Kidnapped by vampires 12

A few days after the fall

The room we put Blake in was less dark than the one i'd woken up in with Nathan virtually attached to my arm. But the chair i had been sitting in beside the bed earlier was far less comfortable than i imagined the one in his room, so i had eventually moved to the bed where i was laying with Blake now. I was watching his face for any movement at all besides his eyes. They were moving constantly - showing me he was atleast alive because he was dreaming.

God. I think i would have rather been flown away to Hell than see him here close to death. His wings hadn't gone back in his back, since he hadn't woke up. They were spread out on the bed, giving me a clear view of the wound that i had bandaged up the best i could. I had put a wrap around his head from where it had sort of.. cracked open when he hit it on a rock.

It was a mixture of the wing and the head that could have killed him, could possibly be killing him. The bullets Nathan had loaded in his gun were poisoned, and his head hitting that rock from so far up and me landing on top of him didn't help the case at all.

I rubbed at my eye tiredly. I'd been awake for the full three days that Blake had been out, watching him. If he woke up i wanted to be the first to make sure he was okay, not one of the vampires who hated him. I had the door locked in three different ways just to make sure it would be me and not them. He wouldn't need hate and stereotyping upon waking up, he'd need affection.

And i would be the one to give it to him since he.. well.. 'broke my fall' so to speak.

I remembered him telling me about his wings when i was drinking with him a week ago. How anything could do anything to them and it wouldn't hurt, of course minus getting stabbed or shot, but a person could fall on them and it wouldn't hurt. So i was laying on his unharmed wing, the soft feathers like an extra-plush cushion under me. I was cuddled against his shoulder, which i hadn't intended to do and didn't even know i was doing.

Over all i was very warm and very comfortable, which explains why i drifted off to sleep.


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I huge rush of cold air is what woke me up from the deepest sleep i'd managed to have in days. I blinked and looked toward the window to see it open, the curtains blowing in the breeze. Then i looked behind me, sensing a presence, and almost had a stroke when i saw Nathan standing there in the shadows. He was better than a murderer, but still!

I put my hand over my heart and sat up abruptly to glare at him, even though i wasn't positive where his face was because he was standing in the shadows. But i could tell by what i did see that it was Nathan.

"Haven't you ever learned to not just sneak into windows?" i snapped as i stood up. I stretched much like a cat would before looking at him again.

"Trying to have sex with your boyfriend while he's asleep now?" He asked, i could see the smirk slash sneer on his face without even having to directly see it.

"He is not my boyfriend!" i shot back quickly, annoyed that he continued to insist that me and Blake were somehow dating when i had only seen him three or four times.

"But you were trying to have sex with him in his sleep?" he replied, i could hear the fact he was having fun doing this in his voice. It wasn't amusement though, it was the kind of fun a kid has putting gum in their utter enemies long hair. That kind of fun, the kind that isn't the kind you want aimed at you. I clenched my hand into a fist rather than jumping on him because i knew for a fact he would win that battle.

"No!!!!" i screamed at him, then i swiftly turned around to make sure i hadn't woken Blake up. I didn't; which proved he was still in his coma-like state. I turned back around and crossed my arms across my chest and glared at Nathan.

"What did you come up here for? I know you wouldn't have climbed three stories just to toy with my mind." i mumbled before sitting on the edge of the bed, making sure to not sit on his wing that was still spread out. They were so huge they hung off of the bed on either side while he was in the middle. It was a king-size bed.

"I came up here because you need to eat. Come downstairs and eat something, take a shower, then come back up here with fu-Blake." Nathan said simply. His tone wasn't the usual annoyed one, it was just a careless one this time. Which was another improvement on our relationship over all since i started out with him using a cold irritated voice every single time we talked.

"Why do you care if i eat or not?" i asked suspiciously;; he was probably poisoning the food, "You just want to sneak up here while i'm doing all this so you can hurt him!" i shot out as soon as the possibility entered my mind.

