The next morning was foggy, and I was expecting to feel sick and to be miserable, but I felt fine. It took a few slow minutes to get my eyes open, and stare the at the wall. I blinked until my pupils adjusted to the light in my room.
I was very comfortable, I realized. I was warm, and… naked. What had I don’t last night? Come into my room and stripped off all my clothes? I must have horrified Nadine, my roommate on the trip. But I smiled a little anyway. It was embarrassing, but a little funny too.
I let out a yawn, then stretched out, and froze when my foot touched a leg. Someone was in the bed with me. Whoever it was adjusted and put an arm over my rips and pulled me against… him. It was a guy, I could tell because there were no breasts and he was naked too so I could clearly feel a morning erection pressing against me.
Okay, I could handle that. So I’d had sex and didn’t remember it? That was Vegas’ theme song. I’d planned on it doing it anyway, and I didn’t care. I’d get rid of him soon enough, or maybe play with him before I ran away. He made a sleep noise and placed his chin against the back of my neck. I knew who it was then, because I felt rough facial hair. It was the bell boy I’d been eyeing when we came into the hotel. I’d focused in on his attractive five o’clock shadow right away.
I guess drunk me had somehow talked him into coming into my room and doing the horizontal tango. Well, I remembered him being pretty cute, so that was a relief. At least I hadn’t gone to bed with a schoolmate. Talk about awkward.
I stretched out against him, rolled my shoulders. I closed my eyes again and rolled over to face him. I’d get a few more minutes sleep before getting up, I decided. But then I thought about that cute face, and the bleach blonde hair. I tried to convince myself to wait a few minutes before opening my eyes.
I was sore, and he’d probably want to have sex again when we both woke up. I was glad I was drunk last night, I was glad I didn’t remember my first time. But I couldn’t resist the urge to look at that cute bell boy’s face. So to make sure I wouldn’t freak out when I looked at him, to prove to myself I had courage, I moved my face forward, and pressed my lips to his.
He let out a breath then kissed me back, which made me sigh with relief. He deepened the kiss, and rolled me onto my back, and slipped his tongue into my mouth. He fondled my breasts with his hands. Then ever so slowly, pushed inside of me.
I opened my eyes, to see his were mostly closed. He moved his hips against mine, his jaw rubbing against my skin as he kissed me. He pulled his mouth away and put his hand on the pillow next to me head, started to move in me rhythmically.
And I screamed.
His eyes popped open, and when he saw my face, his face went to shock and he stopped moving. My heart thumped against my chest and my jaw dropped open. We looked at each other and realization hit me. I’d gotten drunk, I had sex, and I lost my virginity to Chaz.
He pulled out of me quickly, sat up on the bed. “Oh my God. I had sex with a human.” he breathed.
I felt my neck suddenly throb, and I put my hand to the source of the aching. As I felt the wound, I jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom. I moved my hand and screamed again. There were two holes in my neck. I covered my mouth, stared at the bruises around the spots where he’d plunged his teeth into my vein. And there was some sort of hickey, like he’d sucked after biting me.
I turned and walked back into the room, not knowing what to think. He was standing now, facing me, but he wasn’t looking at me. He was staring down at his left hand. I kept looking at him. “You bit me.” I whispered.
He looked up at me, then was in front of me in seconds. He grabbed my left hand and looked down at it. “No, no, no.” he breathed. “No.”
I looked down, and saw the ring. The shiny silver band that was resting there. He held his hand next to mine to show that he had one just like it on his hand. He looked me over, then his eyes stopped on my thigh, and he turned me abruptly. He grabbed my leg and jerked it up, and I winced.
Then I saw what he was looking at. It was half of a heart, and in it was written: Chaz
I pointed to his thigh where he had half a heart and in it was written: Cherie
My name. I shook my head. “Okay. Somehow we got drunk, had sex, got married, and got tattoos?” I asked.
He let my leg drop. “I got married and had sex with a human.” he stated.
I gritted my teeth. “That’s what you’re upset about? Because I’m human?”
He looked up at me sharply, then stood in a very threatening way. “Watch it, human.”
I swallowed and took a clumsy step back. Chaz was very scary, I remembered. And lethal.
But I got my nerve back, and pointed to his thigh. “My name is Cherie. It says it right there, right by your ass.”
He stepped toward me and my courage faded and I quickly stepped back. The fact that he was completely naked didn’t make him any less scary. He backed me against the wall and glared down at me. “My father doesn’t believe in divorce, what in the hell are we going to do?”
I made a face. “Oh, I forgot. You always do what Daddy tells you.” I scoffed. “Why don’t you be a man for once? You’re eighteen, you can get a damn divorce if you want one.”
