Kidnapped By The Vampire Prince

Ignoring him, I picked up my bowling ball and headed toward the lane. Before I rolled it, I looked toward the other side of the building. The ashy-eyed man was staring right back at me, a blonde woman by his side. I blinked at him. He grinned and waved. I twitched my fingers in a quick wave back before turning to bowl.

There was definitely something weird about that guy.

The rest of that night and Saturday passed by quickly, but the image of the smoky eyed man never left my mind. The scene played over and over again in my head, never giving me more than a little while to think of something else. Vincent knew something was up, but I couldn’t bring myself to say anything to him. There was something holding me back… Maybe the thought that Vincent would go snap the neck of anyone who made me uncomfortable. Fortunately though, after Vincent beat Kai at bowling, Vincent had at least become a little more courteous to Kai. Although that was most likely due to his smugness. Whatever the reason, it was still an improvement. At least they wouldn’t be at each other’s throats like Jake and Vincent.

Sunday morning I was up bright and early. As a result of my constant pestering, Sebastian had managed to get the day off to come down and play in the human world. He, Fiona, and Joel were supposed to show up sometime before eleven. That gave me more than enough time to shower and get ready, but I was too excited to stay asleep. So I clambered out of my four-poster, placed my feet on the freezing floor, and head to Vincent’s room to wake him up.

The rest of the house was silent as I trudged toward the guest room. My parents had both already left for the day- my dad to work, my mom to her morning sewing class. Jake had gone fishing with his friends, leaving the house to Vincent and myself. Which was good, because I wanted Vincent to make breakfast for me. I wouldn’t admit it to my dad, but Vincent could cook much better than him. In fact, Vincent was the best cook I’ve ever met.

I slipped into the guest room, not bothering to knock. He was pretty much dead asleep on his bed. Grinning a little bit, I tiptoed to his bedside, trying to decide what to do. One choice was to just shake him awake, but that would be boring. My next thought was to jump on him, but that was too immature. Maybe scaring him would work…

“What are you doing?”

A surprised gasp left my lips as Vincent stared up at me, his eyes narrowed and bleary. “I-I didn’t know you were up,” I responded, dropping my eyes in embarrassed.

“I wasn’t fully up until you came in.”

“But I was being quiet!”

He pointed to his ear. “Sensitive hearing.”

“Oh,” I said dumbly. How could I have forgotten?

“Go away now,” he ordered, rolling over and pulling the comforter over his head. “It’s too early to talk.”

I frowned. “It’s eight o’clock.”

“My point exactly.”

“Come on Vincent,” I started, taking a fistful of the covers and beginning to pull them back off him, “time to get up.”

” No ,” he growled, holding them firmly in place.

Was he really going to act like a five year old? Sighing, I went for a different approach: shaking him. Moving my hands to his shoulders, I began to joggle him. He let out an annoyed groan and tried to shove my hands away. “Vincent,” I protested, clinging to his shoulders tighter. “Come on, get up!”

“I’m a vampire. Creature of the

night ,” he responded irately.

“And I’m hungry.”

He popped his head out from his blanket, a confused expression on his face. “What?”

I gave him a pleading look. “Make me breakfast?”

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“No!”

“Please?”

He scowled at me for a moment more before disappearing under the covers again. “No. Now go away.”

“I’ll do the dishes tonight!”

“No.”

“For the next to days?”

“No.”

“I’ll clean your room.”

“Go away.”

“Please, Vincent?”

“No means no, Stupid.”

Now it was my turn to scowl. “You’re up anyway, Vincent! It’ll be hard to sleep.”

He snorted. “Not if you leave the room.”

“For royalty you sure are lazy!”

“Or tired.”

I sighed in frustration. “Aren’t you hungry?”

“Not for food.”

I blinked at him. What else could you be hungry for…? Wait. That was a stupid question. “Oh! I’ll make you a deal. I’ll let you suck my blood if you make me breakfast,” I offered jokingly.

