Delilah

It had been an entire month since the encounter with Robert the Vampire. The morning after was a bit of a blur. If it weren't for the fact that I awoke covered in mud and had little spots of blood on my shirt and the most damming evidence...a bruise on my neck, I would have passed it off as nothing more than a delusion.

The whole thing sounded like a delusion. I was taken to the woods by a vampire who out of the goodness of his undead heart, he spared my life and didn't kill me. He took me home and even told me his name, Robert. Like hell was I going to spill the beans to anyone. I'd end up with a diagnosis of female hysteria.

My sister asked about the bruise on my neck. Without hesitation I said it was a hickey. A big purple hickey that some guy named Robert I made out with had given me. What was the harm in lying? At least I wouldn't be dragged to see a psychiatrist.

My sister laughed, "You made out with a guy in the woods?", she asked incredulous.

"Yup."

"You dumbass! You could have been mauled by a wolf or chopped up by some creepy inbred serial killer in the woods.", she scolded.

I rolled my eyes, "Frankly, I was more preoccupied with a more dangerous creature.", I replied curtly.

My sister looked at me confused, "What the fuck is that supposed to mean?"

Like hell was I going to tell her about vampires. "The animal that's attacked so many people. The crazy ones think he's a vampire.", I replied quickly. It was close to the truth, what's the harm in a half lie?

My sister was starting to get suspicious. I was never a good liar. "Why do you say he?"

"It's just personification", I replied.

I stood up from the breakfast bar to go put my cereal bowl in the sink. I had plans that day. Lord knows I wasn't going to let this incident go.

"SIT. DOWN.", demanded my sister.

Startled, I obeyed. I sat back down on the stool.

"That man Robert...did he hurt you?", she asked gently.

I shook my head, "No.", I replied, sounding sincere.

Except he did hurt me, he bit me and somehow compelled me to cooperate. But he patched me up and gave me some blood to heal me. He still hurt me.

My sister sighed, "Delilah, I'm going to shoot straight. That 'hickey' looks like a bruise.  Did he hurt you?", she asked again.

Yes, he did. He kidnapped me and took me into the woods and fucking bit me. But I'm not fucking saying that.

"No", I reiterated. "He's just into...kinky stuff", I lied.

"Like...chains and whips and stuff?", she asked incredulous.

I shook my head, "More like biting "

She grimaced and shook her head. "Ew... sorry I asked.", she said and walked away.

At least now she will not ask again. My sister wouldn't understand the truth. I'd rather her think Robert is a freak for BDSM rather than for what he really is. An abomination.  Vampires are an abomination.

That day was a bit of a chilly spring morning. The sky, gray and bleak, was going to rain on us that day. Before treading out of the house, I wrapped a scarf around my neck to cover up the wound. There was no way concealer was going to do the job of hiding it. Given the weather, wearing a scarf was passable.

My sister is the only one who had a car of her own so she always had reliable transportation to go to work. As for me, I do not have a car of my own. So I walk to get anywhere. Therefore I try to leave my house as little as I can.

During the journey, a cold raindrop landed on my cheek. Shit, I had forgotten to bring an umbrella. It wasn't pouring rain, it was barely a drizzle so I didn't care and kept walking. The convenience store was just two more blocks anyway.

My sister had compiled a list of things we were running out of and stuck me with the errand. She would take care of it on her own except she claimed to be super busy. I don't buy it, she just wants to see me suffer. It was going to rain harder, I could feel it.

A shortcut to the store involved going through a filthy alley. Said alley was a popular spot for the teenagers to be alone together, or for people to dump their rubbish. The stench of garbage assaulted my sense of smell each time I've gone through. I had been avoiding going through but I felt like I had to on this day.. This time, I smelt something different among the odor of garbage. Smoke. Hard alcohol.

I don't let that dissuade me and keep walking. In a certain spot, the smell gets stronger.  Naturally, I look around for the origin. Is some alcoholic lurking around here? Or is someone trying to start a fire. I look to my left to see him. Robert the Vampire, hiding behind a dumpster with a bottle of rum on the ground next to it. I know that it's him. The smell of his blood was too familiar. And I knew that styled unruly hair anywhere. It was definitely him.. The smoke from cigarettes seemed to be coming his pathetic hiding place.

Like a gong in my head, the echo of my heartbeat stopped me in my tracks. This man was stalking me. I'm going to get bit again or something.  My anxious thoughts are interrupted by heaving breathing that almost sounds like hissing. It's coming from there, where he's crouched behind the odorous green dumpster. Normally, I would go about my merry way, assuming it to be a homeless person or somebody camping out in the alley. I almost want it to be some kids playing a scary prank on pedestrians.

I put my hands in my pocket and clutch my tiny can of pepper spray. I walk closer and kick down the bottle.

"I know you're there. Is there a reason you're-"

I look behind the dumpster where he was and saw nobody. The bottle being the only proof he was here. For all I know it wasn't even his. The scent of his blood was completely gone as well. There was no trace of him anywhere. After a moment of being confused, I slowly started back on my way.

I thought maybe I had PTSD or something and just hallucinated him. But the crazy part was that in the flashbacks, I did not feel afraid.  It felt like a simple memory rather than a nightmare. I felt afraid now. I couldn't even tell a shrink at the risk of being deemed mad. It wasn't Robert I was afraid of nor getting bit. I couldn't understand why. Maybe it was the gut feeling, of my life being changed drastically.

