Chapter 25





He stares at me for a while, just examining my face. It’s a little uncomfortable, but I’m just happy he’s looking at me. His eyes linger on my lips as his face slowly moves closer and closer to mine. I can feel his warm breath on my lips, his eyelashes brushing against my cheek.




Then his lips meet mine




They’re rough and chapped, and very dry. He doesn’t even move his lips, just rests them on mine. He suddenly shoves me away, pushing my chest away.


“What the hell! I-I don’t know what that was. I’m not gay, clearly. I wasn’t thinking… I didn’t-”

I reach for his arm, rubbing my hand up and down. “Alex, calm down. You’re in pain from Mariah’s death and need someone. I know you weren’t thinking straight, calm down.”

He jerks his arm away, avoiding my touch yet again. He wipes his mouth over and over again. “Gross. Blood sucker spit. Probably human blood I’m tasting.” He mumbles. It’s obviously intended for me to hear.

“You know what!? I’ve had enough of this bullshit!” I scream. He flattens himself against the pillow, obviously at unease by my yelling. If only I gave a shit.

“This is the last straw! You screamed and threatened me, claiming Mariah’s death was my fault. You slapped me, punched me, kicked me, bit me, and I didn’t say a word. My parents were murdered by humans, but you don’t see me being an asshole to you because you're human! Get over yourself!” I scream. I storm out of the bedroom, I need my space. I walk over to the library and grab my favorite book, All Our Yesterdays. It’s about time travel and the future. I love reading books like this, to see what the humans thought the future. They imagined zombies infecting the humans until there was no survivors, that the gas being produced from all of the factories would eventually kill them all, but nothing like the gates of hell being released and creatures from other galaxies coming and taking over the smaller countries.


I calm down after a few minutes. Instead of feeling angry I now feel guilty. I contemplate going back and apologizing, but he probably wants his space.

After fifteen minutes I hear footsteps approaching and sniffling. I turn my head just as Alex pushes open the large wooden door. He’s obviously been crying, and still is.

“I’m-I’m s-s-s-sorry I… I w-w-was…” He can’t finish his sentence because he’s sobbing so hard.

I open my arms and pull him into my lap. He rests his forehead on my shoulder. “Hey… hey you’re okay. I’m sorry I upset you. That was a terrible thing for me to do, and I’m really really sorry.” I whisper. He shakes his head.

“Y-you're-right.” He sniffs and then continues speaking. “I don’t hate you. I’m just…. I’m scared.”

He sobs harder than before, so hard that it seems he’s having trouble breathing.

“Hey… breathe in then out. In then out. It’s going to be okay.” I say calmly. He nods, but continues to sob.

“Let’s get you back to bed, okay?” I say as I pick him up. He wraps his legs around my torso, his arms hanging loosely around my neck and his head against my chest. I walk down the hallway to my bedroom and gently put him down on top of the bed.

“Wh-where are you going?” He asks between sobs.

“Just downstairs to make myself a tea. I’ll be right back.”

“N-NO!” He screams. It isn’t an angry scream but a panicked scream. He clutches the sheets as he struggles to keep his breathing calm.

“Okay… here come with me, okay?” I offer my hand to him, and he takes it, getting out of bed, but doesn’t let go.

We walk down the stairs, his hand clutching onto mine tightly. He finally stops crying but doesn’t let go of me.

“Do you want a hot chocolate?” I ask.

“What’s that?” He asks. I stare at him, completely shocked.

“It’s food isn’t it?” He asks. I laugh.

“Yea, it’s a drink. I always forget you haven’t had the opportunity to try many things. I’ll make you one.”

I let go of his hand to grab the hot chocolate mix but he grabs my arm and holds onto my hand again.

“Alex I need two hands to do this.” I say as I pull his hand off of mine and his arms from around my arm.

“Then I don’t want a hot chocolate.” He says, grabbing onto my arm yet again.

“What if I let you on my back instead?” I offer. He nods. I bend down and he jumps onto my back. He’s lighter than I thought he would be.

I make myself a tea and him a hot chocolate before turning on the fire place and some acoustic covers of my favorite songs.

“Tell me what you think.” I say, handing him the mug of hot chocolate. “Be careful, it’s hot.” I add.

He takes a small sip before nearly chugging the entire drink. I can’t help but laugh.
“So I’m guessing you like it?” I laugh. He nods.

We sit in comfortable silence for a long time, just listening to the music and watching the flames dance.
“Umm… Jack?” Alex asks, his voice nervous.
“Yes?”
“I… I don’t hate you. I’m sorry I’ve been such an ass.”
I turn towards him and smile. “It’s okay.” I run my fingers through his hair once. He shivers goose bumps forming along his arms.

“I don’t know why you’ve been so nice, but thank you. I don’t think I’ve hated you since I first got here… actually the exact opposite.”
I nearly spit out my tea. His words are surprising, and don’t sound like his.
“What do you mean?” I ask, although it’s obvious.
“I… I really like you, Jack.” He stammers. I open my mouth to talk but he keeps talking.
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything. I know I’m a human and a slave, not an equal. I’m sorry I di-”
I cut him off by pressing my lips against his. I feel him tense up for a few seconds before relaxing and moving his against mine. It’s a short, sweet kiss, but a powerful one.

“I know you're probably right and I’m just trying to find someone to replace the hole Mariah left but-”

“Alex, don’t sweat it.” I laugh. Alex seems uneasy, unsure of himself.

“I-Oh, sorry.” He mumbles, looking down at his hands which are no longer holding mine. I reach forward and take his hands in mine, squeezing them. He looks up at me, a puzzled expression plastered on his face.

I open my mouth to speak, only getting half a sentence out before I hear the front door open and slam shut. I hear two voices giggling and the sound of skin on skin.

I press my finger to my lips, and Alex nods. I quietly walk over to my office where I find Ethan bent over, his bare ass in the air, fucking some blond girl.

“WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!?” I yell. I feel Alex jump, clearly not liking my yelling.

Ethan stands up and pulls his pants on, but the blond whore just sits on MY desk, legs open.

I storm over to Ethan and shove him backwards. “Care to explain!?” I scream. Surprisingly my fangs don’t come out.

“You were supposed to be gone.” He mumbles, not daring to look me in the eye.

“Well things came up and I couldn’t. Now, care to explain why there’s a blond slut sitting with her legs open on MY desk!?”

She scoffs, grabbing her clothes and storming out of the room.

“Oh, about that. I don’t care what I lose, I’m not pretending anymore. I’m not gay, and I’ve had enough of you. I thought you’d get the hint since I haven’t let you touch me the past two months but your just so clueless you didn’t even notice my three girlfriends.”

“Why… then why even be with me in the first place?” I ask through teary eyes. If we just grew apart, that would be one thing. Frankly I lost feelings for him months ago, but to know he never loved me pains me more than words can describe. Physically pains me even. All the hours spent… wasted on him, all those nights we’d make out and watch movies, the sweet notes he left me, all the times I let him fuck me, everything was a lie. It’s not like he lost interest, he was never interested from the beginning.

A muffled sob comes from my lips. I don’t even realize I’m crying until Ethan brushes away my tears with the thumb of his right hand. “Don’t cry. It was obviously going to end soon. And why did I date you? You’re a fucking king! With tons of money, I may have.”

“Not mine, the kingdoms money.”

Ethan throws his hands up in the air sarcastically. “Yea, whatever.”

And with that, he leaves. Just walks out the door.

Notes

I need a girlfriend