The Vampire's Claim

Chapter 8: Cliche

"It's time to go" I almost jumped up from my seat when Dylan's cold voice resounded from downstairs. It's been 30 minutes already and yet I'm still sitting in front of my closet and still wondering what to wear when I meet with my mom again.

Today is finally the day that I can finally go home to my family. I thought Dylan was just messing around with me at first until he declared that I should pack my things last night... Well, I didn't have much since he just technically took me when I had nothing but my clothes on, but he said that all the stuff I have here is mine so that's what I decided to take home. 

Oh come on, it's a gift...it'd be rude to refuse. Finally choosing to wear a white polo with penguin designs and pink shorts; I descended the stairs and heard someone following me with ragged steps. I looked behind and saw Damon half naked with only blue-colored pajamas hanging lowly on his hips. After that tiny incident yesterday, Damon decided to come and stay here in Dylan's cabin. His reasons were vague but I didn't pay much attention to that anyway. Dylan was adamant that he should stay away from me especially with his ill intentions, yet that didn't stop him from barging inside the house and almost claiming it as his own.

I was snapped out from my trance when he reached the area where I am standing. Up close, I can't help but notice his sexy getup. 

dude hide those damn V-lines.

"Where are you guys going?" Damon intruded, obviously looking worn out. He must've just gotten up from bed and didn't even have breakfast yet. Perhaps I should make him some sandwiches as a farewell gift...tho I'm pretty not sure if I'll meet him again when Dylan decides to take me back.

Crap...what am I thinking? I shouldn't just accept the way things are.

I think things aren't turning the way I want them to be. Dylan is finally letting me go back to my family, but he decided on taking me with him to somewhere far away...

That means I will never be able to be with my family ever again

"I'm taking Anna home for a while. Keeping her with me will only make it unsafe for her" he responded calmly. I noticed that he's wearing a black tee and paired it with dark-colored jeans. His hair is naturally on its disheveled style, yet it didn't fail on making him look so hot. 

He looked dashing for a vampire it's almost illegal.

"Unsafe from what?"I blurted out.

"I'll tell on when the time comes" he replied with a tiny smile before grabbing my bags and heading outside. He must be preparing the car for the long journey.

I swore my heart fluttered and my stomach did a backflip just now. 

Refusing those ridiculous thoughts, I decided to retreat back inside the kitchen and took out the loaf of bread from the food cabinet. We're going on a trip so I think it's only right to prepare them something.

wait a minute...these guys are vampires. They drink blood. 

Do they even eat vegetable and ham sandwiches?

"What are you doing?" I almost jumped when Damon instantly sneaked his way from behind me. "Are you preparing food??" 

"Do I look like I'm cutting papers here Damon?" I responded sarcastically. Ignoring his presence, I went back on carefully cutting the tomatoes while gradually checking on the ham I'm currently frying.

"Hey, If you prepare some food, make sure you wear this" Before I could even ask what he is talking about, a large cloth was draped in front of me and two large hands grabbed the strings and tied them behind my lower back and neck. He then made me face him to check how I looked. 

I probably looked ridiculous to him right now because of this duck-themed apron. Why the heck did Dylan even buy this?

"Apron is necessary when you are in the kitchen" he winked before jogging towards the stairs but stopped midway and gave me a sly smirk.

"I don't mind having your blood for breakfast though," he said before finally leaving the kitchen.