"It wasn't my idea, it was Nickolas's. He also said you'd suspect that. We'll eat with you and you don't have to take a shower." Nathan shot back. He talked quicker than i did, presumably not liking the situation Nickolas had put him into. Why was Nickolas not doing anything that had to do with me himself? Great, he was aparently pulling away from me for some reason too! Who on his side was dead that i didn't know of?

"Vampires don't have to eat, you'd all sit there staring at me." i replied, picking at my nails with a frown on my face. I wouldn't be very comfortable to be stared at by all three of them while trying to choke down food on a stomache that didn't want it in the first place although my rational side told me i atleast needed to try.

"We sometimes really do eat. Vampires don't have to take themselves completely away from mortal food." he informed me curtly. He didn't wait on my answer and grabbed the top of my arm before tugging me to the door. He stopped to unlock it then pulled me out and re-shut it before dragging me to the stairs.

"Stop it! I can walk on my own!" i demanded before ripping my arm out of his grip. He kept walking, expecting me to follow him, and i did. We were soon in the dining room where food was laid out on the table. Nathan motioned to a chair in the middle and i took it, and he took the one opposite at the long rectangular table. It would seat eight. Three on each side then one on each end. The plates were already filled to the brim with spaghetti and garlic bread. Then there was a bowl of salad on the side with atleast five different types of salad dressing in the middle of the table.

I folded my hands in my lap, waiting on Kristopher and Nickolas to make an appearance from the kitchen. They did both of them carrying two glasses of some strange substance. I couldn't see into the glasses because they were black, which i was thankful for because if they were drinking blood i definitely didn't want to see it.

Nickolas gave me a glass then sat beside me and put his on the table like i had already done mine. Kristopher gave Nathan his, knowing i wouldn't have trusted anything that came from his hands.

I looked over at Nickolas with a wry smile regardless of how i felt toward him currently for ignoring me.

"I thought you couldn't cook?" i observed, raising an eyebrow. He smirked in a mysterious way and took a drink out of his glass before shaking his head at me.

"I can cook, i just prefer not too." he said with a light shrug. I rolled my eyes, knowing he only didn't want to because he was lazy. It was easy to see, he prefered to make ramen noodles instead of spaghetti. It only took thirty minutes for us to eat our food because the room was deathly and awkwardly silent. They would switch glances, mainly with Nickolas, and before i knew it i excused myself.

"Thanks Nickolas, this was nice." i said sweetly as i pushed my chair back beneath the table.

"Thanks for actually eating it, i was afraid you'd nibble at it like all the girls these two bring home." he replied, rolling his eyes. I smiled a genuine smile at him.

"Yeh, well i know good food when i see it." i laughed before exiting the room, not saying bye or anything to the other two vampires. I hopped up the steps feeling far better because i wasn't hungry anymore and i opened the door to the guest bedroom Blake had been sleeping in and gasped when i saw an empty bed!

I charged back downstairs and ran into the dining room where it was now only Kristopher sitting in his chair, his legs propped up on another. He was leaning back boyishly like the teenagers did in school;; which ultimately meant the legs would break on the chair some day.

"What the hell did you do to him?!" i shrieked. I felt the overwhelming urge to protect Blake and he wasn't even here. He had tried to kidnap me, yes. But i'm sure he was doing it for a good reason! I was too mad to cry even though the overemotional side of me wanted to sob.

"What are you talking about Princess?" he asked lazily, raising an eyebrow at me.

"Good god! You fucktard! You Bastard! You dumb--" i was cut off when i was thrown against the wall.

"What was that?" he purred, his teeth dangerously close to my neck. I didn't stop though, like i should have.

"Your a jerk! A mother fu--" he bit into my neck in the exact same place he had when i first met him. I screamed; it hurt even more this time than it had them. Showing the hate that was building up in him for me quickly. In a flash i was knocked out of his grip when Blake showed up and started punching him. Oh god.