Victoria Dawn

Chapter 4: New Home

That night, I must have fallen asleep…but when I woke up, I was in a beautiful bed. The blankets were crimson red, made of velvet, the softest in the world to the touch. I had slept well, considering what I had been through. I woke and was startled.

I looked beside me and there he was, his angel face staring at me as I yawned. I jumped back probably ten feet, making him jump as well. What the hell is this guy doing in my bed?

“Did I startle you?” He asked, ever so gentle.

“Yes,” I answered, calming myself down a little. “Why are you sleeping with me, though?”

“I’m sorry, I just thought you might like some company.”

“I guess it’s okay, it’s just a little weird, I mean, I hardly even know you.”

“I know, I’m sorry, if you prefer, I’ll be downstairs while you sleep next time.”

“Don’t worry about it, I’ll be leaving soon, anyway, right?”

Dante looked saddened. I felt terrible, but I was right, I needed to leave and I needed to leave now before things got worse and before he got even deeper.

“If you prefer, you may leave whenever you wish.”

“Well,” I started, deep in thought, “Maybe I’ll stay a little longer.” I hated myself for saying this, I hated myself for feeling the way I was starting to feel. I wanted to leave, but I wanted to stay.

I looked around the room to find a very old-fashioned looking bedroom. There were dark wood floors, a high ceiling, and another very large chandelier above my head. I was in complete awe of my surroundings. I had never seen anything like the house I was staying in, and I had never experienced anything I’d experienced in these past few weeks.

The longest weeks of my life.

And now it was over. I was safe…finally. I was where I belonged, for now anyway. I didn’t know why I felt that way, but something overwhelming took over my body and gave me such relief. Dante was my savior. He was a monster, yet he was the most beautiful, caring man I’d ever met or could imagine to meet. I wanted to tell my mind to shut up, I wanted to leave, but then again, I couldn’t just leave him, knowing he loved me, could I?

I wanted to know more about him. I wanted to know his story. I wanted to know how he changed, why he changed, why he was the way he was. Why he was a “good” vampire.

Why were his beautiful eyes the color of emerald gems and the others were the color of rubies.

I was intrigued by him.

I was in such thought I’d forgotten he was lying beside me. “Did you sleep well?” I asked, unsure if he did sleep or not.

“I thought you knew, “he said, questioning me, “I cannot sleep,” he said, sorrowful.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know,” I looked at my hands and sadness overwhelmed me. I felt terrible for him. Sleep was something I always looked forward to, almost as though it was my escape from reality.

“It’s not your fault,” he said with care in his eyes. “I don’t really need sleep anyway now that you’re here. I finally have my dreams in front of me.”

I blushed, looking down again. How could he be so sweet and caring when he knew nothing of me, nothing of my past. He didn’t know the type of person I really was. He didn’t know I wanted to leave his side, yet I wanted to stay. He didn’t know I was confused as ever right now.

I was always the shy girl in school, not many friends, looked at as though I was a “freak.” Yes, that hurt me, but I taught myself that I shouldn’t care. If I was happy with who I was, no one could bring me down. I was very independent and I felt something pulling me toward Dante, which was very strange and new.

“Are you hungry?” he asked, interrupting my thoughts.

“A little,” I admitted. I hated eating in front of people. It was almost as bad as speaking in front of people for me. My palms would sweat and my face would burn. I had no clue why I felt the way I did but I did, and it was something that I needed to get over.

“I’ll see if I can find something you would like to eat.”

“Thank you.”

“Your clothes are lying on the couch if you would like to change,” he said as he smiled lightly and walked out of the room.

I got to my feet, yawned and stretched one last time and grabbed my clothes from the black leather sofa.

I put my fresh pair of clothes on and moseyed down the stairs to find Dante making me breakfast. I knew I looked like crap and that made me even more embarrassed. I wore a button-down flannel shirt and a pair of jeans. That was what I usually wore, plain maybe, but my personality made up for it. I never thought of myself as being the ugliest girl but I never ever thought of myself as being pretty either.

I had long brown hair that came to a wave at the ends. I hated my hair. It had been the same style my whole life, though I was afraid to cut it. I was terrified of change. The only thing I liked about myself was my blue eyes. They were blue around the edges with a dark green in the middle. Weird, I know, but I loved them. They were different, like me.

“I’m doing my best,” he said to me as I walked the rest of the way down the stairs, “I haven’t made actual food in so long…” he laughed to himself.

