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~Is it the way that you talk? (That causes me to freak.) ~ You're such a gorgeous nightmare, oldhabbits never seem to go away.
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I managed to get to my bedroom without him breathing down my neck for once, and slammed the door closed.
Now that I was alone, I decided to let all my frustration out. “UGH!” I screamed, putting my hands to my head. I beat on my bed covers over and over again, hearing his mocking laughter from the bottom of the stairs as he said not to long ago:
‘You know, you could have just used scissors, Chub!”
I screamed back: “I thought you would cut it for me, with SCISSORS! You know I’m not coordinated like that!”
Words cannot explain how infuriating his nicknames were to me. Chub? How was that even true? I weighed 145 pounds tops, which is perfect for my height! My Doctor said so!
I angrily pulled open my dresser, pulling out random scraps of clothes. I fisted them all in my hands, and threw them against the wall.
Why was I so angry you ask?
Maybe it was because he was making me do yard work.
No, it had to be because I now owed him seven wishes. Not five, not six seven. In his ripe age, who knows what dirty little wishes he has in that brain! I'm not doing any of them!
I had laughed out loud at my final conclusion. What really was ticking me off was the deep, whispering chanting from behind my door, resembling a freight train.
“Chubchubchubchub—chubchubchub--”
I faced the door and screamed at the top of my lungs: “Knock it off!”
“I’m bored!” he whined.
That was what I had to deal with. A full grown man, acting like a two year old. You know, when hewasn't ordering me around and threating to kill me.
I groaned, and hurried to get my clothes on. He continued to sing random theme songs, loud and obnoxiously, banging his fists on the door to the beat. Finally after a few minutes of getting ready, I changed into sweatpants, a t-shirt and snow boots. I put on a yellow sweatshirt, and a white winter jacket I had in the closet.
I slipped it on, instantly feeling really fat in it.
A bang hit the door, as if he hit his head against it. “I know a seventy five year old woman who is really 2,301 year old vampire. She’s much, much faster than you at getting--”
I opened the door, to see him leaning on the archway to the right, with his arm braced in front of me. He looked down at my outfit and frowned. “Dressed?” I completed for him. “That’s because she’s aVampire.”
“You look like the Dough boy.”
My mouth popped open. “Excuse me?”
He cleared his throat, and leaned in to me. “You. Look. Like. The. Dough—“
“Rephrase that, or else.”
“Or else? That sounded…like a good thing.” A slow grin spread over his face, as he gave my nose a poke. “You look like a marshmallow then.”
I slapped him hard across the face, enough to move his head to the side. His face melted into shock. “Um, OW?” he yelled, putting his hand to his cheek. His eyes lit a bright blue, as he loomed down at me. “What the hell as that for!”
Like he didn’t know.
“You know what that was for! You need to stop speaking your mind, it’s not getting anywhere with me. Let’s get this freaking outdoor thing over with, so I can get away from you.”
“No.”
“Yes!”
He crossed his arms over his chest, a devilish grin back onto his face. “You have to kiss my cheek now.”
I let out a snort. “You wish.”
“Exactly, now kiss my cheek or else I will take this as breaking a contract. I don’t like it when people break my contracts.”
“Yeah, yeah or you’ll kill me.”
He rose an eyebrow, and stepped closer to me. “I’ll find a way to keep you in one of those FootsyPajama outfits for good, in a heated room,” he threatened, sounding completely serious.
“Are you….you’re joking right?”
“Not at all,” he said slowly. “That would be quite humorous on my part.”
I shook my head in disbelief, and clucked my tongue. “You are a sly, little, disturbed man.”
Hechecked and puffed his chest out, as if to compare our heights. “I am in no means little. And even if I was considered little that would just make you microscopic.”
I thumped his hard chest, to get a deep chuckle in return. It was like hitting a slate of metal. My hand throbbed once again, as I clenched my fists. “Have I ever said how much I utterly hate Vampires in every way?"
He rolled his sparkling blue eyes before giving me a small smile.“You might have mentioned it a few times. I tend to block you out after you start to rant.Now…where were we?” Valentine put his hand to his chin in thought. “Ah now I remember,” he said, turning his head to the side to expose his chiseled profile.
His lips puckered and out of his mouth came the loudest kissy noise I had ever heard.
What wis wrong with this man? He goes from yelling at me, to letting me kiss his cheek?
“What part of no do you not understand?”
He tapped his cheek, ignoring my comment. “I’m waiting.”
"Ugh, you're so...ugh."
"I'll get off your case if you just give me a little kiss."
"Fine."
I slightly stood on my tippy toes, feeling extremely nervous, and idiotic to be doing this. He was a cold killer for all I knew! I had seen some strange mood swings in this man, to the point that he didn’t even seem human. This was the first time he let himself being vulnerable to me. Was he planning to snap at my nose at any moment?
