A Vampire Kidnapped Me - And Now I'm His Slave

32.

“Elizabeth! Please open the door!”

I had been sitting in the bathroom with the door locked for two hours. I didn’t want to talk to anyone, I didn’t want to see anyone, and I didn’t want to see him. I just wanted to curl up and die. So I sat, curled up in the shower curtain, and cried. It was the closest to dying I could manage at the time.

I was ignoring him, because Hailey probably told him that he had to apologize to me. I had already forgiven him, but I didn’t want him to apologize if he didn’t mean it. I didn’t want to be a bother.

“Please? Elizabeth, I’m sorry. I lost my temper. We can try something new. Food coloring might work!”

I felt sorry for him. He had been sitting there since I ran in. Meaning, he sat there for two hours trying to reason with me, and apologizing to me.

Hell, he even tried to bribe me, with a cupcake, to come out of the bathroom.

How he knew I loved cupcakes, was beyond me. I had been blocking him out of my mind ever since I knew how, which had been a while.

But I wasn’t in the mood for a creamy, lovely cupcake. I didn’t deserve to taste such goodness.

Dramatic, I know. But it’s how I felt.

“I still have the cupcake! It’s not as warm now, but it’s still here!”

I felt bad, but I was determined to win.

“Elizabeth, just unlock the door and let me come in. We’ll talk, and if you get fed up with me, I’ll leave.”

I pondered it for a minute. I could just kick him out if I wanted to…

“I’m going to eat the cupcake if you don’t!” He was trying to get me to laugh. It wasn’t going to work.

I crawled over and unlocked the door, before crawling back over to my shower curtain. I put it over me so he couldn’t see my face.

“See, I knew you couldn’t say no to the cupcake.” I could practically hear him smiling as he walked in.

“Elizabeth…” he paused. “Where are you?”

I didn’t reply. He stood there in silence. After a while I felt a few extra thoughts come into my mind. He was trying to read me, but it wasn’t going to work. I quickly blocked him out.

“Stop blocking me. How did you even figure out how to do that?”

I just moaned a reply through my tears.

“There you are.” I felt the plastic being lifted off me. I was left curled in a ball in corner. I stared up at him, and he stared back, slightly dumbfounded. I would’ve been too. If I looked as a terrible as I felt, I’m surprised he didn't scream and run the other way.

“Oh, Elizabeth.” he quickly got down onto his knees. I could help but think of the first time we ‘met’, when he kneeled down on the bloody cement of his basement.

“No…please...” I shook my head, and let the tears run freely so I could see. I said this over and over as quietly as I could, half hoping he wouldn’t hear me so I wouldn’t get hurt again. He crawled closer, and his hand was now inches away from my legs. I pulled them back and gripped the bars tighter; I was holding them so tight they were starting to borrow into the skin of palms, but I ignored the pain to try to save myself.

“Come on, it’s okay.” he whispered, in a soft voice that almost made me melt, trying to calm me down, “I won’t hurt you.”

Surprisingly, it felt like I had only been there a day. Sure I was terrified half the time, but being blinded by love and all, I really didn’t know how long I was there. Probably a while.

“Why are you crying?” I shook my head. “Here.” he held out the cupcake. I took it and nibbled in the, now hard, icing.

“There. Now please tell me why you’ve been in here crying for three hours.” He sat down Indian style in front of me.

“Two hours.” I corrected him. He sighed.

“Fine, two hours.”

“I’m crying because I made you mad.”

He chuckled. “Elizabeth, you know me. Anything can make me mad. I have a terrible temper. Something else is wrong.”

I sigh and wiped my eyes. “I don’t like it when you’re mad at me.” I whispered.

He frowned. “I don’t like it when you’re angry with me.”

“I’m not mad at you.”

“Not now, even though you should be, but you were last night. And if I recall the day before that, and the day before that...” he trailed off and laughed to himself.

I frowned.

“Do I scare you when I’m mad?” he whispered.

“No.”

He sighed, frustrated. “Then why are you on a bathroom floor crying your eyes out?”

“Because, I’m nothing but a burden. I just mess everything up.” I few more tears slipped from my eyes and onto my cupcake before I could wipe them away.

“Elizabeth, come here.” he held open his arms for me. I climbed into his lap and leaned my head on his chest. I breathed his smell, and wrapped my arms around him. He wrapped his arms around me just as firmly as he laid his head on mine. “Elizabeth, you’re anything but a burden. As much as I want you to go home, and be happy, I love having you here.”

My eyes widened.

“And I’m also kind of glad you’re a vampire. I know I’ve damned you, so to speak, but you’re safer now, and I don’t have to be as cautious with you.” He started to stroke my hair. He leaned his head down and whispered in my ear.

“Plus, I don’t feel so alone.”

I dropped my cupcake.
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SamieK: Actually, this story is coming to an end pretty soon. [Whether I make a sequel or not you'll just have to wait and see xD] So, probably50 or so chapters. I have thebasic summary of the story planned, but I have to add detail when i write. I usually have a chapter ready ahead of time,but sometimes i decide to change it, which is why i'm sometimes late on posting. Thanks for the compliments though, I'mglad you like it :)