"You can't even lift..." I shut out Draven's random muttering and concentrated on getting him to bed without the both of us tripping on the floor. Seeing that Draven had no intention to do as I say and actually use his long legs to drag his ass to bed, I had no choice but to help him here. With another growl, I finally slipped my arms away from his torso and watched him slump on the bed for a second before jolting up.
"I still didn't make you forget what-"
"You don't have to. I promise to keep it a secret, or better, I can forget everything you said by tomorrow." I lied and turned away, quickly occupying myself by adjusting my outfit.
"People don't just forget." he breathed, before attempting to unbutton his shirt but stopping halfway to huff in frustration. I watched his hands run through his hair in a frustrated manner and gulped softly, noticing two buttons already undone, exposing his collarbones.
"Now that we are done playing friends, can you please leave?" his voice held an annoying and cold tone and I gave him a disappointed look, wishing he could remember who I was right now. There was so many things I wanted to tell him, for him to know. And I can't have any of that with him still wasted like this.
I noticed something flash in his eyes as he kept staring at me for a few seconds, but then snapped his head away, muttering something along the lines, "don't look at me like that." I brushed it off and quickly sat on my heels on the floor, right in front of the bed where Draven was sitting, his eyes now intensely looking down at my movements.
"You friend," I started softly, bringing my fingers to help him finish unbuttoning his shirt. Why did I have to take him to my room anyways? I should've called Vincent or Edward or someone. "I'm sure she wanted to say a lot but never got the chance to." I kept my eyes ahead, slowly taking my time to finish unbuttoning. "Your friend-she-" I stopped to look at him, only to notice him already staring right back at me, his eyes slightly wavering at our sudden eye contact.
"You should talk to her and see what she has to say too." I blabbered out quickly and gasped when Draven grabbed my wrist halfway, yanking me up and towards him with a little effort.
"My friend," his voice grew hoarse and low. "Has nothing to do with you. So stop bringing her up, it's getting me upset." He leaned a bit towards me and I held a breath, his ocean blue eyes making my knees weak to the ground.
"Understood." I gulped once again, biting my bottom lip slightly at how nervous I felt right now. His eyes flicked down to my lips for a second and I noticed him swallow harshly, all the while still staring at my lips.
"Kiss me--then leave." his words caught me off my surprise and I held my breath for a second, wondering if those words really slipped out of his mouth.
"What-" I gasped when his lips cut mine off by surprise, my body stumbling on his but Draven easily slipped an arm around my waist, helping me to wrap my legs around his torso before I settled on his lap.
"I can't do this. You're still-" my heart almost exploded when his lips engulfed in mine again, a hint of mint and hard liquor making my mind go wild. One of his hand freely roamed around my back before making its way up, tangling his fingers in my hair in a gentle, yet firm grip. I savoured his lips and kissed him back passionately, our lips dancing in sync. My eyes flicked open when our lips parted suddenly and it widened when I noticed Draven dropped on the bed, drifting into a sleep before I could even say anything. I stared down at how perfect he was, starting from his hair, to his beautiful structured face, and then down to his almost unbuttoned shirt. His chest remained exposed and I held a breath, my hormones driving me insane at this point. I was sitting right on his lap, I only got one kiss after more than a month and that too when he was wasted. This position, us, him, he could drive me insane if this keeps going. He was so perfect. So handsome in every angle. And he had the eyes to look at someone like me. Well, at one point he did at least. With a sigh, I climbed off his torso and helped him settle in bed before leaving the room, going downstairs and slumping on my sofa. I groaned, rubbing my temple, exhausted from everything that's been happening tonight.
"Tomorrow night," I stared up at the cieling, my eyes drooping in sadness. "I have to go back to him. Everything I have to say to Draven before I leave was going to be own words. But Dexter told me to make sure those words would allow him to let me go." I bit my bottom lip harshly, pondering over what I should come up with. The lie that's supposed to be half the truth and half a lie. I had to make him leave, whether it was by a lie or not. Maybe it was better to lie. But then again, Draven could easily see through my lies.
"Forget it!" I groaned for the millionth time tonight and decided to go to sleep. Tomorrow, I'll decide what I am going to do.
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"Morning." I greeted as Draven stumbled through the kitchen, shirtless and with his joggers only. His messy hair and bright blue eyes staring at me for a brief moment made my heart explode into pieces.
