chapter 5
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Chapter 5
The interior of the building was just as stunning as the exterior.
The ceilings were high and painted white.
Stained glassed windows littered the maroon wallpapered halls, and chandeliers hung from the ceiling, casting a yellow glow upon everything it could.
We entered what I assumed to be a living room because rose and chocolate colored furniture littered the area and there was a gigantic flat screen against one of the walls.
The walls in this room seemed to be made out of old oak. I was actually a little impressed.
Everything was decorated and styled extravagantly.
Xander and Peter didn't allow me to look in each room good enough for me to really be able to take in the full impressiveness, but I could just imagine what they held.
Xander tugged me through hall after endless hall, keeping a wary eye open. Peter did the same, glancing over his back every few moments. It was hard to keep up with their fast pace, and I found myself almost out of breath.
We soon came to a large, oak door that had gold engravings on it. I stared at it in shock.
Gold engravings on a door?
Where was I again?
Xander knocked on the door three times consecutively, before stepping away. Not even five seconds later the door opened, revealing a man that bore a conspicuous resemblance to Xander, shaggy brown hair and all, but instead of having sapphire eyes, this man had emerald eyes.
Despite their color difference, this man's eyes still held the intensity of Xander's.
They widened slightly when they landed on me.
"Xander, what is this?" the emerald-eyed man asked, turning his shocked gaze onto Xander.
"Can we come in, Arnaldo?" Xander asked, ignoring his doppelganger's question.
"It's important.
After a moment's hesitation, Arnaldo nodded, stepping out of the way, and letting Xander drag me in. Peter followed after and I heard him murmur a polite greeting to Arnaldo.
Xander shoved me towards a large black bed in the center of the room, and I fell onto it in surprise.
I quickly righted myself and glared at him, my head spinning yet again.
"Is she a human?" Arnaldo asked, staring at me curiously.
"Yes, I am," I snapped, irritated that he was talking about me like I wasn't there.
I really hated when people did that.
"I can't erase her memory," Xander told Arnaldo, a scowl on his face.
"I tried twice. Peter tried. She still has her memory."
"You drank from her?"
Xander nodded.
"She interrupted my first meal."
"Hmm..." Arnaldo came over to me, kneeling down to my height.
Immediately, I scooted myself backwards on the bed, wanting to put as much distance between him and myself as possible.
He raised an eyebrow in amusement at my actions.
When I was a considerable distance away I stopped and watched him warily.
"She is terrified," Xander commented with a small smile.
"How cute."
Cute?
How was being terrified cute?
Was this guy some kind of weirdo?
If he were it would be a shame since he was so handsome...
My eyes widened as I realized what I just thought.
Handsome?
What was I doing?
Checking out the enemy?
I narrowed my eyes at Arnaldo.
It was his fault for sharing the same looks as Xander.
Even that perfect jaw structure...
"Out of pure curiosity, why did you bring her back to the mansion?"
"I didn't know what else to do," Xander admitted in an irritated voice.
"This is the first time something like this has ever happened. Then she passed out before I could figure out what to do back at the school."
"That isn't my fault," I insisted, glaring at the vampire before me.
"You know, learning vampires are real and having one drink your blood in one night is a lot to take in. Not to mention I'm anemic! I could have died!"
"You're anemic?"
I turned to Arnaldo, who had an amused look on his face.
"Yeah, so?"
"How ironic. A vampire k********g an anemic human," he mused with a small laugh.
"Great choice, Xander."
"That's what I said," Peter added, grinning.
"Just try to erase her memory," Xander snapped.
"As you wish, brother."
As xander said those words, something clicked in my head.
Brothers!
That explained it.
How did I not realize that before?
It was so obvious!
Well, I thought dryly, the fact that I wanted to completely deny that vampires existed, let alone had families, might be one of the leading factors...
Suddenly Arnaldo was on the bed with me, kneeling about a foot away.
His face was only inches away from mine.
Immediately I moved backwards again, letting out a gasp of surprise as I pitched backwards off the bed.
Before my head could make contact with the floor, I felt someone catch me, and proceed to rectify me.
Now on my feet, off the bed, I glanced behind me and saw Peter smirking.
"You almost had a nasty crash there, love."
"Don't call me that!"
"Why not... love ?"
"Because," I started, frowning at him.
"You sound like one of those cheesy British people that someone would read about in a book."
Peter grinned.
"But I am British."
For a moment, I was caught off guard.
"Huh?"
Peter laughed at my expression.
"Just because I don't have a heavy accent doesn't mean I'm not British," he told me.
"I have been here so long, I have lost it. And 'love' is a friendly form of address and is used a lot, actually."
Now that I was listening more closely for his accent, I could catch a British accent hinting at each word.
"Oh," I finally said lamely.
"You two can chat later, but for now, we have to see if we can erase this i***t's memory," Xander growled, narrowing his eyes at peter.
"If her memory is erased, we won't be able to chat later, Xander," Peter responded, rolling his eyes.
"Yeah, Xander" I teased just to annoy him.
Xander glared at me, and if looks could kill, I would be dead ten times over.
I inhaled sharply, frightened by his intimidating gaze.
Without warning, Arnaldo was in front of me, cutting off my eye contact with Xander.
I jumped violently in shock, taking a step away from him.
When Arnaldo raised his hand, I flinched, bringing my hands to my face.
"Xander, what did you do to her?" Arnaldo inquired, watching me curiously.
"What do you mean? I didn't do anything."
"Then why is she so terrified?"
"How should I know?" Xander said with a scowl.
"Just try to erase her mind, damn it."
"Even more so considering your status."
"I realize this."
"Peter" Arnaldo said, addressing the blonde vampire.
"News about her must not be spread outside of the family and those who live here, understood?"
Peter bowed deeply.
"Understood."
"I think you mean she stays a secret between the three of us," Xander interjected, narrowing his eyes at his brother.
Tbc
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