A Vampires love

Dominic Luco Orlando

For the next few days, I sat in my house, itching like an addict. I was torn between wanting to see Dominic again but also scared. He wasn't normal, he was strange and distant. He felt dangerous.

"Hey sweetie," Dad ruffled my hair as he sat down on the couch with me.

"What're you gonna do today?" he asked.

I shrugged, "Not sure."

"You should get out and meet some kids in the neighbourhood."

"I have," I sorta lied.

"Who?" he asked.

"Umm, Dominic, the guy around the corner in that big mansion." I rolled my eyes as he instantly turned to look at me.

"How old is this boy?"

I shrugged.

"How old do you think he is?"

"Maybe eighteen?" I suggested.

"That's too old,"

"For what?" I side eyed his reaction.

"You know what," Dad poked me in the ribs playfully.

"Don't worry, it's not like that." I giggled.

"Well, why don't you meet some girls? The family next door has a girl your age." Dad sipped on his coffee thoughtfully, "I know I said I'd finish unpacking today, but I get paid double on weekends." He got up and kissed me on the head.

"I know, dad, it's okay. I'll leave your dinner in the microwave for you." I watched him shove his big feet into his worn steel cap boots.

After he left, I decided to get dressed. the day was on the warmer side, so I picked out some denim shorts and a tank top.

I wandered down the street once again, walking towards Dominics' house. But this time, the iron gates were open. A silent invitation.

My shoes crunched on the white pebbles of the driveway as I walked up to the looming front door.

Before, I'd barely knocked once the door opened.

"Hello," Dominic greeted me with a smirk.

"Hi," was all I managed to say.

"Would you like to come in?" He offered.

"Yeah, thanks." I stepped inside. this time, the house was warmer. it smelt less stagnant. More homely.

"I was woundering I'd you'd like to see something?" Dominic asked as ge handed me a glass of cold lemonade.

"depends what it is," I smiled up at him, over the rim of the tall glass I held.

"Come, find out." he enticed me.

I followed him, up the grand stair case, all the way to the attic. A wide grin spread across dominics face when I noticed small cries coming from the corner of the room.

I tip toed over and found three tiny kittens and a mother cat, laying in a nest of old bed sheets and curtains.

"I found them yesterday." Dominic whispered from behind me, I could feel him almost against me as I leant down to feel the silkiness if the kittens fur.

"Are you going to keep them?" I asked.

"I suppose, but, if you wanted, when they're old enough, you could have one." He offered.

"I don't know if my dad will let me," I sighed, longing to take home one of the fluffy babies.

two of the kittens were back with white socks while the third was white and ginger.

the mother was a pure black cat.

"You can name them if you like." Dominc spoke as he watched me study the kittens.

"I'll name them when I get a chance to see their personalities." I decided.

"You'll have to come by regularly then, to get to know them." He insisted.

"Okay," I agreed