Vincent didn’t respond.

“I bet anemic blood tastes better,” I continued thoughtfully. “It wouldn’t be a big deal either. My blood transfusion appointment is later today.”

“Go away,” he finally grumbled.

“No sweet, sweet blood for Vivi?”

Before I could blink he was out of the covers, one of his hands closed around my wrist. He tugged on it roughly, causing me to stumble forward. My other hand shot out under me to hold me up, but he quickly swiped that one from under me, making me fall face first into the mattress. “I might have to take you up on that offer,” he told me, holding me in place.

I struggled to pull my face away, but found it almost impossible. Lowering myself to my knees so that I wasn’t bent at a ninety-degree angle, I tried to speak. My words were muffled and incoherent. After a few more moments he allowed me to raise my head, but he didn’t let go of me. Scowling at him, I tried to free my wrists. “Let go!”

He shook his head, a smirk crossing his face. “You offered a deal. I think I might take it.”

“I was kidding!”

“Let’s get more comfortable,” he suggested, slipping one of his arms around my waist so he could pull the rest of my body off the floor and onto the bed. As I tried to liberate myself, he flipped me onto my back, and pinned me with his body.

I gave him the most reproachful expression I could, trying not to show the fear that was slowly building up in me. “No, Vincent.”

“You started it,” he said, bringing his head closer to my neck. “Even though I went out last night, I could still-”

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“Wait, what?”

His amused eyes pierced into mine. “Oops, did I say that?”

My eyes widened. “When did you do that?”

“You were asleep.”

“Who did you attack?” I demanded.

He rolled his eyes at me. “How am I supposed to know? Blood is blood-”

“I don’t want to hear it!” I told him, turning my head away from him.

“I take that as an invitation,” he murmured before I felt his lips graze my neck.

A shudder ran through me as I remembered the past two times blood had been sucked from me. Neither had been pleasing experiences. Both had been painful and horrifying. “T-this could be sexual harassment, Vincent.”

“But you’re the one who suggested it.”

“I was kidding!”

He let out a sigh, his breath caressing my skin, sending tingles down my spine. “Well, now you’ll know in the future not to do that.”

I whipped my head back around to face him. Our noses touched, but I couldn’t jerk away. My breath caught at our proximity. For a few seconds I waited before speaking, hoping he would create more space between us. He didn’t. “Vincent,” I started in the firmest voice I could muster. “Don’t do it.”

“I don’t see why not. You said yourself you have a blood transfusion later.”

“I-I lied!”

“No you didn’t. I heard your mom say that to you last night.”Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

My next protest died in my throat. Of course he did. His vampire senses were really starting to get annoying. A smirk graced his lips at my silence. “It won’t hurt as much if you relax,” he advised me, moving his lips back to my neck.

I grit my teeth, preparing myself for the worst. Sharp teeth brushed against my tender skin. Doing as he suggested, I took a deep breath and let it out slowly, trying to make myself calmer. Hopefully his words would be true. Even with that thought though, I could feel my body quaking with tremors of terror. Vincent was taking his time, tracing circles on my flesh with his fangs. It felt like some type of tickle torture. Part of me wanted to yell at him to get it over with, but the other part of, the sick part, kind of enjoyed the feeling.

To my surprise, his teeth left my neck. Still holding me down, he moved his head to my chest and laid it against it. Surprised by his actions, my head snapped so toward him, my eyes widening. “W-what are you doing?”

“Listening to your heart,” he responded in a duh tone.

My eyebrows furrowed. “Why?”

He glanced up at me, a fascinated look in his eyes. “Human hearts are funny. They already normally beat so much faster than ours, but when a human is scared they beat even faster. Especially with you. I like listening to it.”

“Umm,” I responded, feeling a blush start to spread on my cheeks. Never had I seen Vincent look so intimate and intrigued before. It was really cute.

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