I wake up to a heavy weight on my lower half. Opening my eyes, I see a smug looking Zayn sitting on my hips.
"Get your blood sucking ass off me, ya cunt!" I say, smacking him.
He chuckles. "You're grumpy in the morning. Come on Green Bean, I made you breakfast," he says winking. At the thought of food I sat up immediately... forgetting Zayn was still on me.
Our heads clashed and he rollled off me, putting his hand to his forehead. "Hmmm," he shrugged it off. That hurt like getting a metal ball thrown at your face. Stupid vampire not being able to feel pain, I really wish he felt that.
At this point he was laughing at me, seeing how dizzy I was and knowing what major headache I'd be getting. I groaned and got out of bed, stomping down the stairs to the kitchen.
I was in the middle of my huge breakfast when Zayn showed up next to me fully dressed. "I'm going out today. otta' get more things from the market. You stay here, I'll be back soon," he said. I nodded as he walked out the door.
Once I had finally finished eating, I threw myself on the couch trying to fall asleep again. Then my thoughts traveled to Zayn.
I remembered the day I met him. I was walking back to the motel I used to stay at after catching a late movie. I always tried to move fast when there was an alley, but I wasn't fast that night. A cold hand grabbed me by the arm and pulled me in. I was shoved up a wall. "Don't scream and you won't die," he hissed. I nodded with both eyes wide. He put his lips to my neck, piercing it with his teeth and began to drink my blood. I remember moaning... a lot. "An Irish one," he whispered when he finished, "I'm keeping you."
Thus, here we are today... now where the hell is Zayn? Lucky enough, he walked through the door right that second.
But he wasn't alone... three more vampires walked beside him.
Oh God.