Saturday, 9:56 p.m.
The pain came fast. And I was thirsty. Luckily, Adriana and Kelly had gone out to study. I chose not to go along. I couldn't move. I had to call Wren. I had no choice. I managed to dial the number he gave me.
"Hello?" he answered, his deep sexy voice coming through the phone.
"It's me, Sofie... I need your help."
He understood immediately an hung up saying he'd be on his way. I walked to the couch, a burning sensation spreading through my throat to the rest of the body. A few minutes later, I heard a knock on the window. I almost peed my pants, but I opened it. He jumped in, dressed casually in a sexy V-neck and jeans. His hair was messy, drying from a shower. And his eyes were sparkly.
"Ok," he said, "how much does it hurt?"
"Well," I said, "my throat is killing me."
"Ok," he said, handing me a bottle of red liquid.
I opened it without hesitation and drank. My throat cooled down and I wanted more. It felt so good.
"That's blood," he said, "type O is the best for new vampires."
He laughed. I had expected this, but I never thought I would enjoy it this much. Well, I didn't know what to expect. He sat next to me, placing his cold, but smooth, hand on my burning neck. I felt his icy, minty breath on my side.
"Ok," he whispered, "all you need to do is get some ice."
"This all your fault," I groaned, getting off the couch.
He chuckled, following me into the kitchen.
"But you kissed me," he said, reaching into the freezer for an ice tray.
I rolled my eyes.
"I didn't think it would be that..."
"Sexy?" he grinned, rubbing nice and cold ice on my burning neck.
My throat was parched and my tongue felt like baked clay.
"Gimme more blood," I begged, reluctantly.
He smiled, going back to the couch for the bag of blood.
"You're gonna have to leave for a few days," he said, "I'll come with you."
"What about school?" I asked.
I wasn't worried about going somewhere with him... alone. I, of course, was worried about school. I was such a loser.
"You can take a couple days off," he said.
I rolled my eyes.
"Well," I said, "help me pack. And what do I say to my roomates, dorm supervisor, etc, etc?"
He opened my closet.
"I'll handle that," he winked.
"Damn, you ask a lot of questions."
"Well, shit, I'm awful sorry. But, I'm not used to doing this kind of goddamn thing!" I shouted.
He walked towards me, rubbing my bare arms.
"You need to calm down," he whispered, the corners of his lips curving upwards.
I took a deep, angry breath.
"You're cute when you're angry," he said, once I opened my eyes.
"Then I must be fucking adorable right now," I said, through my teeth.
He rolled his eyes, grabbing a small bag in my closet. I placed my black and white bras and panties in the bag, slapping his hand when he tried to touch them.
"You're such a perv," I said.
"Oh, am I?"
He pinched my ass.
"Ow," I squealed.
I grinned, slapping his arm. He helped me pack the rest of my clothes. I left a note saying that I would be out of town for a few days. We snuck out of the window, into the darkness of the night.