It took everything, everything in me to not scream in pain as his sharp fangs pierced inside my skin, my whole stomach turning ice as he let out a moan in satisfaction, not even wasting a second to suck on my blood. It’s at times like these that makes me wonder, how do they do it? How do they take pleasure in someone else’s pain and not feel anything? How was this so easy for them? The pain around my neck started to get more intense and I clutched on to his neck, holding back a scream but I couldn’t take it anymore. I finally let out a painful scream but it was muffled out as something locked on my lips almost instantly. My teary eyes slightly widened when I found his lips on mine and I mentally gagged, the taste of my blood now sticking to my throat as he deepened the kiss. My breath hitched when I felt a hand making its way inside my sweater and at this point, I wanted him to stop but keep going at the same time. Why do I keep having mixed feelings?
“More, I want more…” he whispered in my ears and before I knew it, my sweater had slipped right off my body and I clutched my chest in embarrassment as he straddled around my torso, sitting up straight and swiftly stripping of his shirt as well. I know, I know, I’m not fully naked but this already feels like I am, with just my bra on and as much as I was enjoying this, I didn’t want him to see my body. There were tons of insecurities I felt about them and the last person I would want to notice them was Draven. He grew silent for a while and I watched his mouth slightly drop open as he stared at me, his eyes completely getting fixated on my body as they trailed up and down, taking in all the details he could.
“You’re so beautiful,” he finally mumbled, and I just stared into his eyes. He had a look I couldn’t place my finger on and it made the butterflies in my stomach go on a rampage. “You’re honestly so fucking…” he leaned his face closer, gently taking my hands off my chest and pressing both my wrists above my head before peering into my eyes again, making my heart skip a beat. “Beautiful.” He breathed, as if he had been holding it in for so long and I just bit my bottom lip, my whole face flushing as I tried to say something, anything. I really never have been good at taking compliments and-
“Fuck.” He suddenly whispered, lust suddenly filling his eyes before his lips crashed onto mine roughly. This time, I kissed him back just as hard, wrapping my arms around his neck as one of his hands trailed up my hips, causing goosebumps to rise all over my body. How was he able to make me feel so good with just under a small touch? I felt his fingers graze around my bra before they moved down to my thighs and an uncontrollable moan escaped my lips when he grabbed my inner thigh, his breathing only getting heavier as our bodies pulled each other closer.
“Dr-draven…” I parted our lips as his fingers kept brushing against my thighs, making its way up and then moving down in a slow motion and I know for a fact that he was just teasing me. “Stop that…” I almost whined and he only pressed my wrists harder on the bed as a small smirk tugged on the corner of his lips.
“Stop what, doll face?” he cocked his head to a side and before I could say anything, he leaned into a kiss again, making me gasp in pleasure and Draven only used this chance to slip his tongue inside my mouth, exploring it. My heart started racing faster when I felt his fingers slowly making their way up again and just as things started to get more intense, a picture of Dexter’s face flashed through my mind, causing me to pull away almost instantly. What Dexter had said about Lianna…everything about her and-
“What’s wrong, Draven breathed, his eyes locked in mine in concern upon seeing my expression and I noticed the lust in his eyes fade away before his expressions turned into a more serious gesture.
“No-nothing…” I turned away, my mood suddenly dropping at the thought of him and Lianna. They were together at some point, they most definitely did all these things and a lot more, and somehow, I reminded him of Lianna. And of all the times to be pondering over it, I chose to get upset now.
“Did it hurt too much or-”
“It’s not that, I just- I have to go.” I closed my eyes, inhaling deeply before practically pushing him off me. To be honest, I wanted to know about his past, his secrets and everything about him before we do something like this. I want to know if he was just doing all this because I somehow reminded him of her. I mean, that’s the case right? That’s why he called me by her name and that’s probably why he doesn’t want Dexter to have me. Because he thinks this is history repeating itself, right? But I don’t want that to be the case, I don’t want him to see her in me every time we-
“Adriana, what’s wrong?” he questioned, a hint of concern in his voice as I picked up my sweater and I gave him a flat look. “Wait-tell me what’s wrong?” he snatched my sweater just as I was to put them on and I gave him a hard frown, feeling highly uncomfortable to only be wearing a short and bra in front of him, though I was just okay with it a few minutes ago.
“Give it back, I’m leaving.” I tried to snatch it away as he leaned back against the bed, extending his arms further away before I could reach towards it.
