VAMPIRE'S ADDICTION

5. Mistake

CHAPTER FIVE

“So um…that happened,” I muttered, my voice floating above the silence of the room. I could not meet his gaze and so instead I stared at the celling, my naked body under the flimsy cream bed sheet. How the hell did I let my emotions get the better part of my judgment?

He flipped on his side, his elbow resting on the pillow while his cheek rested on his raised palm.

“You mean we had some…mind-blowing s*x,” I didn’t have to look to know that he was smirking at my expense. Why did he have to be a complete hotcake complete with most irresistible ice topping of tantalizing abs.

I quickly stepped off the bed, clutching on to the sheet,” This will never happen again,”

“Come on Jenny. Who are we kidding? We’ve got our differences but at the end of the day, you and I are attracted to each other in a level only we can understand. I love you so much and I know that there is a part of you that loves me too,”

I shook my head, “Are you really that confident? I’ve never said I loved you before and just because I consented to s*x with you doesn’t mean I actually give a flying rat about you Damien,” His eyes darkened for a split of a second.

Well, maybe that particular statement was much of a lie. Maybe I wasn’t exactly in love with him but I knew damn well that I actually felt something for him which somehow went against my nature. 

He stepped out of bed advancing towards me slowly and on impulse I stepped back. If it weren’t for the wall of my bedroom, I’d have probably kept on moving back while he kept approaching me. His taller frame trapped me against the wall while I clutched on the flimsy sheet. He was so damn close to me that I could feel the heat of his breath on my face, my nerves more aware of him. He traced his index finger slowly over the edge of my right jaw, stopping at my chin and tilting it so that my eyes were held in his gaze.

“You say you don’t give a flying rat about me but deep down I know you do. I hate that you are so caught up in this horrendous illusion of what you think I’m supposed to be that it scares you to admit what you feel for me. What is so bad about me being a vampire that makes you not accept that you feel something for me too? You, me; we feel something deep for each. Heck, I haven’t felt something this strong after Stormy-“

“Who is alive and trying to kill me,” I deadpanned. That distracted him for a mere second and before I could escape, his right arm went around my waist, jerking my body against it.

“You think I don’t know that? I would never let any harm come on you on my account. For the past couple of days, I haven’t heard a single moment of calmness. All I could think about was you and how you couldn’t stand me. I should have been thinking about my possibly risen mate but no, I could only think about how scared I was to lose you,”

“C-Can you just stop? All this bullshit about love and feelings is not something I want to hear right now.  Maybe I’m attracted to you but its just physical. Nothing deep,” I pointed out. He was right about the part where I had this horrific image of him, of what a vampire should be, in my brain that it scared me to even admit to feeling anything for him.

“Then why did you get hurt after you found out about me?” He questioned.

“Stop trying to build something where there is nothing Damien Scott! I don’t love you and would never let myself fall for a f*****g vampire. T-This…was a mistake and if I were in my right mind, I would never have f****d you. Look, how about we go back downstairs where my friend actually needs me? There is nothing between you and me, Damien. So quit trying to make something out of it,” I said.

He held my gaze for a full ten seconds in complete silence as though he was trying to see right through me. His hand slowly disentangled from my waist then he walked back to where his clothes were. He grabbed his clothes, putting them on but on his way out he stopped with his hand on the door as he looked back at me.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered.

“Sorry for what?” I questioned, still clutching on the sheet as though it was my dear life.

“For caring about you,” he then walked out, closing the door with a slight bang.

A shuddered breath left my lips. I was supposed to be so damn angry and afraid of him at the same time and yet he had the f*****g audacity to make me feel guilty. Ugh! I hated him for making me feel this way. My phone rung, disrupting me and I grabbed it, accepting the all without checking the caller ID.

“Hello?”

“Jenny,” William’s voice answered from the other end. We hadn’t really been talking since Sean’s funeral but I was glad he stayed in town, taking up the teaching job and still working at the gym.

“Oh, Will. Hey,” I sat down on the bed.

“So, um…I know I’ve been keeping my distance but I was kind of hoping we could hang out later. If you are free of course,” he added hastily.

“I’d love to,”

“Oh, awesome. I’m kind of hoping to get over the awkward stage of us. So, what do you say about dinner at my house? It’s nothing intimate. Actually, it’s more like a friendly dinner and my son would be with us,” he sounded pretty nervous.

“I’d love that Will,” I assured him. Maybe it was a bad idea to have dinner with him after our breakup but I needed a distraction just for tonight.

This was the worst day of my life.