Vampires Can't Fall In Love (9)

"Huh?" Jules says dumbfounded as he turns to see who it is. "It’s you!"

"Yeah, the last time I checked, it is me," says Vamp.

Sigh. Yes, thank you. Somehow I knew he would come. And just when I thought all hope was lost. Okay, I wasn’t really hopeless, but it does surprise me that he came for me. That and he knew where to find me. I don’t quite understand the abilities of a vampire. They can do more than I know.

"Vamp! You’re here! They kidnapped me!" I yell relieved.

"Well, it doesn’t take a genius to figure that out," he says. "I thought you came here and tied yourself up." He smirks.

"You’re not any different, I see."

"You expect too much."

"Cut the crap. You aren’t taking her," Kross butts into our squabbling and repartee.

"Oh really," Vamp says audaciously and smirks arrogantly.

He looked so hot the way he said it. Like he was in control and unstoppable. He said it with such arrogance and egocentricity it was breathtaking. Wait…Why am I even thinking about him like this? He’s too egotistical to ever notice me in that way.

"Look, we just had to ask her a few questions," Jules says calmly though he looked a bit agitated, or maybe something else. It sort of looked like there was fear settling in his eyes. Was Jules afraid of him?

"As I do," Vamp answers. "Now, you can either hand her over to me nicely or I’ll do it myself."

"We can’t do that," speaks Kross now.

He didn’t look the least bit afraid of him as Jules had. He had more regret and anger, or a type of strong pain building up inside and fuming out his eyes. It looked as if Kross was holding back a rage that was soon to break and let loose a beast. Has Vamp done something to Kross?

"Kross! This isn’t the time! We can’t beat him. I know you hate him, but maybe another time. Not now," Jules yells.

Hate. Kross does hold a great deal of hate for Vamp. Jules obediently started untying me. Kross glanced at Jules as he untied me and clenched his hands in two tight fists. Why was he so angry and Jules so calm? As soon as Jules got the ropes loose, I pulled my arms free. He literally threw me at Vamp. Vamp smirked at his compliance as he caught me then teleported us back to his place.

I’m pretty sure what Vamp did was teleport. We were back at his place in a second literally. Most vampires are so fast that it makes it seem like they teleport or materialize wherever, but it still takes a while to get to places. It should have at least taken a minute to get here, but with Vamp…That’s a totally different story. It really does seem like he teleports. Maybe the older you are the more your powers grow…Or something like that anyways. Something I would know absolutely nothing about.

"Uh…Nice going," I said.

"Yeah. Try to stay out of trouble, okay?" Vamp said.

"It’s not like you care."

"Until I find him, yeah, I care."

"How am I supposed to help? Even if you knew where he attacked me, it wouldn’t tell you where he is."

"He attacked you, but left you alive. And he didn’t attack you for blood either. There’s something else…" He meanders off into thought contemplating for a few seconds. "He wants something from you. He’ll probably come for you again, and when he does I want to be there."

"What connection do you have with him?"

"Did he say anything to you that night?"

Like always he ignores my questions.

"It was hard to comprehend. I think he said ‘protect yourself, be cautious. People are after you. I will come for you later.’ He attacked me because I wouldn’t listen to him. After what he told me he just vanished into the darkness of the alley. I lost sight of him."

"What could he want from you? What does he know that I don’t? Maybe it has something to do with your powers, your dreams."

"Now you know how I feel having so many questions-"

"And no answers," he says cutting me off. "Yeah, cut the crap. I don’t care. Complaining about it won’t bring any answers here."

There he goes finishing my sentences. Maybe It’s destiny.

"You keep telling yourself that, but there is no chance in hell that we are meant to be together."

"Hey! Who invited you inside my thoughts?!"

"I don’t need an invitation."

"Yeah," I let it go. Bickering about it won’t help at all. He’ll still continue to rudely invite himself into my own private thoughts. "Hey, do you know who Illyria is?"

"Why?"

"Just asking."

"She was the goddess of this planet, this world. She is the creator. She had all the-"

"Powers ever known?"

"Yes. And now you are finishing my sentences…" A shot of pain winced through his eyes as he thought about the past, but then it was gone. "She was murdered sixteen years ago," he continued.

"Sixteen years ago? That’s when I was born. Who killed her? Why?"