"You too," he rested his hands near the sink, his head hung a little, allowing his back muscles to flex as he did so. I ripped my gaze from him and quickly grabbed the milk carton from the fridge, ready to turn and leave when Draven also turned from the sink. My nose almost bumped into his chest and with a gasp, I stumbled back but thanks to Draven, who grabbed my upper arm just before I lost balance, I was able to straighten up and keep my posture.
"What's gotten into you?" he raised brow and I tore off our gaze, slightly disappointed that he doesn't remember what happened last night. The kiss, everything we talked about.
"Do you want to do something today?" I swallowed a small lump in my throat, an image of Dexter's face flashing through my mind. His eyes narrowed slightly before releasing the grip and turning away, causing my stomach to harden.
"I'm busy." was all he had to say for the reality to pull me in again. He wasn't into me anymore. He didn't want anything to do with me. The only reason why he was even staying here was because my parents were away and it was not safe for me.
"Just today--" I grabbed his fingers as he started to leave and he turned to stare down at me. "Just spend the day with me today. For one day, is all I ask." He grew silent and when I looked up, he was already looking away.
"If you're bored, I'll call Danny to come over and babysit you." He gently pulled his hand away from mine and I swallowed another lump in my throat. I can't give up yet. Today was the only day I could see him.
"I am not bored. I want to spend the day with you, that's it." I blurted out and noticed his eyes widen slightly before a muscle in his jawline flicked. I couldn't tell whether it was from annoyance or frustration anymore.
"Like I said, I have things to do--"
"If you are leaving then I'm going to stay out the whole day and roam around the city." I folded my hands across my chest and stared right into his cold blue, emotionless eyes.
"Do as you please, doll face."
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I chuckled to myself, glancing back at Draven as we walked along the pavement, side by side. He had a stone hard look on his face and I knew better than to ask why he was so grumpy.
"Should we stop by here? I'll buy you a nice shirt."
"No thanks. I've got plenty." he mumbled and I notice a bunch of people now staring at us, whispering and giggling in a cheerful manner. Let me guess, tomorrow's headline would be, "The blood bag finally realized she couldn't live with her true love so they rekindled their love for each other."
"I'm going in." I marched into the mall and heard Draven hiss a little before following me inside. I noticed that he would hide his face inside his hoodie often and it pricked my nerves. Who does he think he is? A celebrity or something?
"Try this on."
"No. It's tacky."
"Ta-tacky? Do you know how much it costs?!" I said through gritted teeth and his expressionless look only irritated me even more. "Wear this while I am being nice. Do you really want me to reveal that Draven Cruz is out on a date with his ex mistress?" I saw him flinch slightly before he plastered on a fake smile, grabbing the long sleeved shirt from my hands and getting into change. He came out wearing it and I gasped in fake surprise. Draven rolled his eyes and went back in as I chuckled.
"My taste is not so bad right?" I nudged him playfully before paying the cashier.
"I suppose." he pinched the bridge of his nose and I couldn't help but admire his beautiful face.
"I knew it. The mistress does have good taste." I patted his hand and his lips curled downwards before he followed me behind. After we finished the mall shopping, I took Draven to eat ice cream and watched him make faces at how disgusting the cotton candy flavor was. Well, more for me then.
"Sorry, the mistress is not so good when it comes to taste." I skipped a little, ignoring Draven's intense staring behind me. He really must hate it that I brought him out here like this. But I have to do this. Even if it's for one-day. I have to spend a day with him before I leave.
"Do you want to go see a movie?" I turned and caught him off by surprise. He regained his serious composure and turned away. His silence grew awkwardness tension between us and I chuckled nervously.
"You are supposed to listen to the mistress when she's-" I gasped when Draven grabbed my wrist, jerking me closer to him.
"Try saying that one more time." his angry tone made me shiver slightly.
"Why? You don't like movies-?"
"If you even utter a word that's remotely close to the word mistress again," he started in a dangerously low tone and I gulped silently. "I'll show you what they're really good at myself." he brushed past me and I just stood there in silence before realizing what he meant.
"I'm sorry," I whined, not wanting to ruin this chance of spending the day with him. "Come on, I was just joking." I grabbed his hand and stepped in front of him. He eyes slightly narrowed down at me before he slipped his hands inside his pockets, letting out a deep sigh.
