READERS: I had to put this song here, it's just so emotional and perfect for the story :P
~Your presence still lingers here, and it won't leave me alone. These wounds just don't seem to heal this pain is just to real. ~When you tied I'd wipe away all your tears, when you'd scream I find a way past you fears. And I held your hand through all those years.
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A loud, consistent purring noise woke me up from my slumber.
I opened my eyes to see black, and smiled to myself. Sitting up to cuddle with sprinkles I instantly frowned. “You!”
“Me,” Valentine mumbled, continuing to rub Sprinkles belly. He is sitting on the floor next to me on the couch, looking extremely tired. Sprinkles pawed at his hand like a little puppy. “I really was going to leave, until she found her way down here. You snore like a pig by the way.”
I scowled at him. He’s definitely said that before. “Go away Vally,” I snapped.
“I told you not to call me that,” he said, his gaze locking on mine.
“Yeah well, you can stop calling my Chubby then,” I spat.
“Well that’s not going to happen,” he stated, putting Sprinkles on the floor. She galloped away towards the kitchen, and now I feel utterly abandoned. He put my wrist in his hand, and rubbed his thumb along the back of it. “You recovered quicker than I thought.”
“What are you talking about?”
He turned his head and picked up a mug from the table, and handed it to me. “I fed from you. Now drink this.”
“You fed from me!” I exclaimed, and pushed away the mug. “Without my permi—“
“—I don’t need your permission Sweetheart, you’re mine,” he interrupted, with a sly smile. “Now drink.”
My mouth popped open in shock to the whole ‘you’re mine’ statement, and he took the opportunity to quickly put the mug to my lips. I shut my mouth, and refused to drink it. “No!” I yelled, and dug my head into the couch. Valentine stood up, and flipped me over easily. “Drink this or else I’ll force you,” he threatened darkly.
“You can’t force me to do crap!”
He suddenly put a leg on the one side of me, and got onto the couch. I tried to push him off, but he straddled me easily with the mug in his left hand. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on either side of me. “Drink it Cassie,” he coaxed, his warm body lowering to mine.
My skin started to heat, especially my tattoo, “Holy crap you are hot!” I complained, trying to avoid his incoming face.
He chuckled deeply, “Oh stop it, you’re making me blush.”
“I didn’t mean it like—“
The mug suddenly met my lips, and he tilted it back. I reluctantly swallowed, tasting a coppery thick liquid. “Good Girl, drink the delicious blood.” Blood? I stopped drinking, and turned to gag. His hand went over my mouth. “Don’t you dare, this is what makes you stronger. You loss a lot of blood.”
Only because he fed from me! I whimpered against his hand, feeling my stomach convulse. Blood? He put blood in that cup? Is that what he keeps giving me?
“Yes.”
I tore his hand off of my mouth, feeling anger. His body stayed lower to mine, and he started to crush me again. “Vally…stop,” I commanded, and he snickered evilly.
“What’s wrong Chubby Wubby? Can’t breathe?”
I attempted to breath shallower, so he wouldn’t see my gasping of air. “Get off.”
“No,” he replied firmly, and minty breath hit me. “I want something from you,” he whispered, his stubble cheek scratching against my soft one. I tried to move my legs from under him, but he kept his legs tightly along mine.
“No, no more demands,” I answered, furrowing my brows."I can't handle them any longer! I already made you eggs and rubbed your back."
He lifted his head up with a look of innocence on his face, “It’s a very small demand.”
“I doubt it.”
“Cassie,” he growled, “I just want you to go jogging with me.”
“But it’s cold!” I whined, attempting to move my arms under his grasp.
“You’re doing it…or I’ll crush you,” he sang creepily good, completely putting his body on mine.
“Oh..my…God you weigh…so much!”
“Two hundred and thirty pounds of muscle, Baby. And I can lay here all day.” He lay his chestnut head on my chest, and I tried to take a breath in.
He’s crushing me!
Say you’ll go jogging with me, and I’ll get off.
“Fine!” I said, and he started to get off. “I won’t go jogging with you!” I finished, and got off the couch to run away. Of course he grabbed me before I could do so, hauled me over the shoulder and carried me across the floor.
“Miss Heart, you seem much lighter than the last time I did this,” he commented, and started to climb the stairs with ease."but you are still Chubby."
As usual I beat his brick wall of a back until he finally put me down. I went to punch him, and he grabbed my fist with his gloved hand easily. I hit him with my other hand and he let me beat him up. Amusement danced in his crystal blue eyes, as I continued beating his rock hard chest and hurting my hand. “Stupid…Fang…Face!” I yelled between hits. Finally I stopped, wiping sweat off my forehead. I put my hands on my hips in frustration.