Before reaching the end of the alley, I looked back and still there was nobody. But when I faced forward again, I was slapped in the face with an intense force that I fell to the ground.  Before I can look up and see how did this to me, I hear an unfamiliar voice whisper in my ear telling me to go to sleep. All I can see is someone's eye looking directly into mine. And I black out.

I come to and the first thing I notice is that it's night. Holy smokes, did I sleep all day? As things gradually become clearer, I realize that the windows I'm looking through are not the ones in my room. The whole room is different.  Much more spacious than my room, that's for sure. The bedroom was illuminated by a single lamp in the corner. My room had plank walls, this room had beige painted walls. I was lying on a large bed with white like colored sheets.

My face is sore and my temples are throbbing. Once the initial confusion wore off, I remembered what happened to me in the alley. I don't feel my coat on me, I'm wearing the same clothes much to my relief. My boots are sitting across the room on a dark wood dresser.  My purse is gone-of course.

As I sit up, there's a pain in my back. My entire body ached as though I got thrown off the roof. It felt heavy against my body. The entire room is soulless. There's no decorations, very little furniture, and no sign of anyone even living here. The dresser had no mirror and just a glass of water on it. I'm afraid to find out what is behind that one closet door.

The pain in my back subsides but whenever I move I get jolts of pain. I rallied through and got off the bed and hobbled over to the dresser. I was so thirsty that I didn't even stop to consider that isn't water. I picked up the glass and as I put it to my lips the door open loudly and I ended up dropping the glass on the carpet floor and spilling its contents. I swung around, on edge and tense to see who had come through.  Robert, the Vampire.

The confusion went away. He brought me here and I was so certain about. Robert looked down at the spill and picked up the glass. He then grabs me by the shoulders which shakes me up. His eyes show desperation and he's so close to my face.

"Did you drink that?", he demands.

I shake my head but he insists, "Answer me!", he shouts.

"No! No!", I shout back.

He lets go and puts the empty glass on the counter. 
"My blood is still running through your veins.  That was poison, you could have died and started a vampire transition!", he says.

I don't answer. I'm too shocked to say anything.  Robert takes notice and his expression becomes stern. His eyes meet mine and lock on each other.  He's going to compel me again.

"You're not afraid of me. Stay calm.", he orders.

And just like that, with no clear reason why, I obey. I feel as though nothing is no longer amiss. Suddenly, the fact that I almost ingested poison makes me angry not shocked. I don't even care that I could be risking my life standing up to Robert.

"How the hell do you even know that I still have your blood inside me?", I ask.

"I can smell it. Which is why I brought you here. I knew you would ask.", he replied.

"Okay, but why specifically?", I ask.

Robert rolls his eyes. Geez, attitude! "How are you so dense? I need to guard you until it passes out of your system. Anything can happen out there and you could die at any moment. ",  he warns.

"Okay, makes sense. How long does it take for it to pass?", I ask.

"A fortnight. ", he replied nonchalantly.

I was flabbergasted, "Two fucking weeks?!", I shrieked.

"Do you want to be plagued with vampirism for eternity?", he asked.

"My sister is going to be worried about me. She's going to think I was murdered or something.  My parents are going to lose their shit!", I shouted.

"Keep your voice down and stop being such a drama queen. ", he snapped. "I already have it sorted.", he added.

"What did you do?", I demanded.

"I had your sister compelled to believe that you went on a trip to find yourself. She herself is on a vacation. ", he replied.

Cliché. Thank goodness for vampire compulsion because my sister isn't stupid enough to buy such crap like that.

"I still don't see why you couldn't have simply compelled me to stay indoors in my house instead of imprisoning me in this shit hole. If you wanted to simply keep me around as your little human pet at least fucking admit it. Don't act all fucking noble and like you're my protector. Because whatever reason you think justifies this, let's face the facts; you abduct me and take me to the woods and you bite me, now you knock me out in the middle of the street and kidnap me. You're a monster!", I ranted.

"You don't understand ", he says.

"What is there to understand? You kidnap me, twice. This isn't like Beauty and the Beast. If you really wanted to protect me and if you really mean me no harm, you'd let me go home and you'd stay away from me and stay out of my life.", I spat.

"There are other vampires who want to kill you and your sister.  I wasn't the one who struck you in that alley. It was another vampire, Morrissey.  He knows where you live and he's going to hurt you both.  So I brought you here, where he can't find you.", he said.

This felt so unreal. Now there's another vampire by the name of Morrissey.  My sister was involved. Still none of it made any sense.

"Why should I believe you?", I spat.

"Because although I drank your blood, I've got a bond with you.  It's a vampire curse. Being drawn to one human, it's usually fatal to human. Because we get so drawn to their blood that we drain them and they die.", he says.

"Look, you may not think it's a good idea but in this scenario, I think it would be better if you kept feeding me your blood. Because if I do happen to die, I can come back.", I  replied.

"As a vampire.  Do you really want the curse of being a vampire?", he replied.

"It's just a precaution. ", I insist.

"No. You're staying here. And yes, I do want to keep you here. ", he spat angrily.

"Great ", I snarled.

Dun dun dun! To be continued.  Hi guys. Haven't seen you in a while! I decided to make a part two to this! I have one request, a gay threesome (smut). So... that’s also in the making. As you know, requests are always open.  My policy on requests remains the same.

Feedback is always appreciated as well as requests, suggestions, and commentary. I hope to see you guys in the next update if you haven't tuned out due to my inconsistent updates. Feel free to ask me some questions for a QnA too.

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