"Fine, but now it's your turn to follow me and go to places I really like to hang out." his voice held an impatient and rude tone and I flinched when he grabbed my hand, dragging me away.
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"Draven, I don't like it here." I grabbed his hoodie as we moved past the drunk and wasted people, most of them who were vampires, while the rest I am assuming as humans.
"And why not?" he spoke loudly enough for me to hear past the wild music.
Why a wild party in the middle of the frikken evening? That too, in a random vampires mansion.
"Draven, I-" I froze when I noticed a bunch of girls sitting down with us on the sofa, one of them making their way around to sit next to Draven. I squeezed my hands together on my lap and watched them flirt with Draven, while he just sat there in silence, sipping on his drink. I slightly grimaced over the situation before getting up, telling Draven that I wanted to grab a glass of water. He didn't say anything so I took that as my leave and quickly pushed through the people and towards the table of drinks. The place was huge, but with all the people and sick feeling in my stomach, I started to feel claustrophobic within seconds.
"Sorry." I apologized as soon as I bumped into someone and gasped when the guy grabbed my hand roughly, turning me around to face him.
"Sorry? You should have looked where you were going bitch." The blond haired psycho was obviously wasted and I winced when the grip he had around my wrist tightened.
"I apologized. What else do you want me to say?" I didn't mean to raise my voice but I was just as impatient as this guy was.
"You really have the nerve to talk back, hunh," his bloodshot brown eyes glared down at me and I cried out a little when he poked my forehead sharply. "Why? Annoyed much? That's why you should look where you're going, you little brat." he kept poking my head, digging his nails into my skin sharply as he did.
"Stop that." I brushed his hands away and due to his drunk state, he stumbled back on his own before glaring at me.
"This fucker." I heard him hiss before bolting up to me, grabbing my shoulders roughly and pushing me down on the floor. My knees hit the floor hard and cried out in pain before attempting to get up.
"Are you fucking insane?!" I heard Draven's voice cut off my thoughts before I turned to look at him, his hands already balled into a fist, glaring at the guy who had attacked me. For some reason, seeing the intention of killing flash in Draven's eyes for a second caused my body to jerk up and the next thing I knew, I was standing in front of Draven, putting my hands on his chest.
"Draven, I'm fine. I'm fine, I'm really fine." I tried to push him off but he simply pushed right past me, causing my heart to drop. In a matter of seconds, I wrapped my arms around him from the back, along with his arms.
"Please stop!" I cried out and felt his body tense up under my touch, making me slightly relieved.
"Let go."
"No, I'm fine. I just want to go home, Draven. Please." I begged and Draven finally ripped my hands away from his body before turning around and grabbing my hand. He practically dragged me outside and took the first cab before we took off, not saying a word to each other the whole time.
By the time we reached home, it was 7 pm and I couldn't help but wonder what's going on in his mind. He followed me into my room and I watched him rummage through my drawers and cupboards before he finally found the first aid kit. He grabbed it in such a haste that it slipped and fell on the floor, all the medicines and Band-Aids flying everywhere on the floor.
"Fuck!" he hissed, bending down to grab everything. I bit my bottom lip slightly and slowly walked over to him as well, bending down to touch his hand that was now holding a bunch of band aids.
"Relax."
"It's your fault. Who asked you to go out there and get hurt?!"
"I didn't ask to get hurt. Plus, I'm fine, Draven."
"You call that fine?" he eyes flicked down to my scraped knees and I sighed into his stuborness. "Sit. And don't move." he practically ordered and I didn't bother to fight back. Instead, I sat back down on the bed and watched him pick up all the medicines quickly before walking over to clean my scrapes.
"Why did you get mad?" I asked out of the blue and watched his movements stop for a second before he continued to clean my cut.
"I drank a bit."
"So why are you helping me when you're still drunk?"
"Just because." he finished cleaning up and got up. "I'll get you something to eat. Don't go out, it'll take less than a minute anyways." and with that, he disappeared and I stood up before going back downstairs and into the kitchen. I sat back down on the table and covered my face, Dexter's command now itching inside my brain, ready to obey him. Draven came in after a few seconds and unpacked a bunch of food on the table, including pasta, burgers along with two doughnut. I stared at the food and then at him before smiling gratefully.
"Thank you."
"Just eat."
I quickly took a seat and started eating, glancing at Draven who was leaning against the fridge, watching my every movement. After I was done, he helped to clean up and then suggested I get some rest.
