dino..." you mumbled, drool waiting to spill out the side of your mouth.
You were very accustomed to sleeping with your mouth open. It tended to be one of those annoying mannerisms of yours.
You rolled over and bumped into someone.
"Mm, sorry 'bout that dude..." you mumbled, by default, half-asleep, and then rolled back and fell back asleep.
For a moment, you slept. Blissfully rethinking your wonderful apology to the someone you had rudely bumped into while he casually slept in your bed.
And then only did it hit you... bumped into someone?
Your eyes shot open. Much to your initial shock, you saw something VERY different from your room. It was an enormous room. First of all, you weren't wealthy to start with. You did have a pretty nice sized room and house, but this... this was definitely beyond budget. And more importantly, you were nearly blinded by the fact that the ENTIRE room was pink. A bright but pastelish rose color filled the room. The sheets were a pastel yellow. A fancy lamp sat on the bedside beside you and the entire room seemed to be painstakingly decorated in the utmost girliest way.
"Dear Jesus I'm clearly hallucinating again..."
You looked around the room in sheer incredulity. It had a nostalgic look to it.
You sat up on the bed, noting how much more comfortable it was than your bed usually was. Even in all your bewilderment, you had to briefly appreciate the comfort of the mattress. And so you did. But only for a moment. Before you decided that it was more appropriate to be hysterical in this situation.
How the hell did I get here?!
You felt your body involuntarily shudder. This was so creepy. You had no idea what to think. Your mind was rushing to thoughts. By impulse, your head shot to your side, remembering that you had run into someone in your sleep. The moment your head turned, a look of utmost shock fell upon your face, your body unable to prevent the disturbed gasp you let out at the sight... It was something you'd never forget your entire life.
There was a man sleeping next you.
His straight black hair was rumpled up from sleeping restlessly and fell across his face. His face was unnaturally pale, his eyes being a bit sunken, giving him a strong and soulful appearance. You could clearly see his pronounced cheek bones and masculine visage. His lips were a pale pink, drawn back in a stiff sleep-ridden frown. To sit there on your bed and watch him was mortifying. What was more striking was that the man was inexplicably beautiful. Like your brain couldn't form words to associate it with. He lied shirtless and in his boxers, sleeping comfortably and blissfully unaware of the rest of the world. And then your eyes roamed to his perfectly sculpted abs.
Your jaw dropped.
OH...MY...GOD.... What the hell is going on?!
I am "ab"-solutely fine with this.
Shut up, other voice!! I need an explanation... right now...
It's clearly possible that...
1. I'm hallucinating.
2. I died and went to heaven.
3. I'm drugged and kidnapped.
4. I'm hallucinating.
Nothing was making sense. You couldn't help but freak out. You wrapped your arms around your knees, unable to piece together anything at all.
Maybe this was your birthday present? Somehow, it had turned into your birthday... and your parents planned this for you?
Yes, that's it! My parents went out and hired a room decorator and sent him to remodel my entire room and then he was tired so he fell asleep on my bed...
...in his boxers?
You shook your head. That was probably the lamest explanation you came up with.
Why would your parents send a random guy to your bedroom? It sounded as bad as it looked, but it was the only possible and hopeful thought you had at the moment. You cleared the more radical thoughts off your mind and decided that this was probably your parents' insane idea of a birthday present.
You HOPED this was a present from them... otherwise, you were seriously screwed. Or in an amnestic state of psychoticness.
"Okay. Don't freak Luna. Don't freak. Everything is totally FINE. He is an interior decorator. That's who he is. He's an interior decorator who took off all of his clothes because... he got paint on it? YES! That's it. That's why..." you reassured yourself.
In the middle of your self-concocted explanation, the guy stirred in bed. Your head instantaneously shot sideways, nervously glancing to see if he was awakening. He gave a loud yawn.
And that's when you saw them.
FANGS. Huge, one-inch fangs.
Since when do interior decorators have giant fangs...?
Yep. I'm pretty sure I'm screwed. Or loony. Ah well... now that I've gone psychotic, might as well let all hell loose while I'm at it.