“Where? Hey-just tell me what’s going on? Are you upset because we-”
“Can you stop being such a pervert and give it to me?” I huffed, trying my best to ignore the concerned look on his face that he was clearly trying to hide now.
“Look, if you didn’t want me to drink from you then you could’ve just told me and I-”
“Draven, stop, it’s not that.” I interrupted in annoyance and snatched away my sweater as he handed it over to me, turning around to slip it on quickly.
“Then what is it? Because you were fine just now and-stop!” he raised his voice as I bolted towards the door. Hands grabbed my shoulders before spinning me around and I let out a groan before meeting his blue eyes that were now looking right into my brown ones. “Just stop, alright? What’s going on?” his voice softened and it surprised me that he could actually be this calm and patient when he wants to be.
“What?”
“What do you mean “what?” I want to know what’s going on. Did I do something wrong?” he questioned again, releasing his grip as I folded my hands across my chest and leaned back against the door.
“It’s not what you did tonight, it’s just what you do on a daily basis.”
“Which is?”
“Keeping secrets from me about Dexter, not telling me about you and Lianna, or your past at all for that matter.”
“What? Why are you bringing this up now? I told you that you don’t have to know all that shit.” I could tell that he was starting to get annoyed but I didn’t care. I deserved to know.
“Because I think I deserve an explanation?” I leaned closer as he let out a groan in frustration. “Do you see her when you look at me…?” I finally choked out and I watched his head snap at my direction.
“What? No-”
“Then what is it? Because you have already called me by her name and you and Dexter keep pulling my head because of what happened between Lianna-” I made a face as I mentioned her name but stopped when Draven frowned at me.
“I told you not to disrespect her, doll face.”
“See? I cannot even breathe her name without you getting upset.” I tried to conceal the hurt in my voice but it was clearly evident now.
“Can you please stop making it sound like this is a competition between you and her? She’s dead, alright? Let it go.”
“You know what?” I breathed in, blinking away the tears as he took a step forward, sending me an apologetic look but I wasn’t going to buy it.
“Doll face, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that-”
“Forget it. This never happened.” I finished, cutting him off and opening the door, slamming it shut before he could even react. As I marched through the hallway with tears in my eyes, I noticed Edward making out with one of his whores, slamming her against the wall as I walked right past him and I resisted the urge to puke. Honestly, it’s at times like these I wish I had escaped with Dexter and did as he said. But then again, he was no better. Worse to be honest. But at least he was honest with me about what happened or why he’s doing all this, as childish as the reasons may be. After a good thirty minutes or so, I finally sneaked upstairs back to my room and plopped into my bed when I noticed that Draven was gone by now. Guess he decided to let me be. I buried myself inside the sheets, closing my eyes shut as I tried to not picture what happened tonight. His fingers trailing all over my body as we kissed-
“No, go to sleep.” I scolded myself before closing my eyes shut and inhaling deeply, my eyelids drooping as I let out a sigh. Lianna… he must really have been in love with you.
x-x

The next morning, I decided to take some time to actually dress up and use this time to have some time for myself. I needed time for myself in order to get my feelings sorted out and maybe this was a good way to get my mind off about it. After all, I enjoyed dressing up back at home and maybe I can do so once in a while here too? Or maybe not, considering the fact that I was surrounded by horny blood sucking assholes, who would probably hit on anything with tits, and hide behind the old excuse, “I’m a simple man.” How original.
I decided to slip on a casual white tank top with a black tight, putting my hair in a messy bun before I applied some lip gloss, making my lips full and pink. Next I applied some eye liner and was contemplating to whether I should curl my hair or straighten it but then decided to leave it as it is. A messy bun. After finishing up, I hurried out of my room and met Ferra on the way as he sent me a hateful glare and I stopped to look at her.
“What is it, Ferra?”
“You know what, slut face. I saw Draven going inside your room last night.” She flipped her hair to a side and glared at me with her big brown eyes.
“You have clearly misunderstood because Draven and I-”
“Are nothing? Please, you need to learn how to lie first.” She folded her arms across her chest, tapping her heels on the ground as she placed her weight on her right leg.
“God, why does it even bother you so much anyways? I thought you and Jason were a thing now?” I questioned and I watched her face scrunch up in annoyance before she let out a huff in frustration.
“We are. But that’s only until I get Draven.”
“That’s low, even for-”
“So let’s get something straight, we had a deal. You help me become Draven’s keeper and I help you escape. We agreed on that so I suggest you keep your-”
“Ladies.” A voice echoed through the hallway and before we could even turn properly, Kevin appeared in front of us and we both gasped in surprise.