"Draven," I took his arm in my own. "When my parents come back, do you plan to-"
"I'll be going back." he said in such a firm tone, it crumbled every bit of confidence I had left in us away.
"Oh." I smiled a little and nodded before making my way upstairs with him. We said our goodnight and I went back into my room. Dexter's words rang through my mind worse than a doorbell and I bit my bottom lip angrily. Maybe, maybe this was for the better. If I go to him, I might find a way to convince him to stop haunting Draven. Maybe he'd give in. Who knows, I might even be able to make that devil fall in love with me too. I stopped chuckling, my heart tightening at my own twisted thoughts. Either way, I can't stay here and burden Draven anymore. He clearly doesn't want me around. He has been making that clear to me for the past few weeks. After a few more minutes of more contemplation, I finally got up from the bed and made my way to my parents room where Draven was supposedly sleeping. I knocked thrice and he finally called me inside.
"What happened?"
"I just wanted to talk to you about something." I fiddled with my fingers when I noticed him get up from the bed and walking up to me. His shirtless body along with his black short that came up to his knees made my hormones go wild yet again. I mean, could you blame a girl for falling for some hot abs and a V-line that could literally cut a bitch?
My eyes suddenly landed on a glass of wine along with the bottle and I looked at Draven with a disappointed look.
"Have you really been drinking?"
"That's none of your business."
"Right..." his words hit me like bricks but I couldn't let it get to me. "None of it does."
"That's not-"
"I came to talk about something." I finally breathed, ready for my little act. Or maybe it doesn't have to be an act anymore. Maybe this is how I really wanted to say our goodbyes.
"Talk."
"About us," I noticed him visibly flinch at those words. "I wanted to say thank you. For everything you've done for me. For all the sacrifices you made, for tolerating me when I drove you insane, for sticking up for a cry baby like me and making me strong throughout everything. You managed to bring out the worst and the best in me and for that, I am always going to be grateful. You've made me feel things I never felt before. So thank you, thank you for taking care of me, for loving me for what little I had to offer," I kept ranting and watched his face turn into an unreadable expression. "You really meant something to me and I would never forget that. And I know that telling you all this will mean nothing to you right now but I plan to leave tomorrow and live with my parents in Canada so I just had to let you know." I licked my lips when I finished and watched his jawline clench a little before he turned away, suddenly bursting into a humorous chuckle.
"Ah, you always do this," he rubbed the side of his temple slowly. "Leaving when you want to, coming back when it pleases you and then leaving again when it seems fit. You're really selfish, you know that?" his face twisted up in hurt and anger and I bit my bottom lip slightly.
"I know. And I am truly sorry for that-"
"Shut up. Shut the fuck up." his harsh words made my eyes widen and I watched his hand roam around his dark hair roughly before he turned a little. "You really couldn't give a fuck about what happened to us, couldn't you? You just don't fucking care, don't you? I find it hard to believe that you'd be this heartless when it comes to me. Not anyone else, just me. You don't give a damn about how I feel, how I felt or how I'd feel when you say this shit outta the blue like you've been planning to leave again from the start."
"I-" I bit the inside of my cheeks to stop myself from spilling anything.
"You- were you really planning to leave again?" I went silent as soon as he asked me that question and watched him lick his now, slightly trembling bottom lip.
"Right. Of course you were. Let me guess, that's why you asked me to go out today? That whole bullshit about wanting to spend the day with me?"
"Draven, it's not like that-"
"Then tell me what it's like?! You're not even fucking denying it Adriana, the fuck do you mean it's not like that?" he started loosing it and I fiddled with my fingers, swallowing the lump in my throat. "For a second today, I really thought you did feel sorry for everything. You got my hopes up once again and now you're saying it's all an act? An act out of guilt?"
"Stop. You don't know half the truth of the stuff you are assuming. And you didn't exactly give me a chance to apologize or make it up, Draven. You weren't interested in giving me a chance either. You made sure of that for the past few weeks when you were busy ignoring me." I started snapping back, unable to hold my tongue anymore. "You're not a saint yourself. You didn't want me back Draven. You pushed me away remember?"
"Because I was hurt! Why the fuck do you think I'd make up some random bullshit of an excuse to come see you again? I swallowed my pride a hundred times just so I could be with you." he shot back and my eyes started to sting from tears.