You let out a blood curling scream of horror and grabbed a pastel green pillow. You smacked him upside the head with it, hoping that the sudden attack would maybe stun him long enough for you to run. You decided to give him a few extra forceful smacks, yelling incoherantly.
His eyes shot open as you mercilessly attacked him... with a pillow. You saw his icy-blue eyes, wide with surprise and realization.
You screamed again. For no exact reason... You felt yourself jump up by impulse, continuing to beat the guy up. Limbs flew all over the place, punches fell and kicks landed.
The man suddenly grabbed you roughly by the sides and pulled you off of him. He held you against him and muffled your screams with his hands...
...his really cold hands...
"I'M GONNAmmMMPPPfDAIE!!..." you yelled through muffled screams.
"Shhh, you're gonna wake everyone up!" he soothed. "Quiet at three. One... two... three," he quickly dropped his hand from your mouth.
For a moment, you remained silent. He seemed relieved. But, the moment you got a chance to regain your breath, you let all hell loose. Again.
"EVERYONE?! Who the hell is everyone?!"
"Shhh...shhh calm down. I'll explain... but not here. You're messing up my sheets!"
"Oh my bad..." you said, casually getting off of his bed.
WAIT. PAUSE. REWIND.
You then realized what he just said.
"Your sheets. Your damn sheets. You give a crap about your sheets when I'm over here exploding in confusion?! I don't even know where I am, and you're more worried about your sheets?!" you demanded, almost yelling in disbelief.
He had a confused look on his face as if it was normal to tell some paranoid person who has no idea where they are to get off of his sheets.
I dont like this guy.
Really? Then can I punch him?!
Knock yourself out... I mean him, knock him out. Not yourself.
Before you realized what had happened, and before he could do anything, your fist retracted and sharply collided with his face. Fist + face= pain.
You just randomly punched him, square in the nose, and took off wildly, screaming like a banshee.
The man, temporarily stunned by your the injuries that you randomly inflicted upon him, followed you from behind, yelling for you.
"Come back!"
"NO!"
You took off as fast as you could, hair flying in every direction possible and arms flailing like a mad-woman. You were within safe distance from him, only to scream in horror when...
...you ran into someone who seemed to have appeared out of thin air.
None other than, the man with the fangs. The dude you just punched.
O.O What's going on?!
*screams and starts beating the dude up again*
*Clicks and goes to results*
*Goes back to beating up dude*
Kidnapped... by a GAY vampire??? (1)
After taking the time to let out an ear-piercing scream, you ran the opposite way. But that made no difference. He grabbed you by the elbow, pulling you back to his grasp.
"Wait, don't run away! I have to explain," he breathed, holding you in a tight arm-lock. He set you in front of him so that you faced him. "Alright then, you're set. No more running. I'll tell you everything, so be quiet and listen, okay?"
You gave him the usual look. Petrified and mortified.
"Jesus. Where shall I start."
You felt the need to make a bold suggestion. So, you did. "Here's a giant and life-changing idea. Ready? Perhaps you can start by telling me WHY THE HELL I'M HERE!"
"Okay," he gave a loud sigh. "I suppose that would be a good starting point. Now, listen to everything fully before you take off and bring about full apocalypse, okay?"
"Get on with it," you growled, impatience being one of your finer traits.
"Hm, the thing is, I have a tendency to sleepwalk, uh, fly. I have a tendency to sleep-fly."
"Holy, what the-? You're telling me you can fly?!"
"Yes."
"OH. MY. GOD. I know! I- know what you are!"
"Yes, yes, congratulations," He brushed you off.
"Oh shit, I'm so screwed. I'm really screwed. I'm going to die. This is the end. Good-bye world. I totally know what you'll do. Yeah, you'll keep me as your slave and then you'll slowly suck me dry and then eventually, I'll be like one of those dried up little wormy people. And then you'll keep me as your shriveled up vampire bride and we'll go around killing countless innocent people!" you wailed, in one continous breath.
"No, Christ, calm down. You AREN'T going to die."
"Don't lie to me!! It's in all the movies."
He sighed.