“It’s fine, I’ll eat anything right now,” I giggled, watching him. It looked like he was making eggs, toast, and bacon. I wondered why he had normal food in his house considering he was the only one who lived here. And he didn’t exactly eat human food.

“I knew I was finding you, so I took the liberty to buy some “human” food at the local grocery store.”

I was curious to know how he knew he’d be saving me. But then again, I thought it was very nice to think of me. But that made me question also…did he know my mother was going to be killed? Did he know I would end up staying with him?

“Dante?” I asked, millions of questions in my head.

“Yes?” he asked, his forehead creased as though he thought I might say something that would catch him off guard.

“Did you know my mother would be killed? I mean,” my voice faded away. I almost broke down again but I caught myself just in time, “you knew I would be staying with you since you had everything ready for my arrival.”

“Honestly, Victoria, it did not matter if your mother were to survive or not, I was taking you away from that place no matter what. I’ve waited too long to find you, and I was not going to let you die there. There was no way I would ever let that happen.”

“Well thanks, I owe you.” He’s been waiting for me? This guy is seeming more creepy than he was before. How much does he actually know about me? I shuttered at the thought of him stalking me.

“You owe me nothing, love,” he looked at me with a smile. I blushed again and looked at my feet as I stood in the doorway of the kitchen. I think it was just the way he talked but the fact that he was calling me love now kinda made me a little on edge. I’ve never really had a real boyfriend before, especially one that is a vampire for god sake. It was a little creepy, but it felt kinda nice at the same time. Am I going crazy?

“I’m just having a hard time believing I’m not dreaming right now…” my voice left me as I stared at the ground, motionless, unable to explain myself, hoping to find the right words.

“And why is that?” he asked with a heavenly smile.

“Well, if you would really like to know, there are two reasons I feel the way I do. For one, I spent at least two weeks in the hell that was my attic, watching and waiting and seeing everyone I had ever loved or cared about being killed in the most horrific manner. And two, I have an angel standing in front of me and I don’t know whether to trust him or run away. I hate feeling like this. I mean, I’m kinda feeling like you’re a stalker, at this point in time.”

His eyes held many questions. He looked at me as though I was crazy, out of my mind.

“An angel?” he asked, squinting, his forehead creasing as if I’d called him the most horrible name I could think of.

“Yes, you are my angel who has fallen from the sky, I know it may sound a little corny, but when I imagine an angel, I would imagine just what you did for me. Dante, I told myself there wasn’t a God while I was in that attic. And then you show up and save me,” I looked at the ground, thinking that I was insane for just telling him that. I never told people how I really felt. I always kept things to myself, yet this man, this mysterious man had basically drawn my feelings out of my heart for all the world to see. “You saved me,” I stated, almost breaking down from emotion, “it was as though I had seen heaven when you appeared above me in that attic. I stared into your eyes and I saw my future, I saw everything that I had ever loved, I saw you,” I blushed. What am I doing?! Why am I saying this? Is this how I really feel? What have I done?

“I am no angel,” he whispered.

“You may not be an angel…but you are my angel, my guardian angel.” Once again, the verbal diarrhea. I didn’t know what I was saying, but I felt it in my heart. For once, I’d listened to my heart instead of my mind. No, I wouldn’t be trusting this guy fully, just yet, but there was hope, I guess.

“I do not deserve that title,” he whispered again, his voice ashamed.

“Well, I believe that you do,” I stated, looking very sure of myself. He was my angel and so he would remain, and this I could tell. He had saved me from my hell, and for that, I was forever grateful.

“The only one in this room that deserves that title is you, my dear,” he looked up at me from the ground, with a half smirk on his face. He looked evil for some reason, his hair framing his face as darkness did the night I first saw him. But he looked loving, peaceful, and serene at the same time. He made my heart beat faster and slower at the same time, almost coming to a stop at some points. He made my palms sweat, my face burn. My stomach fluttered around him, as though I was sick with the flu…but I was sick, sick with the love of a wonderful man I had hardly even known. I would have to just realize that he should be in my heart, and I should give him a chance. Why not? The worst that could happen is that he would kill me, right?

“So, we’ve reached an agreement then, we are both angels, at least in each other’s eyes.”

“I suppose you could say that.”

“Then I will say that,” I smiled at him.

This man was my savior. Ironic as it was, this man who was a monster, a man who could kill me at any moment in time, was my savior, and he was the only person I knew could and would not ever harm me in any way, at least that’s what I would start telling myself.