“God.” I muttered under my breath as he eyed me from head to toe.
“You’re looking rather hot today, darling.” He cooed, wrapping an arm around my waist and I tried to brush him away but he held a fine grip before dragging me through the hallway. I glanced back at Ferra, who was now scowling at me and giving me a look but I decided to ignore it. I should’ve just sent her away when Draven wanted to.
“Stop touching me.” I pushed him away as we made it down the stairs and he simply grinned, revealing a side dimple I never even noticed he had before.
“I couldn’t help it. Such a fine smell was coming out from you too,” He closed his eyes and breathed in, making me shudder in fear and disgust. “Guess Draven had his fine share last night.” He opened his eyes and I gulped softly before turning silent, almost forgetting about the bite mark. I hadn’t even patched it up, only washed it off when I bathed this morning.
“Kevin, can you just-”
“Leave you alone? Darling, I wish I could. Even with Draven warning us to stay away from you, I’m still here…resisting the urge to rip your clothes out and fucking you till you scream my na-”
“Kevin, you’re late. I told you to go find it.” Vincent’s voice interrupted us as he appeared next to us and I mentally sighed in relief before looking at Kevin, who gave me a small wink, biting his lip as he stared at me from head to toe again, causing a shiver down my spine. 
“Let’s go.” Vincent muttered before grabbing my hand and practically dragging me to the other side. We arrived at an unfamiliar room and I stared at him in confusion as he took out some keys from his pockets.
“What is it? Are you planning to keep me in here or-”
“What do you take me for?” he chuckled, finally choosing a key and using it to unlock the door. I heard it open with a “click” sound and I stared in astonishment as we stepped inside a huge library. Stacks of books filled the entire room and I noticed several butlers dusting the place but stopped when they noticed us enter. They all bowed and left as Vincent closed the door behind me.
“Oh my god…why didn’t you tell me there was a library here?!” I squealed, almost jumping at him and he chuckled before shrugging.
“I didn’t think you were interested,” my jaws dropped open at his words. “Until now, of course.” He laughed a short laugh and I shook my head with a grin before admiring the place again.
“You clearly don’t know me well enough then. Can I stay and read?” I asked, moving towards a cupboard full of books and he nodded.
“As long as I can join you.” He grinned and I simply nodded. His company won’t be so bad, as long as he doesn’t interrupt my reading.
“God, this is amazing.” I ran my fingers through some book, my eyes gleaming in pleasure and excitement. Books always had this effect on me.
“You’re amazing.” I thought I heard him say from behind and I turned to look at him.
“What?”
“What?” he almost asked at the same time I did and I narrowed my eyes at him before shaking my head and looking through the books again. I decided to pick out a random one and Vincent guided me towards the nearby table. I started reading before I could sit down and was already hooked into the book, making Vincent chuckle softly. He sat down in front of me and I didn’t even bother to say anything anymore as he kept staring at me, rather than actually read his book. Annoying, but this book got me covered. After reading for a good 20 minutes or more, I heard the sound of a chair scraping before Vincent said something between the lines “Hey, I have to go, don’t stay too long.” I simply nodded quickly, my eyes still not leaving the book. Minutes, hours passed as I got more and more engaged inside my book but I didn’t care. This book was too interesting and I couldn’t stop. God, this is why my parents stopped buying me books. They always made it sound like that’s all I’m ever good at and that it would “distract” me from doing the “important” things in life. Like trying to win the heart of a blood sucking monster.
“Interesting.” I heard a familiar voice before my book was snatched away from me.
“Hey!” I squealed, standing up and turning around to face Draven, who was now holding the book in his hands and it annoyed me beyond words but at the same time, I was kind of afraid that he would be mad at me for coming in here without his permission. 
“Give it back!”
“Didn’t think you liked to read.”
“Didn’t think it was your business.” I tried to snatch away the book but ended up knocking my knee on the corner of the table. I winced in pain and glared at Draven, who was now laughing in amusement. How shocking.
“Just give it back, Draven! You made me forget what chapter I was on even!” I groaned, reaching up to grab it but he simply extended his arms up further and even in these god damn heels, I was no match for his height.
“I’ll give it back, if you tell me where you’ve been the whole day.” His voice sounded rather amused and I rolled my eyes.
“Here? Reading. Why do you care anyways?” I grumbled, trying to snatch it away and huffing in frustration at another failed attempt.
“I just do.”
