The Vampire Roommate

Chapter 4

I couldn’t help but get a nervous feeling crawl up my spine. We were walking farther than I expected, and father from everyone else. Quickly I glanced back to the mansion. No one was in sight. Maybe it would have been better if John was outside with me— I stopped my thoughts short. Ugh, how could I want John with me?!

“I hate that perverted—”

Thump.

I stumbled back, shocked. Did I just run into something? Shaking my head I blinked a couple of times. A throaty growl came from above me. Slowly raising my eyes I saw the guy looking down at me, a glare on his face.

Uh-oh.

“Um…s-sorry.” I mumbled.

He narrowed his eyes.

“We’re here genius.”  He grumbled, turning away from me. I nodded.

“Ok?”

He didn’t say anything for a few moments. Just the sound of the soft wind shaking the leaves echoed through our ears. Awkwardly, I slowly stepped up next him. The guy’s eyes were shut, that there was a certain peace to his stillness. A small smile cracked on his amazing face, and I couldn’t help but smile myself. 

Then his eyes opened, and it was all one. The sharpness returned and my smile faded with his. “Um…are you…alright?” I asked quietly.

“Let’s get this over with.” He grumbled.

I opened my mouth to speak, but he started instead.

“There’s something you need to know Stupid.”

I frowned.

“My name’s not—”

“—that house you’re living in… it’s very special.” He said quietly.

Slowly I nodded.

“Alright…it’s special…so what? Who are you? Why are you even here? Why did you show up in my room? What’s going on?” I demanded.

The guy stepped over to a fallen tree trunk and pointed to it.

“Sit. I’ll explain.”

I hated being told what to do. But this guy seemed serious, and I was to far away for help if I truly needed it…

Taking a seat on the old log I looked up at him, my arms wrapped around my upper body. Chills were crawling all over me and causing my body to shiver. I hadn’t been expecting to be out here so long.

The guy paced back and forth in front of me. He was mumbling something to himself while running his fingers through his dark hair. “How do I explain this?” He grumbled lowly, “Without freaking her out?”

I swallowed. This couldn’t be good. But perhaps I could help him out.

“Um…,” I cleared my throat nervously, “what’s your name?”

He paused and turned to me, a quizzical expression plastered to his face.

“What?”

My cheeks burned with embarrassment. Maybe it was best I hadn’t said anything. But it was to late now.

“I, uh, asked what your name was…”

I managed to hold his eyes with my own. The amazing dark blue irises inside his skull were indeed breathtaking. His mouth opened slightly, then he looked away from me – almost as if he were afraid to keep an interlocked stare.

“Griffin,” He said slowly. It was almost as if he hadn’t used it in long time, like it was foreign to his tongue, “My name is Griffin.”

I nodded slowly. It was a start.