||Your||Move|| (How I Fell In Love With A Vampire) Ch.1

When I woke up, I was laying in my bed. It was still dark outside.
How did I get here? I thought.
Did I completely imagine a guy -a vampire to be precise- creep into my room and, oh,
I don't know, bite me?!? My hands automatically went to my throat; and sure enough,
there were two tiny holes on the left side of my neck. But there was one thing missing:
Where was all of the blood?
I passed out in my own pool of it, I'm sure. I had seen my carpet, where it was stained
with crimson. I almost laughed how I remembered the last thing I thought before
I passed out was how angry my mother would've been. How stupid. I was laying on
the ground, DYING, and I was still trying to please my mother. I shook my head.
But then I realized,
Shoudn't I be dead?
After all, a vampire did recently BITE me, right? Tubby wouldn't have let go without
getting the job done, would he?
I glanced at my window, where strong breeze was sprinkling rain on my carpet.
There was a large, gaping hole in my south window. What happened there?
And then hit it me.
I distinctly remembered hearing shattering glass. Something must've blown my
window open. Wind maybe? But...where was Tubby? Why didn't he just finish me off?
And what happened to the damn window?
These thoughts swirled around in my head so fast they made it ache.
I sat up, too quickly, and my vision went dark for a moment.
I hated when this happens. Whenever I've been sitting still for a long time, and then
I suddenly sit up, my vision starts to dwindle. Either I'm seeing through a small
hole, as If I'm looking through a telescope, or I don't see anything at all.
It usually takes about 30 seconds to actually calm down. During this time,
I held my head between my knees and rocked back and forth on the bed. When I was
sure my vision wasn't hazy anymore, I looked up.
And then I backed up so far I fell off my bed.
I fell right on my ass, which probably should've hurt worse, considering my bed's
about 3 feet off the ground, but I couldn't feel anything.
I was absoloutely numb. What stood before me was mythcial. It was an angel.
No, not an angel, there weren't any wings. But boy if there were I probably
wouldn't have paid any attention.
It was a boy.
Please, if you will allow me to pause in my story for about 10 seconds, because
I desperately need to elaborate on this inhumanly creature.
"Boy" seems like the understatement of the century.
He was tall, and lean, with hair that resembled hawk's feathers.
His purple- and yes, purple- eyes gleamed and shone from across the room.
His hair was just long enough that it fell before his eyes, so he had the excuse to
do that adorable head-flippy thing that made me swoon.
He was leaned up against my doorframe, his arms crossed, looking at me like he
had definately seen something incredibly amusing.
He wasn't laughing out loud, though. Just smiling to himself and cocking his head.
He was magnificent.
(Okay, on with my story,)
I didn't even have time to blush or even turn a light shade of pink, I was too mesmerized
by what beautiful creature it was that stared back at me while I lay like a broken
doll at the foot of my bed.
He snickered; and I finally realized that my inconvenient falling-off-the-bed
must've been why he looked as if he were sharing some kind of joke.
I quickly scrambled up to my feet, my hair fanning around my face as I did so.
His expression remained the same, and we stood there, staring at one another for
what I'm sure was an hour.
But it was probably a millisecond.
He slowly straightened himself up from his position on my doorframe, and stood
up straight.
His beautiful violet eyes sparkled at me; I had to fight my knees buckling beneath the
weight of my body.
He walked towards me, shaking his head.
"What a klutz..." He muttered.
"What are you d-doing here?" I managed to whisper out. "Who are you? Why are you
in my bedroom?"
I was slowly becoming very wary of this beautiful boy- no- stranger, that had come to
a halt in front of my startled face.
"If you'll be so kind and cooperative with me as I perform these next actions,"
he began, "This will be quick, this will be easy, and most of all, you won't get hurt."
"What the-" I started, but The Beautiful Stranger leaned over, wrapped his strong arms
around my waist, and proceeded to flip- and yes, I mean FLIP- me over his back.
"What are you DOING?!" I could feel the frustration in my voice.
"Quiet, Remy!" he hushed. How in the hell could I be quiet when I was being
kidnapped from my own home?! I thought. And how did he know my name??
I began kciking and thrashing, but to no avail. His body was like steel; his arms
contained my kicking legs in a steel vice. He began striding to my open window,
and finally he stopped in front of the gaping hole, and peered downward.
He wasn't gonna-
Was he?
"What're you-" I managed to half-scream, pounding on his back.
"Didn't I tell you to be QUIET?!" he barked.
"No shit, sherlock." I said. "You're kidnapping me! Out of my own bed, nonetheless,
you leech. And here I am, having been thrown over my assailant's shoulders, and you
actually expect me NOT to-"
My harsh words were cut short my the fact that my kidnapper had just leapt out of my 3rd
story window.
Somewhere in the darkness, the wind whistling through my hair, I wrenched myself out
of his grasp. (Don't ask me how I did it,) and I began to writhe and twist through
the pouring rain, desperately searching for something, ANYTHING, to stop my fall.
I don't know what the first thing you think of when you begin to fall, but my over-processing mind
begins to try and think: Something to catch Remy, something to stop Remy, something
to halt her sure demise towards the quickly advancing ground.
But I didn't have to think long; As the wind whistled into my orange t-shirt, causing goosebumps
on my arms, and I was thinking; I'm dead, dead, DEAD, Something slammed hard
into my back as I landed, knocking the breath out of my lungs. I had my eyes bolted tight
as I choked and heaved in all my precious oxygen I could contain. I was dead, right?
Then why did I feel something freezing, absoloutely chilling, amongst the skin on
my arms? Did all dead people feel this cold? They must do. But I hadn't been
dead long enough for my blood to stop running, had I? I couldn't be freezing this
fast.