That got me absolutely no where.
"Yes it did."
"Ugh!" I screamed like a Warrior, and started hitting him again. I stopped after a while, and started breathing heavily.
“You done?” he asked, a smirk plastered on his mouth. I stared at his huge white teeth for a while, and then narrowed my eyes. We kept eye contact for a long time, until finally I looked away.
“Yeah, yeah I’m done.” I turned to open the door and got a painful smack on my ass. I swiftly side kicked him in the stomach making him grunt a little.
“That’s my girl,” he praised, still clutching his stumach. Valentine started backwards down the hallway, at a small jog. “Get a running outfit on, maybe pants and sweatshirt. Don’t make the pants too tight they might show off your chub. I’ll find you a hat and some gloves for you. They might not be as awesome as mine.” He made jazz fingers with his gloved hands, and I flipped him off because of the chub comment.
He laughed, and I watched him jog down the hallway. “And I’m not your Chubby Wubby!” I screamed after him, and then opened my door.
“Are too!” he called from the distance.
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“Master.”
“Vally.”
“Master,” he said slowly, getting frustrated.
“Vally!” I sang, in a high pitched voice. Just to annoy.
“M-a-s-t-e-r,” he spelled out.
“V-a-l-l-y,” I mimicked.
He turned his head in his seat, leaving his gaze from the road. “My name only has one ‘L' you moron.”
“I don’t care,” I snapped.
Vally leaned his head on the window, driving with one arm. He’s wearing a black sweatshirt, black running pants, and a black beanie hat. The sweatshirt isn’t too baggy, and emphasizes his lean frame. My outfit just happens to compliment his…kind of. I’m wearing mostly white. I know I never learn! I settled for a white sweatshirt, black yoga pants, and white sneakers. My hair is back in a ponytail with a white head band.
He still hasn’t given me gloves, and its freaking freezing outside!
“At least my name isn’t Cassandra,” he mocked, with a dark snicker.
“Yeah well, at least my names not a holiday card!”
“At least my name is unique,” he replied swiftly, having years of experience in come backs.
“You know, for a name like Valentine. You’re not that loving.”
He scowled, and sped up his driving. I quickly buckled my seatbelt, and he snickered. “At least I’m tall.”
That’s it, its game time.
“You’re a skyscraper, that doesn’t count.”
“That still makes you short,” he acknowledged, and grinned ear to ear.
“At least I’m not old!” I shot, and laughed afterwards.
“At least I’m not a child.”
“At least I’m not arrogant.”
“At least I have a reason to be arrogant. I mean look at me,” he bragged, motioning to himself.
“Ha you are so in love with yourself.”
Then he lifted his shirt up, exposing his washboard abs. “Love doesn’t even describe my body. I’d use the words maliciously appetizing.”
“What? That makes no sense!”
“Exactly, maybe if you didn’t have so much chub you would understand it.”
My mouth dropped, and I turned completely to him in my seat. He side eyed me under his mirrored aviators, with a small smile on his face. “Sometimes I wonder if you purposely push my buttons.”
“I do,” he cleared up.
“Why?” I spat.
“There are numerous reasons why, but mostly because it makes me laugh when you puff your cheeks out like a chipmunk. And then blush like crazy.”
“I do not do that!” I defended.
“Yes you do, and you also pretend you’re chewing gum sometimes when you’re nervous.”
My jaw dropped, “Ok now you’re just making stuff up!”
He chuckled, “I kid you not.”
I leaned back in the seat, my body facing him. Under his glasses I can see his eyes look a bit smaller, and sleepy.“You look tired,” I blurted.
“That’s because I don’t sleep well.”
“Why?”
He put his left hand under his sunglasses, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “You know why, Cassie,” he said quietly, and the car came to a stop. Valentine opened his door quickly, and I opened it shortly after. I walked to the front of the car and sat on the hood. Fron here I can see some sort of park with a huge pond in the middle. There are a few people here, on the benches and some kids playing in the snow. The huge pine trees, and all the naked trees are covered with ice, and snow.
Anna always loved snow.
Anna.
A gloved hand waved in my face, “Earth to Cassie?”
I turned to meet a familiar angry face, and my face lit up in excitement. He’s holding up yellow leather gloves. “Thanks.” I took them and slipped my hands into them.
“Let’s go I’m hungry,” he commented, making me frown.
Didn’t he just eat?
“You’re such a man,” I replied, and he gave me a weird look. “What?”
“Nothing.” He turned away from me and started to jog over the snow. “Try and keep up!” he called over his shoulder.