"Listen, will you let me explain? I'm not going to suck you dry OR enslave you..."
"You're not?" Your eyes shot up questioningly.
"Yes, but let me explain fully... I can't really control my disorder. Sometimes, I accidentally bring random people here." He sighed again. "And... that explains how you got here."
You closed your eyes, taking it all in for a moment. After a moment, you reopened your eyes, giving a hefty nod. "You, expect me to believe that? You sleep-flew and kidnapped me?"
"Yes," he replied, as if it was nothing out of the ordinary. As if he just explained to you that two plus two was four. He sighed, muttering something under his breath. "It's a shame you aren't a hot guy."
"Whoa, wait, hold on. What was that?"
"What?"
"That last thing! Are you saying you're GAY?"
"The correct term is homosexual. And yes, smart one."
"I don't need that pessimistic I'm-better-than-you tone, you gay, innocent-girl-kidnapping, monster," I shot back, taking offence to his snide remark. "I'm not the one who sucks the blood of helpless young women during the night! Don't make me punch you again."
He gave you an irritated look, as if he expected a more sympathetic response to his sexual orientation.
God, this guy is a JACKASS!
(*somewhere in the world, a random donkey gets offended by this comment*)
But, suddenly, amidst your choatic thoughts of escape and predicament, something occured to you.
"Oh my god, what if you sucked out of me while I was sleeping?!"
Almost instantly, you went paranoid, feeling your neck for puncture wounds and hyperventilating about a hicky that some random gay vampire might have given you.
"Okay, first of all, calm down. Seriously, you watch way too many sci-fi movies or whatever. I don't even drink blood," he paused, giving a prolonged sigh, as if he was ashamed. "I'm a vegetarian."
You had a little anime sweat on your face.
Oookay... so I get kidnapped by a gay vegetarian vampire... this is BEYOND weird. At least he could be straight for being this hot, goddamit!
"Let me get this straight. You're a vampire. But wait, you're a gay vampire. Oh and you subconsciously 'sleep-fly'. Oh but I forgot one little detail... you're a vegetarian gay vampire who subconsciously sleep-flies. Either you're lying to me, or you have some serious issues." you retorted.
He was about to make a comment, and by the looks of it, an unpleasant one. But he was quickly interrupted by a syrupy chirpy little voice.
"Hey, look girls we have a new friend!"
You looked down the hallway you were standing in and saw four little girls' heads staring at you intently, poking out of a pair of big white colored doors at the end of the hallway.
Almost instantly, a united chorus of "YAAAYY!" rang through the silence.
Ook... awkward.
"We have a new friend! What's your name?"
"Uhm... Luna..."
"HI LUNA!" one particularly loud girl screeched.
"Luna!" a little blonde-haired girl chimed in, "Are you our new friend?"
She stood, clutching the door knob. She was about up to your waist size. Her hair was straight but curved in a little towards the bottom and held back by a white headband. He bright greenish blue eyes innocently waited for your answer. She couldn't be any older than 6.
"Sure..." you said, unable to put this all together.
You turned to the vamp.
"Dude, we need to talk."
"Talk? That can never be a good thing. Can't we do it here? Where there are... witnesses?"
You glared at him. "There are kids around. Besides, I have some un-role-model-like things to say to you."
You roughly grabbed him by the shoulder and pulled him back into the room.
Before you shut the door, you popped your head out of the room for a second. "I'll be back kids. You just stay there and... frolic?" You smiled sweetly, and went back in and slammed the door shut.
"Right then vamp. Business comes first. I need you to take me back home, see... I'm not used to waking up in bed with a vampire. And, I don't like you. So I want you to take me home. Now."
"I can't do that."
"WHAT?! Why not?"
"Because, if anyone ever found out that a vampire lived here, it'd be garlic and stakes for breakfast."
"I swear I won't tell anyone! Please take me home!"
"I know you wont tell anyone. And ordinarily, I would take you home. But I can't this time."
"Why the fuckin' hell NOT?!"
"Because... I need you."
Dun dun dun.... he needs you. Wonder why? On to the next one!
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