And then wind was blasting into my face. I struggled to open my eyes, and when I
did, and my eyes flashed open, I lost my breath all over again.
My Beautiful Stranger was leaning over me, looking into my eyes with such intensity,
his own violet eyes pooling in dark torrents of hypnotism. I suddenly felt so
insecure about my own plain, boring, green ones.
"You're alive." He said, in his beautiful velvet voice.
I snorted. "You sure about that?"
He shook his head disapprovingly, and grabbed my wrist as he pulled me to my bare feet.
He muttered something that was unintelligible as I wobbled and pressed my palms
to my suddenly spinning head.
"Oh, in case you were wondering, that was me you landed on," He said loudly, stubbornly.
What?
He rubbed is back for effect, obviously milking my incredulous expression for all it
was worth.
"There's no way!" I said. "You couldn't have gotten under me that fast! You just
jumped from a third-story window with me over your back, and managed to
get UNDERNEATH me before I hit the ground?!"
"Humans are slow at everything, especially falling and thinking. I had ten seconds to spare before
you hit the ground." He said proudly.
I scoffed. I had already realized this boy couldn't be human, not after that fall, having a
107-pound teenage girl falling on him from a great height.
That would kill anyone, even a grown man.
I shot him a curious expression, then I said "Smile for me."
The corners of his lips pulled up into a sly smile, and then he bared his teeth,
his pearl canines shining.
I raised one eyebrow. "Figures."
"What?" he said. His smile disappeared, replaced by a look of disbelief.
"I thought you'd be a little more surprised."
"Well gee," I said, crossing my arms, "I already had one vampire trying to kill me
tonight, and now some mysterious boy shows up in my room and then jumps out
of my 3rd-story window with me on his back? Obviously you're not human."
He scowled. "Well I was hoping for an expression a little more shocking, Princess.
Maybe a piercing scream, or perhaps a little fainting?"
"Faint?"
"Yes, at least it'd shut you up long enough to get you out of here without causing
a big ordeal, but I guess I'll have to deal with your vocal chords myself."
I backed up, knowing I would love to go with this boy on a date, like maybe ice-cream,
or a romantic walk on the beach, or dinner and a movie.
But by the look in his magenta eyes, he didn't have anything like that in mind.
I turned around as fast as I could, and before I knew it, the hitch in my step was there,
waiting for me to grasp my balance and speed away, anywhere, from my very hot
and mischeivious kidnapper.
And I did.
Being alone my whole life, without many friends could have its benefits. I had spent my
spring afternoons, when the weather wasn't stifling, out on the hundreds of acres of
land the Starr family owned, imagining games where I was being chased.
Cowboys and indians, secret spies, you name it, I'd thought of it.
My the time I was 12, I knew I could run faster than any of our sheepdogs, faster than any of
the neighborhoods kids when they taunted me on my way home from school.
I could run faster than the wind blew, but I'd never put it to good use until now.
As I shot across the fields back towards my house, my blonde hair
whipping behind me like a lasso, I realized we'd fallen FAR.
Geeze, it's a good thing he was there as my personal cushion, otherwise I'd be crushed
flat on the prefectly manicured lawn. My mother would be all "What a shame, what
a shame. Jerome, could you plant a few more marigolds here? This spot is looking a little
bare. Oh, and a little bloody? Clean that up too."
I saw the vast stretch of land between me and my house, and I picked up my speed.
But before I knew it, I blinked, and he was there.
I crashed into his strong chest and fell backwards on my ass--again.
It was hoping this didn't become a new routine for me.
I stared up at him with shocking eyes. "How in the hell did-"
"No time Remy." He said seriously. "You can try running again, but I'll catch up to
you, you know I will. There's no escaping me. And that leech of a vampire that tried
to kill you before? I actually saved your life. You owe me one. The least you could do
is be cooperative."
I was silent.
"Oh, and did I mention he and approximately one hundred thousand vampires within
the tri-city area will be after you within the hour?"
"You couldn't survive without me. Now, do you want to walk back into that
house, and surely be sucked dry by tomorrow, or do you want to come with me?"
He held out his hand for me to grasp, but I didn't. Instead, I said: "How do I know
you won't be one of those vampires? You know, the ones who suck me dry and
leave me twisting on the floor in pain? How can I trust you?"
He stopped for a moment, and withdrew his hand. He have me an expressionless look,
I guess confusion, and then he leaned down next to me, whispering in my ear.
"You can trust me. I swear I won't let anything happen to you. You're safe with me."
His voice was like a breeze on a hot summer day, like a glass of water for a man in the
desert. Entoxicated my his words, I let him haul me up and out of the wet grass.
"And...why exactly do I have thousands of vampires after me?" I asked, my voice shaking
as he led me through the open grass, away from my home.
"Your smell. The day of your eighteenth birthday, the aroma of your blood stretched across
the countryside, alluring all these vampires to you."
My birthday had only been a few days before.
"But why so late?" I asked him. You'd think that the vampires would've come earlier
by now, I thought.
"You have to realize, Remy, there aren't many vampires close by. They've crossed
oceans and lakes, gone through storms and snow, to get to your blood."
I shivered. The thought of all these vampires going through all this trouble just to
get their filthy lips on my neck was disgusting.
"I know," the Beautiful Boy said, obviously feeling me shiver with distaste.
"And where are we going?" I asked, a million more questions bubbling up in my throat
as we walked quickly through into a tall trail of ferns, more like an ocean than
overgrown weeds. His answer surprised me, but I was pleased. Somewhere inside of me,
a bubble popped and I felt strangely happy due to his reply. This place I thought was
only a fiction of my imagination, someplace I'd dreamed of ever since I was little.
Somplace I'd never even lingered on thinking about, knowing it was too good to be
true.
He hesitated, glancing at me with his intoxicating eyes, and finally replied:
"Away from here."