"How the hell am I supposed to know what's going on in your mind?"
"I came back, Adriana. Isn't that more than enough for you to see that I still want to make this work somehow? Or are you that dense?"
"Yes, yes I am. Unless you tell me clearly, I would never understand what's going on in your mind because that's the kind of person I am! So call me stupid and dense, I don't care because-" I almost bursted into tears when his lips covered mine, his hands cupping my cheeks. I started to pull away when the tears rolled down my cheek, angry at the situation, at everything wrong with my life up to this point.
"I can't do this. You're still drunk and-"
"I'm not drunk, Adriana." his lips brushed against mine as he spoke. That's how close his face was to mine right now. It caused my heart to dance in excitement and happiness but I just couldn't let it get into my head. Not when I have to leave to Dexter.
"We still can't. I have to leave tomorrow and I don't want to start something I can't finish again."
"You're not leaving, Adriana."
"I am-" I paused to grab his hand that was still resting on my cheeks. He started pecking my face as I did so and I wanted to pull away, but his touch was so intoxicating, I couldn't help but let him do as he pleased. Slowly, he guided me back to the bed and towered over me, his eyes now completely captivated by my own.
"If you leave after tonight, I really won't forgive you this time, Adriana," he brushed a few strands of hair away from my face, his voice becoming all hoarse and low. "I'll really stop chasing you, hoping that you'd come after me. Wishing you'd feel sorry for leaving me. I'll really stop, so tell me that you're not going to leave. That you have a reason to stay." he urged and it caused a pang of guilt pierce through my hear.
"I don't have a reason to stay." I choked out and he visibly flinched at my words, his eyes wavering before I saw the guilt and hurt fill inside them.
"Why."
"Because there is not a good enough reason for me to stay." I lied, Dexter's words running through my mind again. If I could kill anyone, him and Lianna would be the first two on my list.
"Then I can give you a good enough reason." and with that, he covered his slightly trembling lips on mine again, before it turned rough. His lips constantly trembled along mine and I could tell that it was getting hard for him to keep continuing. Within seconds, he pulled away, sitting up straight before facing his back on the bed. I stared at his back, not knowing what to say. If I say anything more, he will find out. And I can't have him find out with the compulsion still under control.
"We'll talk tomorrow." he said with a huff before standing up marching out, not even leaving me a chance to say sorry. The tears ran down my cheeks effortlessly and I let it fall, unable to keep it in anymore. Why is it like this between us? The moment we take a step forward, something pulls us back in and we're right back to where we started. In this case, it was Dexter and Lianna. Just thinking about them boiled anger inside of me and I brushed off the tears before grabbing my phone and dialing Danny's number.
"Hey."
"Hello, it's me Adriana. Can I ask you something? Emily and Mark is doing some crazy vampire project shit and wanted to know whether Vampires can be killed or put to sleep or something." I blabbered out all at once, praying he didn't notice the panic and desperation in my voice.
"Come again now, love?" I heard him chuckle through the phone in disbelief. "You want me to tell you how vampires could be killed? Why? You planning to get rid of us already?" he amused and I gave into his short laugh. He's literally never laughed before like this.
"Come on, be serious. It's an important project. In case you don't know, the whole school worships your kind. They want our generation to learn more about your type so yes, the information is necessary if we want the top marks." I was surprised with my own lying skills and wished he would buy it already before he begins to suspect.
"Hmm, well a vampire could be killed with the silver dagger, which you almost stole for Dexter I heard, so if you could add that in your project, you'd definitely get an A and be able to-"
"Danny, focus." I interrupted and he sighed on the other line.
"Putting a vampire to sleep forever is easy. Just dip the silver dagger into a bottle of vervain and keep it inside the bottle for at least 24 hours before stabbing the person's heart with it. It'll put them to sleep for at least a generation." by the time Danny finished, my heart was beating like crazy. Was I really thinking of doing this?
"Thanks Danny. I noted it down."
"Sure. But if you and your girly friends plan to put one of us to sleep then fat chance sweetheart, because it doesn't work on purebloods and-"
"I'll keep that in mind too, Danny. Thank you. I really have to go. Emily's messing up my clothes." I lied and quickly hung up the phone before he could catch on my lies. With a deep sigh, I narrowed my eyes at the cieling, pondering over my ideas. Well, one things for sure in all of this. It's time to put two vampires into a deep, long sleep.
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