Bite Me Mr Vampire.

Visitors.

Persephone's POV.

For the past few days, my wake-up routine has always been the same. My eyes would snap open like a psycopath and sweat would be running down the sides of my face.

I sit up with a sigh and try to climb out of the bed but with difficulty, considering the amount of pillows are on the bed and how big the duvet is. With a huff, I finally break free, smiling to myself in victory.

It has been four days since I woke up in this house and for the most part of those days, Damien was either out of the house or locked in his study. It bothered me a little bit, but that was mostly because I was bored and did not have anyone to talk too. I spent most of my days in the butterfly hut- (of course with his permission)- and my nights sitting on my room window and watching the stars. I could not complain though, anything was better than being in the hands of my father.

I waddle to the bathroom to freshen up and brush my teeth. When I am done, I walk back to the bed but a loud thud from outside causes me to pause in my tracks. I stare at nothing for a moment, waiting to see if I would hear anything else but no sound follows. I turn back to the bed but my curiosity gets the best of me, pushing me towards the door.

I make sure to keep my steps silent as I walk through the hallway. Apart from the fact that Damien makes himself scarce these days, I have also noticed that he has become highly irritable. His yells when talking over the phone keeps me up at night. As I approach the living room,I begin to hear voices. I pause in my steps and lean against the wall of the hallway so I could listen in more.

"f*****g tard. Can't you walk straight?!" That voice is Damien's.

"Sorry, the vase is old anyway" Another male voice speaks up.

"Unless you wanna change it for me then don't knock it over" Damien says.

"So about this girl...the one you told me about" The other voice says, completely ignoring Damien's prior statement. What he says piques my interest immediately because I reckon he is talking about me.

"What about her?" Damien asks.

"Do you mind telling us why she is still in your house?" The voice that speaks up this time is different from the other. Are they more than two?

"Who says she is still in my house?" Damien asks defensively.

"C'mon Heiten. We can smell human blood from miles away. I began to percieve her the moment we turned the corner to your house." The calmer voice speaks.

"Well congratulations on having a great nose. You want a cookie?" Damien snaps.

You see? Irritable. He has been acting like a grumpy old lady for the past three days. I wonder why.

"And besides, if you could smell her then I am sure you would notice that her blood smells a little strange." He continues.

"Yea I noticed that" The other occupant of the room chimes in. "Got any idea why?"

"No. On top of that, she can't be read" Damien says cryptically.

"Woah. Is she our kind? A wolf maybe?"

"She's human. Semi-human" Damien answers.

"That is one comical description"

After a few more questions from the two men and vague answers from Damien, they finally drop the topic, moving to talk about more political matters. It is only of recent that I realized that Damien was the leader of his clan. The Heiten clan. I overheard his conversation with someone one night and heard the name Heiten.

Deciding that it is best if I return to my room, I turn on my feet to head back into my room, shutting the door silently behind me.

Ever since I came to this house and-- according to Damien's revelation-- realized that I wasn't a normal being, I have not really sat down to think about it. I realized that it was better to not think about it at all than to go into the horror frenzy of asking myself pointless questions like "who am I?" Or rather "what am I?" -- like Damien put it. I never saw any traits in me that suggested that I was different from others, of course other than the fact that I had a dysfunctional family and an abusive father.

I am unable to carry on with my thoughts because suddenly and without warning, my door is pushed open gently and Damien walks in. For some reason, the moment my eyes land on him, my chest is filled with warmth and the moment his land on me, they soften. I guess the feeling I have is mutual.

I have missed him, not like we are close enough to be missing each other but I hated the fact that I did not see him often.

"You're up" He states the obvious.

"Yea. Woke up a few minutes ago" I stand from the bed

"Is everything okay?"

"Nothing you need to worry about. I have some visitors right now, just thought I should let you know" He speaks so lowly, solemnly, it only adds to the ache in my chest.

"Who are they?" I dare to ask.

"Member of my clan. More like my subordinates" he explains and I nod, not going further with the questioning.

He turns to leave but I speak up.

"Damien" I call him and he finds my gaze, looking at me like I am a trophy. He has never looked at me like that before, he only ever looked at me like something not worth his attention. It made me feel like he was annoyed with me but today....the way he is looking at me is different, it gives me butterflies. "When you're done with your visitors....can we talk?"

"Yea, sure. Well my visitors are currently outside right now so you could come have breakfast if you'd like" His gaze linger on me for longer than needed, then he backs away and shuts the door. My nerves are making it hard to breathe especially with the curtains shut.

I walk over to the large curtain covering the glass window, pulling it open so the light can shine into the room. I suck in a breath I did not even know I was holding. My eyes scan the large clearing on the other side of the window and the view alone manages to bring down my nerves by half a notch. If there is anything I have learned within these four days that I have spent in the woods, it is that green leaves and grasses could also help with anxiety, not necessarily for everyone but definitely for me.

Suddenly, a tall man in black leather outfit-- both pants and jacket-- walks into my view. He does not seem to notice that I am looking at him just yet. He pulls out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter from his pockets, picking a stick and placing the pack back in his pockets. I continue to stare at him, unable to stop myself. I am entranced by him because he looks quite good looking.

He flicks on his lighter and brings it to the base of the stick between his lips but as he is about to light it, he pauses all movement and raises his head.

To my utmost horror, his eyes suddenly meet mine in a way that screams uncanny. It is like he did not need to look around to find out who was looking at him.

He just knew.

A gasp escapes my lips as my hands fly to the curtains and I snap them shut, leaving the room dark again. Is that a member of Damien's clan? I wonder if it is a good or bad thing now that he has seen me.

"f*****g t**t, what were you thinking?!" I scold myself. I really should have just shut the curtains the moment he came into my view. Rather than sitting there and moping about it, I decide that it is best if I fill my stomach with something considering it is already a little after nine.

I sit at the kitchen counter, munching on the pancakes I just finished making and sipping on my glass of milk. The house has been quiet for a few minutes now so I'm assuming the clan members are gone. I walk over to the fridge to pull out an extra can of milk since I have exhausted the first one. Yes, I drink a lot of milk.

Hummimg to myself, I pull out the small keg of milk from the fidge and shut it. As I turn back to the counter, my neck is grabbed tightly and I am suddenly shoved to the wall by strong hand. A strangled scream leaves my lips as I see who the hand belongs to.

It is him.

The guy I made the weird eye contact with.

I know it is him through his leather jacket but his face is different. It is horrifying. His eyes are now all black with no trace of white in them and they are covered in even darker circles. His skin is so pale, it is beginning to break and his teeth.....his fangs are flared and suddenly, it feels like I am about to be swallowed by a shark.

His nails on my neck are so sharp that they are tearing my skin and I don't need to look to know I am bleeding. I can feel it running down my chest.

I heave out impossible breaths as his hands on my neck restricts my airflow. I writhe uncontrollably against the wall, grabbing his hand and trying to pull it off my neck but I fail miserably.

My movements begin to slow down and my vision begins to blur, I can literally see death calling onto me but before I could respond, the man holding me to the wall is suddenly shoved away from me, another figure coming into my view. I can only spend a few seconds looking at my savior who catches me in his arms before everything goes black but I manage to see him.

Damien.