Kidnapped by vampires 10

"Have you always drank heavy vodka? I mean you drink it like a pro." Blake said with raised eyebrows. I turned around to dig in the fridge for any kind of fruity thing to squirt in my vodka that was in a shot glass on the bar beside Blake's.

"No, i'm just good at not showing the fact it burns like hell." i laughed without looking back at him. I closed the fridge and turned back around when i didn't find anything that seemed right to put in my vodka and sat beside Blake at the bar again.

"Why do you and Nathan hate eachother so much?" i asked bluntly before downing the entire shot glass at one time. I blinked for a second and didn't show any signs that i hated the burn and it hurt for the mere fact that it was funny to see the look on Blake's face every time i done that.

"Its a long story, nothing really important." Blake muttered before taking a deliberately slow sip from his vodka. That didn't really suit my interest though, i mean i really wanted to know what could form such a strong hate.

"Nothing really important? The looks you give eachother are like..woah." i slurred out, i felt like my head weighed a thousand pounds. It wanted to roll over to the side, and it was a huge war to keep it up straight. Blake didn't seem to be noticing my war and if he did he probably thought i was just drunk.

Nickolas came in the room, glanced at us, and made his way over to the fridge without saying anything.

"Nickolas, the blood is at the bottom.." i said quietly before putting my elbows on the table and my head in my hands to hold it up.

"You've organized the fridge too?" he asked in amusement, but all the amusement vanished when he turned around and aparently just noticed that i was fighting to keep my head up. It wasn't normal, i hadn't been up long enough to be wanting to sleep like this.

"I think i should go to the bathroom for a sec." i murmered before staggering out of the room. Neither of them followed me or argued, and probably instead chose to stay back there and argue with eachother. I slipped into the bathroom just down the hall and first went to the huge stand-alone mirror at the end of it by the bathtub to see if my complexion was green or something.

It was the same as always, the only thing different from the way i was when Blake got here was the fact my head wanted to disembody itself. I stood in one place as a massive head-rush came over me. I shook my head and went over to the door, locking it incase anyone came in while i was throwing up, because i figured that was whats wrong with me. I went back over to the mirror, stood about two or three feet away, and pulled my lower eyelid down;; maybe my eyes were blood-shot. They weren't, they were crystal clear.

Then it happened, so quickly i didn't see it coming. I got a head rush worse than the first, a very sharp pain in my heart, and i felt like all of my blood was turning to ice in less than one second. I staggered fell forward and a loud crash errupted around the room when the mirror broke and shards of glass showered around my limp and bleeding body on the bathroom floor.

Five hours later

"How did you get Blake to leave?" Nickolas asked Nathan in his usual amused tones. His light eyebrows were raised and his eyes were shining even though he was a little worried about Alexandria. He'd knocked on the bathroom door several times and each time he heard nothing. He also swore that right after she left he heard glass breaking. But he'd brushed it off, he'd always been the type to worry and be paranoid.

"I assured him that his 'girlfriend' wasn't going to come out of the bathroom for another hour atleast. And that none of us would tolerate him in our house much longer." Nathan said as he poured a glass of the ice-cold blood into a wine glass. He prefered it cold sometimes, not hot like it was out of peoples bodies. "How long has she been in there, anyway?" Nathan questioned, raising his eyes from the blood that he was swirling in the glass.

"Over four hours." Nickolas said in annoyance, but Nathan heard the worry laced underneath the tone.

"You shouldn't worry about her. It'll be better for us if she dies anyway." Nathan said shallowly.

"I do need to worry, im positive she's my--" he began but he was interupted when he heard the bathroom door down the hall get kicked open. He jumped up from the table along with Nathan and they both came to the bathroom where they found Kristopher standing in a pile of glass, standing above an unconscious and possibly dead Alexandria. Like always Nathan stepped in and took charge completely. Ignoring the glass stuck in her clothes and hair that was cutting his arms now, he picked her up and ran upstairs to his bedroom and laid her on the bed. He had to heal this girl more often than he had to himself.

1 day later

I woke up and blinked my eyes to adjust to the dark, or atleast help the process. I was in a room i'd never been in before. It was generally far darker than mine. The drapes didn't even let in one ray of the light outside, the carpet i thought was black, the walls a color i couldn't quite make out. There weren't any picture on the wall to make it comfortable. Then i looked to my left and i saw Nathan.. asleep.. in a chair.. with a tube sticking out of his arm that was somehow going to mine.

Wait..

TUBES IN MY ARM?!

"Oh my god! Holy shit! Get this.. this.. straw-thing out of me!" i exclaimed in a high-pitched scream. Nathan woke up automatically and glared at me firsthand. He didn't even get a chance to properly understand what i was freaking out about before glaring, infact.

"Shut up." he growled before leaning back in the chair again. He closed his eyes, like he was just going to block me out. That wouldn't work.

I chewed on the nail from my right hand before asking him, "Why is there this.. thing.. hanging out of my arm?" i asked quietly, i didn't want to shout this time, i now remembered that a vampires hearing was very sensitive. He was probably deaf by now, thanks to me.

"Because if i weren't letting you have some of my blood, you'd die." he responded without opening his eyes. This was the first time he'd ever said a sentence to me without being sarcastic or mean, and it made me feel a little better. After all, if he could be nice now that meant he could be nice later.

"I'm not going to turn into a-"

"Monster? No." he replied in an acid growl. I shook my head, allowing some long hair to fall in my face. I knew he could see perfectly fine in the dark, he would be able to see my blush if he would open his eyes and i didn't care for that.

"I wasn't going to say monster. I was just going to say vampire." i replied, yet again feeling a little let-down because all vampires expected all humans to think of them as evil creatures. Actually all things immortal thought that, and it wasn't true. It was true for a lot of humans, but not for me. The one person they thought would be the most like that wasn't, how ironic.

"Right." he snorted, not believing me. I brushed the hair out of my face, as the color had drained from my face now. If i hadn't of been sitting up against a huge pile of pillows i would have probably just fell off the bed with the sudden movement i made.

"It doesn't matter to me if you believe me or not, but, i've always thought immortals were beautiful. And until Kristopher bit me, and i found out it hurt so bad, i wanted to be one of you. No, of course my family doesn't know this. And neither does the jackass i'm meant to marry. No one does except you now, and you'll use it to make me feel like shit. Thats the way you are, isn't it? I don't know if i look like that girl you miss or not, but it shouldn't fucking matter. I'm not her, and i don't get any respect from you or Kristopher! And i don't want it because i'm a princess i want it because i live, breath, and have blood just like EVERYONE ELSE!" i shrieked, my voice growing louder with every word i said. Without thinking of the consiquences i ripped the tube out of my arm, covered the little hole that had started bleeding very badly when i done that, and sprinted from the room. Leaving Nathan watching where i had been sitting, his eyes definitely open from the shouting i had done.