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Claire Pov.
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A warm sensation beams onto my skin—gosh, it feels heavenly. A strange, salty smell fills the air, as the sound of crashing waves invades my consciousness. I lift my eyelids only to be met with a half sun, hanging low in the sky, confirming that the night shall begin shortly. I pull myself up and further search my surroundings. I'm lying on a bed that has been placed in the middle of the balcony.

Hey, this wasn't here last night. Nonetheless, I'm very grateful. That was the best sleep I have ever experienced in my eighteen years of living.

I look down at myself. The beautiful emerald dress clings to my skin snugly at the top and flows loosely down my legs. My skin glistens in the sunlight.

Wait a minute. I don't remember putting this dress on, and I damn sure didn't take a bath. The honey, milk, and oats fragrance of soap that booms out of my pores say otherwise.

That only means one thing: That blood-sucking leech changed my clothes. Pervert! He must have washed my body in my sleep. Speaking of which, I don't remember falling asleep or leaving the closet to come out here.

A white bird with a long brown beak lands on the bed. Its beady black eyes stare at me as it moves its bald head side to side. I have never seen this type of bird before. Honestly, I have never really seen a bird in person at all.

I stretch out my arm slowly, deciding that I want to feel its texture. It squawks at me and flies away. My hands grip the comforter beneath them.

Now, back to that perverted leech.

If only I knew how to escape this place, I'd open the door and fry his ass to a crisp.

With that thought, I roll out of the bed and search my surroundings for a second time, attempting to locate some sort of landmark that would identify where his kingdom is located.

I may not have paid attention to any other subjects in that god-awful school, but geography always fascinated me. I paid close attention to the different climates of each continent and very close detail to certain landmarks to tell them apart.

The vampire instructors only filled our minds with a little knowledge of important subjects. They focused on teaching us how to be perfect slaves instead of how to be smart beings. Thank God I wasn't that dumb to fall into their trap.

A moment passes, and I'm still unable to identify any landmark. More birds like the one that sat before me continue to fly in circles closer towards the water.

Bird. Water. And Sand. That doesn't help much. Birds, water, and sand. Birds! That's it. Right there, birds! If I can manage to sneak into one of his massive libraries, I'm sure I can find a book about birds, and even I know certain types of birds only live in certain places of the world. Bingo!

I move around in a victory dance. Then I lie back on the bed and vividly memorize each detail of the birds flying over me. The sun starts to fall, disappearing and bringing forth the night.

I guess I shall head inside and get ready for this meeting with whatever blood-sucking friends of King Nicklaus. I wonder what he's doing anyway. I'm pretty sure he was aware of the exact moment that I woke up. The vampire instructors always seemed to be able to identify when we were awake or asleep. If they could, I know that he is no different.

I take one last look at the beautiful body of water. Not one picture in any book that I have ever read actually captures the true beauty of this large body of water. I slide the glass door open and take a step inside his room. The blood-sucking pervert is still fast asleep. It's so strange. He actually looks like a harmless human. Well, a supermodel, badass, sexy kitten, human while he's asleep.

Sexy kitten. Really, Claire? Pull yourself together.

Okay, more like a sexy tiger that will rip a human into shreds while they're asleep.

I blow air from out my mouth and make my way towards the bathroom. My eyes nearly pop out of my head again, like seriously. Is every room in this house so freaking fancy? I can't decide if I want to take a shower in the wide walk-in shower with several golden shower heads that seem to hang in every direction or sink inside that huge golden tub I have to climb up a few stairs to get into. Not to mention the tub appears to be big enough to house the entire body of water outside.

Decisions, decisions, decisions.

I squeak in excitement, of course. I'm taking a shower.

I untie my dress, allowing it to fall to the floor before turning the shower on. Water flows in different speeds out of each shower head.

Heaven, heaven, heaven.

Chanting the words inside my head, I hop right in. The water hits my back from all different angles, filling me with pure happiness. I place my head under the water and enjoy the feeling as it trails down my body. I grab the purple soap that smells exactly as I expected—just like honey, milk, and oats.

I know that pervert washed my body last night. That is so creepy, someone washing you in your sleep. I mean I guess it's expected. Vampires have no respect for human privacy. If they like it, they take it. And based upon King Nicklaus's reaction when Xander decided to punish one of my attackers, he's no different.

Xander's stormy‑grey eyes suddenly flash through my head somehow, piercing straight into my soul. One thing is for certain, King Xander does know how to leave a good impression on a lady, especially one such as myself. And I'm only a human.