“You better not have planned something,” I whispered. “You only get a kiss on the cheek.” I moved the rest of the way, and lightly kissed his warm cheek. I felt the stubble along his jaw, and found myself keeping my lips there for a while. It felt almost familiar, as if I was meant to kiss his cheek.
When I realized how long I had actually kept my lips to his skin, my heartbeat fluttered with nervousness. I pulled away quickly, blushing a briht scarlet.”Sorry.”
His snicker echoed the hallway. “Apology accepted. Except that little kiss doesn't seem like enough,” he grumbled, his blue eyes narrowed at me. He stared at me like a statue, his features unmoving, his chest barely heaving up and down.
I started to feel uncomfortable at his stare, and cleared my throat. “I’m surprised you didn’t try anything. It was kind of odd for you to make me do that, don't you think?”
He grabbed onto my arm and sent me flying with him, the wind kick up and world go blurry as we soared through the air. When I gained my momentum back I realized we were at the front door his his house.
"Unecissary," I hissed, scowling up at him because of my unpreparedness for that choice of travelling.
Valentine just chuckled and leaned until our noses almost touched. “You never were one to predict me,” he said, zippering my jacket all the way. I shivered at the close proximity of our bodies. "You cold, Princess?" he wondered, his eyes curiously searching mine.
The next thing he did made my freezing fingers very happy.
Warm leather pressed against my hand. I looked down to see the yellow, leather gloves he had given me before. “Wear these so your fingers don’t fall off. Don’t lose them again. Shopping is my least favorite hobby.” He shrugged on a jacket I hadn’t seen before, opened the giant door to outside, and motioned with a hand for me to go, with a larger version of my leather gloves, in black.
He rose a dark eyebrow, his famous sly grin on his lips. “Chubbies first.”
I groaned. “Shut up.” I smacked him on the chest as I walked outside, only making him do that creepy chuckle he always had done whenever he was up to no good. He sometimes got a kick out of scaring me with it whenever I was in a dark room of the house it was so menacing.
When I walked outside, I stared at the pitch black atmosphere. I had completely forgotten it was dark outside, freezing, and I was going to go for a walk with Dracula. “Hmm,” I said as if I was interested in the creepy bush to the right. I slowly made my way backwards to the door I came from, and turned to walk back inside to slam into his chest.
It was really just a predictable outcome for me trying to escape.
A flashlight landed in my hand. I gripped it tightly, as if to use it like a weapon. He grinned like a Cat, looking at me from under his nose. “Let’s go for a walk, before this gets out of hand.”
I started to ramble, and insult others when I was nervous. A horrible habit really.
“Don’t you mean let’s go for a skip? That’s what you do when I’m not looking right? You seem like the kind of guy to hug teddy bears, and kiss Barbie dolls. You’re cousin told me a story I thought you might like to hear. You’re not going to tie me to a tree and leave me to die right? Please don’t kill me than disguise me as a snowman or leave my body for wolfs, and crazy squirrels to eat…”
I stopped when his face slacked to a statue-like expression. He crossed his thick arms over his chest, and flashed me a scary smile as if to say ‘The-more-ideas-the-merrier!’
“Yeah, I’ll um...” I thumbed the woods from behind me. “I’ll start walking.” I awkwardly turned around, to see if he was following me. I noticed he wasn’t using a flashlight, making his figure look completely black. I turned back towards the woods, surprising a shiver.
Where exactly where we going? He hadn’t said anything the whole time we were walking, and it was getting awkward.
I counted a certain amount of crunches my boots made, daring myself to speak up. When I got to twenty I spoke up.
“So, nice night out!” I said over my shoulder.
He didn’t answer.
“I said…nice night out!”
That was when the wind kicked up.
A whisper floated into my ear, and I whirled around. “Val?” I asked the woods, seeing him nowhere in sight. I moved my flashlight against the tall, shadowed trees, starting to freak myself out. I realized I had no idea how to get back, and had no idea where I was to start. All I had with me was a flashlight.
He must have done it on purpose.
I opened my mouth and shouted at the top of my lungs, “Damnit Valen—“
The sound of someone running behind me made me turn around with my flashlight. Nobody was there of course. My heartbeat started to pound, as the wind kicked up once again. I spun in circles, trying to find which direction to start walking.
Another crunch of snow echoed the woods, sounding closer than the last. I frantically moved the light along the woods, to see nobody there. “Great,” I muttered, my lips slightly shivering. I moved the flashlight like a gun, and slowly made my way further into the woods. I thanked the heavens that I could see my way, so I wouldn’t go mad, trip over random things, and probably fall permanently, only to be eaten by crazy squirrels and wolves.
“Thank God, I have my flashlight.”
That was about when the most clichéd, predictable and inconvenient moment happened.
The lovely flashlight I had put my heart, soul, trust, and maybe future marriage in; flickered once, twice, thrice, and went out, like a flame under water.