He slammed his hand against the wall, right by my head, making me gasp and jump. “It’s not that fucking simple, human.” He turned away, walked over to where his jeans laid on the floor. He pulled them up then ran a hand back through his hair. “Shit.” he cursed.
“Well I don’t give a damn what your father wants. I’m not staying married to you. As if it’s not disgusting enough that you’re a half blood. You are the last person I want to be within a three hundred mile radius of, much less be married to.” I snapped.
And I’ll admit it was more out of spite because he kept calling me “human” like I was disgusting. It pissed me off.
Again, he was suddenly in front of me, staring down at me. “You want to run that by me again?” he asked, his voice steel and somehow even scarier than before. “You can say whatever you want about me but don’t you ever even come close to insulting my father again. Do you understand?”
“All I know is that your mother was a stupid human who fell for a disgusting vampire and you’re the result of it. And the only reason you even got within twenty feet of me is because I was drunk. Someone should shove a stake through your chest as far as I’m concerned.”
It wasn’t exactly true, the stake thing. It was just a myth but it made my point.
He didn’t blink, just looked at me, then slowly leaned toward me until his mouth was next to my ear. “If you say one more word to me I’m going to shove a stake into you where it really hurts and until you can’t walk.” He leaned back, his blue eyes cold. “Go sit down on that bed. I’m going to get a shower. And when I come back in here, if you aren’t sitting right there on the bed in the same damn spot I’m going to rape you until you fucking bleed.”
He grabbed my arm, and yanked me over to the bed, then threw me down onto it. I sat up, my naked chest heaving, my heart pounding, and I knew there was horror on my face as I looked at him. He turned and walked into the bathroom, and slammed the door closed behind him.
And I didn’t dare move.
He came out of the shower ten minutes later and looked at me to be sure I hadn’t moved. I sat there, still completely naked, and stared back at him. He walked over to the bed, and picked up my clothes, then threw them to me. “Get out.” he snapped. “And I don’t want to see you again for the rest of this trip. You’re not going to ruin this for me. So stay out of my way.”
I noticed his ring was gone. I got off the bed and put on my jeans and red checkered shirt. I pulled on my boots then grabbed my hat. “Make you a deal. You don’t have to ever see me again. Because luckily for you, I was planning to run away anyway. Have a nice life.” I walked over to the door, reached for the handled. His hand came around my arm and he jerked me to face him.
“You’re not leaving this hotel.” he growled. “And are you insane or just an idiot? You wouldn’t survive five minutes on these streets.”
“Well luckily for me I’m not above being a prostitute.” I snapped back. I tried to jerk away but his grip was solid and he didn’t let go.
“If you try to leave this hotel I promise you there will be hell to pay. My wife is not going to have sex for money.” he said matter-of-factly.
I stopped, raised an eyebrow at him. “Your wife? What happened to ‘human‘?” I asked.
He huffed out a breath. “Like I said before, my father doesn’t believe in divorce. So you and I will be married til death do us part. You might as well get used to the fact that I’m your husband now.”
“No.” I hissed. “No, you’re not. A husband doesn’t threaten to rape or beat his wife. Or try to control her like this. I’ve had enough of this shit from my parents and I won’t let you hurt me too.” My voice broke. “You’re not going to make me go back. I won’t go back!” I sobbed.
He blinked, and didn’t seem to know how to handle my crying. Or maybe he just hadn’t known about my parents and that surprised him. I don’t know why, but I walked into him, and sobbed into his chest. I’d never cried in front of anyone before besides my parents when they beat me.
To my surprise he let go of my wrist and wrapped his arms around me. I wrapped my own around him in return, shaking and sobbing. He began to rock me and rub my back. “Calm down hu- Cherie.” he whispered.
I pulled away abruptly, then opened the door and ran down the hall and into my room. I locked the door, then leaned against it, and slowly lowered myself until I was sitting on the floor.
It was just another obstacle, I told myself. I’d get through it. I’d make it. I would get away.
I pulled the ring off my finger and threw it across the room. It bounced off the wall, and rolled back over to me, then fell and sat next to my feet. I stared at it as I calmed down and the sobs faded. Then slowly, I leaned forward and picked up the ring and stared at it. Then I put it back on.
I clenched my hand into a fist. I would keep it as a reminder, I told myself. To remind myself to be more careful. Because tonight I would run away, and I would be on my own. And in the streets of a strange city, death was around every corner.
(A/N: Let me know if you like this and I'll update another chapter in a couple of days. I wanted to test out this story to see if it was interesting enough and good enough for a story so feed back is much appreciated.)
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