“Cute, now give it back.”
“Not until we talk about last night.” He finally mumbled, his eyes suddenly softening and I pressed my lips together into a thin line.
“How about “no”?” I questioned boldly and I watched him raise a brow before shrugging.
“Fine, guess you’ll never be able to read this book again.” He was about to hurl it to the wall when I grabbed his upper arm before he could, my heart almost ripping out of my chest as he simply dropped the book on the ground. Oh, the audacity of this-this…thing!
“You-how dare you!” I snapped, glaring at him and was about to take a step forward when he took not one but three steps towards me, making me back away before bumping against the nearest book shelf.
“How dare I? How dare you, yell at me?” His voice wasn’t laced with anger, rather it was still with amusement and that pissed me off even more.
“You know, why don’t you just stop teasing me every five seconds and I don’t know, maybe, just maybe do something more productive in your life?”
“Like fucking you? Sounds like a very productive thing to-” he stopped to grin when I bit my bottom lip in annoyance, his eyes suddenly flickering on them.
“If you want to talk about last night, then start by explaining what happened between you, Dexter and Lianna.” I mumbled out but his eyes were now focused on my lips as he hummed in response, a hand slowly tangling around my waist as he pulled himself closer.
“No, I mean that, can you take it a bit more serious and-”
“I am.” He replied shortly, his eyes still not ripping away from my lips for even a second and I could feel my heart racing faster.
“You’re not, you’re clearly distracted.”
“Can you blame me?” Draven’s voice was barely above a whisper now, his eyes were still on my lips and I know that he was just annoying me at this point.
“Are you going to tell me or not?”
“No, because it’s not important right now.”
“It is,” I huffed and in an attempt to jerk him away, I pressed my hands firmly on his chest but he only pulled his body closer to mine. “You know what? Why don’t you just stop acting like this? You keep being nice one minute and lashing out the next minute, being a rude dick head when it pleases you.” I tried to hold back my words but to be honest, I wasn’t afraid of him anymore. At least not as much as I used to be. Now he was just annoying.
“You’re so hot when you’re mad.” His words only sent anger boiling inside me and I took a deep breath before digging my nails inside his chest and giving him my best fake smile.
“I can’t believe I am about to say this but I think you should just go back to being yourself. You don’t need to show me these two faces anymore. Stick with one and I don’t know. Slam me against and wall and choke me like you used to when you get mad-”
“I could still do that when I’m fucking you.” I blushed harder than I should and I tried to come back with a witty remark but sometimes, when people say such bold and straightforward shit, it makes it harder for the other person to say something back. This was one of those cases.
“Are you bipolar?” I finally asked and he simply shrugged.
“I could be, who knows. And nice try, doll face, but I can hear your heartbeat and it’ll always give you away,” he grinned, resting his lower arm on top of my head on the book shelf and using his other hand to take a firm grip on my chin. As this point, I was lost at words, I mean, come on, I tried. I really did.
“I-that’s not even-”
“Can I kiss you?” another bold question.
“No.” I inhaled deeply, my eyes not leaving his as my lips slightly fell apart.
“Can I please kiss you?” he barely mumbled, his voice was now hoarse and god, it could make me melt but I stood by my words.
“At least you’re asking for my permission and not saying the word “please” without gagging.” I shrugged, brushing his fingers away and I could hear him groan in disappointment before standing up straight.
“By the way, have you seen Vincent?” Draven questioned, slipping his hands into his joggers and I shrugged.
“Don’t know, he was here with me for some time. He must’ve left.” I darted my eyes around the empty area.
“He was with you?” Draven suddenly snapped his head towards me and I nodded. “Why?”
“Why? I don’t know, he showed me this place and joined me for reading. Although I hardly doubt he was reading.” I rolled my eyes at the thought of him staring at me.
“Unhuh, what’s that supposed to mean?” I hadn’t noticed the tension in the air until now and I looked at Draven before shrugging.
“Nothing, anyways let’s go. I’ll just come back with him later.” I said and was about to walk past him when he grabbed my wrist, spinning me around.
“No, I don’t want you to come here with him again.” His voice was low with a hint of annoyance.
“Why?”
“I just don’t want you to, alright?”
“And I’m asking you why?” I asked in confusion and I watched him let out a huff in frustration before muttering something against his breath.
“Are you going to do as I say or not, doll face, because I’m really not in the mood?” he questioned and I could tell that he was getting really upset now. What was his problem anyways?
“Whatever you say.”

xxx