“I’m not Biting you, Not Yet”

A sweet smile spread across her slim face as she ran her skinny hands on the soft mattress that soothed her back.

She was feeling refreshed and strong, nothing like the previous night.

Her hands inched further, that smile spreading like butter until she felt something warm. Hairy. A chest.

Her eyes flung open. She sat up fast, heart slamming.

Where was she? And who was this shirtless guy beside her?

"Oh, you're awake. Good morning, brown eyes." His deep voice greeted her, but all she could do was blink and gulp.

Then the events of the night crawled back into her small head.

"Where am I?" she asked, almost rudely.

"A hotel. In a room. With me. On the bed." His voice was hoarse, like he'd just woken up too.

The way he chose his words made her feel guilty for reasons she couldn't explain.

She scrambled off the bed, away from him.

Had he done something to her while she slept? Why were they in a hotel together? Same bed?

Okay, whatever. He saved her. Fine. Now she'd leave. Find a job. Sell water on the street if she had to.

She didn't trust him.

To her, he was some womanizer who preyed on young girls. But his face told a different story. He looked responsible. Except for that flirty smile that never left his lips.

"My lovely brown eyes. Take a bath. We have somewhere to be."

Her legs froze.

We?

"What do you mean we?" she asked, rude again. She didn't know why, but anger lived in her chest now, aimed at everyone — including this miraculous stranger.

"Yes we, my lovely brown eyes. We have somewhere important to be." He sat up, shoving his hands into the pockets of his sweatpants.

Lovely brown eyes? What was that about?

"I'm not going anywhere with you. Look, I'm not the kind of girl you think I am. So no. Absolutely nowhere."

The night creature only watched in awe. Amusing, this one.

"What kind of girl, my brown eyes?" That side smile again.

"That... t-the..." She couldn't finish.

Him shirtless. Smiling. Mentioning something shameful? Bad idea.

She was rude, yes. But also painfully shy. Certain words never left her mouth.

Now anger built again in her small chest.

Play time over. No more chatting with this annoying stranger.

Her hand barely touched the knob when another hand pressed against the door from above her head.

Her body jerked. Her Eyes darted and she could feel her tongue freeze

Whose hand was that

She tilted her head slowly to the left.

Then she met them……HIS Red eyes they glowed right back at her Peering into her very soul.

His canines had elongated into fangs.

He looked wild. Terrifyingly, But Still had that naughty smile hung accross his face

Monalisa froze.

Every vein in her body stopped. She could blood becoming stagnant her breath seized for what seemed like hours

What in the Medusa???

This was a nightmare.

No

She was still sleeping. This wasn't real.

Her hands begi

Chai. She don die oo.

The night creature watched her fright with amusement. One hand on the door. The other aching to wrap around her slender waist.

His red eyes fell on her half-exposed milky shoulders. His fangs itched with thirst.

The look on her face — he read it as invitation. It was the opposite.

"W-what... what are y-you?" Her voice trembled.

He tilted his head, amused. "Oh my. Am I a what? I'm a vampire. A very lovely one."

He growled, and the movement of his fangs scared her more than the word "vampire."

No. This couldn't be. Makeup? Costume? A dream?

Vampires only existed in novels. They couldn't be here. Not in this city. Not in Africa.

"Are you done thinking, my lovely brown eyes? We'll be late."

That smile. Those fangs.

No way was she his anything.

No wonder he'd reached the door in seconds.

Her heart beat madly in her chest. Beautiful music to vampire ears.

Oh, how he wanted to sink his aching fangs into that small, milky shoulder.

But she was still scared. He'd wait.

His hand slid around her waist. Slow. Tempted.

Her heart became an earthquake.

Oh God. He was going to bite her.

What could she do? She'd slept in the same bed as a vampire. What if he'd drained her already?

Was she cursed? Why did bad things keep finding her?

"I'm not biting you. Not yet."

He growled the words just above the nape of her neck.

Not yet? That meant someday?

"So be a good girl. Take your bath. And jejely follow me."