A Night With A Vampire

5 | his house

5 | his house

Before leaving the hospital, I dropped a message to my father so he wouldn’t be worried where his daughter was for the whole night. I told him that I was going to stay at my friend’s house as I needed to clear my head. 

As soon as I stepped inside my small apartment, the rich scent of my mother’s perfume and odor brushed through my nostrils. 

It’s going to be fine. I whispered to myself before entering my room which was all scattered. 

The apartment was a mess and I had no time to clean it. I grabbed my clothes and rushed into the washroom to clean myself up. After taking a small, quick shower, I hopped out and wore the best thing I could possibly find in my closet. It was a mid-thigh red dress that hugged my body. 

Before this all ever happened, I lived an amazing life with my mother. We did have some money issues, but we were able to cover all the bills by the end of the month. My mother wanted to work in the factory regardless of how many times I told her that it wouldn’t be good for health. She didn’t care about my pleads and went ahead and worked in that toxic factory which led her to the hospital once again. 

After my parents divorced, we moved into a small residential building in Willowdale, five hours away from my old home. Once I completed my studies, I received an internship opportunity from Le Doux Corps and after finishing that, I landed in a good job that paid well. 

However, things messed up when my mother got cancer for the first time. I lost everything I had in order to save her and now, I was going to lose everything once again, this time, my dignity as well. 

Once I was ready, I walked outside my apartment and went downstairs to the parking where I found a black SUV. Apparently, Marcus barely ever drove, he had butlers and drivers to take him around the city.

“Ms. Charlotte?” the driver asked as he rolled down his tinted glass windows. 

“Yes, that’s me.” I replied. 

Tall building, thick trees, houses and mansions passed through as were entered a gated community. The city, all that chaos and people were left behind. The roads were slightly drenched in rain as the car moved forward. I couldn’t help myself but glare at the large houses that passed by me. I had never been in this part of the city…ever. It screamed rich, posh and luxurious. The thick silence engulfed me slowly.

As the car moved forward into a passageway, I noticed the dark, forbidden forest surrounding me and a mansion resting at the end of the passage.

This couldn’t be.

I forced down a sickening feeling as the driver moved towards the long, metal gates. He pulled out a card from his pockets and pressed it against the detector. After a small beep, the gates stretched open and allowed us in. 

My eyes wandered around everywhere in fright as a new panic assailed me. There was no possibility that Marcus could be living here. 

After the gates came another passage that led to the mansion resting between the forest and the terrifying trees that stretched all the way to the sky. 

This was a f*****g haunted house. Or at least the one I had seen in movies.

There wasn’t just something dark and mysterious about Marcus and his life. He was entirely hideous and dangerous from what it seemed like. 

Under the cold, beads of sweat collected around my forehead and back. As the car stopped in front of the mansion, I got a closer view of it as the mist disappeared into the air. 

It was dark. 

The driver walked out of the car and came to my side. He opened the passenger door and welcomed me outside. I nervously stepped out of the car while hoping I could just go back and do nothing. At this point, I was terrified of Marcus and whatever he was planning to do with me. 

A sane person couldn’t have a house like this…in middle of nowhere. The last house I saw was around twenty minutes away from this one. Even my poor screams couldn’t be heard. 

The cold gripped me from all sides as I stood outside his house. It screamed wicked. I began trembling from the fear and uncertainty. 

“Charlotte,” I was snapped out of my thoughts as I heard his voice echo in the misty darkness. 

I glanced up at Marcus who stood outside his house. He had a woman standing behind him, wearing an apron and a maid dress underneath it. 

“Hey,” I stepped on the three stairs that led to him. Pushing a piece of hair behind my ear, I tried to maintain my posture and my fragile control in front of Marcus. 

“How are you?” He spoke in the same thick accent as before. It had been a while since I had seen someone speak British English so perfectly like it was medieval times. 

“I..I am fine,” I smiled and tried to hide away the fear. 

I was sure he could hear my thundering heartbeat.

“Please, come in, you must be feeling cold.” He said.

“Thank you,” I replied as I stepped inside the house.

My heart skipped a beat as he touched my back. I swallowed hard as the air around us thickened. While walking further in the house, I was amazed by how it was kept, beautifully.The interior, the design, the furniture all reminded me of the medieval times. Nothing seemed to be modern.

“You have a nice house,” I said. 

“Thank you. Although, I have better room.” He whispered in my ear before taking me up to the spiral stairs that seemed to kiss the sky. 

The fear and anticipation were clawing in my stomach and eating me alive. What was so scary? Marcus or his way of living? Or everything?

After passing the dark hallways, we stopped by a wooden door that Marcus pushed open. My mouth hung open in surprise as I glanced at what was inside. The bedroom was break-taking, it was wider than my entire apartment. A king-sized bed covered half of the ground. Curtains hung above the bed like a frame. The bed, the sheets, the duvet, the wall and even the sofas were all in red. 

My breath hitched in my throat a pair of hands gently pulled the black coat of my shoulders. I shouldn’t have worn red. While most men found it appealing, Marcus found it way too appealing. 

Before he could touch me, I stopped him, “Wait…” I wasn’t ready yet. “I need to tell you something,” I added. There was a flame settled in his eyes and for a moment, I thought they were red as well. 

“Yes?” He asked.

“I..umm…” I breathed out. “…have no experience. I am a virgin,” When the truth finally came out, I felt relieved. 

It was hard to expect that a woman like me was a virgin. I was twenty-one and yet I hadn’t been touched by a male. Most of it was because I saved my self for marriage or the perfect guy which I guess I will never be able to find. I never expected my self to sell my body in order for some money. 

But hard times seek hard measures. 

Marcus laughed, “And you think I don’t know that?” 

“Wait…what? How do you know?” I blurted out. I never told anyone that I was a virgin, not even my colleagues or anyone I worked with. 

“I can smell it, Charlotte. Your body was crafted for me only,” A grin landed on his lips as he spoke. 

It made sense now. He offered money in exchange for a night knowing that I was a virgin. Marcus defiantly had something for virgins. 

“Oh…” I licked my lips nervously. 

The air thickened as he pressed his cold hand against my cheeks. My head dropped down in shame as guilt flooded in my eyes. I knew I was doing something wrong…terribly wrong, but there was no going back now. I was trapped with a man I barely knew and his cold, freezing hands were already touching me. 

“You’re cold,” I mumbled under my breath as I touched his hand that rested on my face. 

“Don’t be scared, Charlotte, I promise I will be gentle.” He whispered in my ear. I found his nearness equally disturbing and exciting.