I continue my shower in a peaceful-like state. Once I finally have had enough, I turn the shower off, then grab a towel and dry off fairly quickly. I realize I didn't bring any clothing into the bathroom with me. My eyes search for the dress that I was wearing before my shower, only to be unable to locate it. I must be going crazy! I know that dress was right there.

Steam hangs heavy throughout the bathroom, and fog covers the mirrors and other bathroom surfaces. I heave and release a long sigh. Perfect! Now I have to walk out of here in nothing but a towel.

That pervert must have snuck in here and taken my dress with him. Pervert, pervert, blood-sucking pervert. I hate him with a passion. Gosh! As I said, his kind loves to take advantage of my kind.

Anger soars through me as I walk out of the bathroom. The devil himself is sitting on his bed with my dress in his hand.

"Forget something, firecracker?" he teases, barely holding back his laughter.

His broad shoulders flex as he twirls my dress in his hand. And that's not it, he is wearing absolutely nothing! That's right he's bare as the day he was born or created, or whatever happens when a vampire awakens.

My eyes—opening so wide, wider than I could ever imagine—zero indirectly on his manhood.

Oh my, he's gigantically big! There's no way that's real.

"Wow!" I place one hand over my eyes and the other over my mouth. "Cover please."

His laughter fills the air, booming against the walls.

"Oh come on. Baby, you know you like it. Come get some," he teases me further.

I run into the closet, banging my head into the wall in the process. Ouch, that hurt like a bitch. But I can't blame it on my own clumsiness. No. This time it isn't my fault. Not too many people can see with their hands over their eyes. I can't believe I just blatantly eyeballed his cock like that—out in the open with no shame. I couldn't look away even if I wanted to.

He is so huge, so gigantically huge. Even bigger than a horse's dick. And I'm here to tell you horses have really big, thick, and long junks.

I search the closet for some clothes and find a black lace bra and panties set first. After struggling to place the undergarments on my body, I grab some skinny jeans and a comfortable olive-green V-neck shirt.

Once covered, I start to panic again. My back hits the door, and I slide down in embarrassment. Water drips from my damp hair, providing the perfect sound effect. I can't believe I just smack my head, adding to the effect.

Pull it together, Claire. You are not one of those brainwashed humans that you grew up with. He's evil, very, very, evil, and your enemy. Pull it together, Claire, I mentally tell myself over and over and over again.

He's not even acting like himself. That is not the vampire king that inspected me at the auction. All of this playful nature and kind little gestures must be some sort of act. Maybe he's trying to make me fall in love with my abductor. Yeah, that's it. I have read that many vampires did that to humans before the Awakening.

The more I think about the change in his behavior, the more my head spins. Maybe I should have behaved in school so my plans could have actually had a chance of playing out. If I'd behaved, I would have been invisible. If I was invisible, the instructors wouldn't have had it out for me. And just maybe Xander would have been the one to choose me at the auction, taking me straight to the bleeder kingdom.

"Little firecracker, come out. Come out wherever you are," he calls in a teasing voice, once again irritating me to no end.

Oh boy! The king of all vampires acts more like a human teenager. How on heaven's earth did he manage to lead his race to victory against nations of different humans?

I rise to my feet and drag myself back into the room.

He is still on the bed, no longer naked but still looking handsomely good. I hate that he is so attractive. God, I wish I could knock that sexy little smirk right off his good-looking face. He truly is so fucking appealing.

Pull it together, Claire. Pull it together, Claire.

The little voice inside my head starts to chant once more.

"Yes, pull it together, Claire." He chuckles again, before standing up.

"Stay out of my head, you stupid, blood-sucking vampire leech," I snap.

Stupid vampire powers. Gosh, he is so annoying. Damn it! Can a human girl have a little privacy around these blood-sucking monsters?

"You mean perverted blood-sucking monster leeches?"

His voice pops into my head without a word actually escaping from his mouth.

I give him the stink eye. Yeah, I can be as childish as him.

I hate your kind. I hate your kind. Burn in hell. I hate your kind.

His hands go up in the air as he takes a step forward.

"I get it, you hate my kind. News flash, baby. My kind hates yours too, so we're even."

I'm just about to form a jazzy snap back when he opens his big mouth again and says, "Your shirt enhances the color of your eyes. I have always loved that brilliant‑green color. They're fascinating."

My body freezes when he pulls me closer towards his God-given body. I melt. I'm a puddle. A very, very large puddle.

"Claire." His minty breath blows softly as he calls my name in a hypnotizing way.

My name, he actually said my name, not chosen or slave, but my name.

"Yes?" I manage to answer.

"You will follow my every command the entire time at this dinner. You're mine to do with as I please. I own you."

Awake Friday
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