ML fanfic - Don't stand close to me
I spent the night almost without sleep, and had to get up earlier than usual.
Pajama party in girls company, arranged in my room, had consequences: drowsiness, headache, and a sore neck.
I went to the library with a little delay and was immediately sent to a complete knockout by Vladimir.
“Your brilliant change of image will not save you from work today,”
He said, disappointed at the mustache I had on my upper lip.
“Everything you need is on that table. You can proceed.”
He slammed the door behind my back, and left. I sighed while grabbing the cleaning materials. Dusting these old books would've probably take me the whole day to finish. They were many, and in many different languages. Some even in braille, for Raphael who spent a lot of his time reading despite his blindness. He was also the kindest to me, while Vladimir was very authoritative and very scary when angered. “Remind yourself to not lie.” I whispered.
Ethan terrified me, at first, but as I was his Chalice, it started to slowly change.
Sometimes he would hang around pretty women with his friend, Beliath, and that bothered me. I hated Beliath and his Don Jovan attitude. I wanted to spend more time with Ethan, who, despite his aversion to humans, didn't hate my presence.
As the oldest, Aaron was kind to me too, but I barely saw or had a talk with him. The one who spent all of his time inside and locked up was Ivan, the youngest vampire of this imposing manor, aggressive and often unable to control his bloodthirst. I shouldn't continue to blame and hate him for that accident, as he was turned only recently and the others were trying to help him get used to this new condition. The thought of that almost made me fall from the ladder I was on. Cursing Vladimir for giving this kind of punishment. Not that I didn't like cleaning and ordering books, but I'd rather not do the higher up shelves by myself.
"In case you forgot I'm still human, you jerk."
I said, pissed. If Ethan heard me, he would laugh. He was probably still sleeping on my bed. Sunlight was harmful to vampires, even if they lived inside a manor. I gave a quick look at the clock on the wall. It had gotten midday, and I was starving. I threw the cleaning cloth on the floor, and got out of the manor. The place I wanted to eat was my favorite, and it wasn't even far so it didn't take me long to arrive. I knew the town streets perfectly.
The barista girl was my friend from the orphanage. She smiled and offered me a seat, while I waited for her to bring me a cup of cappuccino and two sandwiches. After, I would ask for a piece of cheesecake and some pudding, or fruit salad. I was definitely going for a fill, and stay at the cafe for as much time I wanted to.
Who the fuck cared if the mighty Vladimir didn't see me at my workplace? He thinks he has more rights in that house manor, left to me by my deceased parents?
Hungry and angry, I took a bite from my sandwich.
Noemie’s voice woke me from those damn thoughts. She stood in front of me, with another smile.
“Is everything ok?” she asked, while putting away the empty plate.
“The mustache looks cute.” Noemie said, as she sat on the chair in front of me.
“Don't ask about it.” I told her, and took another sip of cappuccino.
Sooner or later, I'll get my revenge on you, Beliath.
“What are you smirking at?” Noemie asked.
She stood up shortly afterwards, as her boss called her angrily and saved me from answering. I finished my cappuccino and stood up too, paid for my order and decided to take a short walk around the shops. I wanted to buy a new pair of leather gloves for Ethan. Not a book or a watch, he would probably hate those.
I stopped by a men's store that had a discount. My attention fell on a pair of goatskin leather gloves, with a zip on the side. I smiled, picked up the gloves and made my way to the cash desk.
“Please, pack them in a gift box.” I said.
The man stared at my face for a few seconds, not listening to my request and that bothered me.
“Excuse me, but can you...” Snap out of it!
“I'll take those and leave, if you don't want to take my money!”
Had to say this to snap him out of his daydream.
The weird guy packed my gift as I paid, and I noticed the manager staring at him, but I ignored it, taking my gift and leaving.
In the afternoon, the streets got more crowded and noisy. I walked across the river, trying to clear my thoughts. I sat on the bench, but got up after ten minutes, as seeing a kissing couple made me feel jealous. I wanted to fall in love and go on dates too, not a walk on the wild side.
A flashback of that night ran through my mind, reliving that scary moment in a single heartbeat. How I almost died, and how my life became my worst nightmare. It would have been better to die, was what I thought back then. I was nothing but a blood bag, living my days in a manor house ruled by six peculiar vampires. Saved from death by one of them and making me his chalice, or forbidding me from being free from that bond. Not that it was impossible to break it, there was a way and I just didn't like the first two options.
Options, yes... I thought.
I had two options: get what was mine from a solicitor, and kick those bastards out, or make them treat me as the rightful leader of that damn manor and had them pay their rent.
“Superior beings my ass,” I shouted, while a stranger laughed. “You've been messing with the wrong person.”
Fired up, I took a deep breath and resumed my walking. I still had some time left to sightsee since the weather was nice, but I changed my mind and decided to go back.
I pushed the door open and got inside the manor. Laid my stuff on the table and drank a glass of water. I returned to the library, but done with cleaning. Instead, I choose a book and went to the salon. I leaned on the couch, and started reading. The content was enjoyable, but still I yawned and slowly, I fell asleep.
I blinked my eyes open. There was a hand playing with my hair and another one holding the book between my legs. He let go of that long strand of black hair and I felt his soft fingers touching my cheek. His black leather gloves were thrown on the wooden table.
“Ethan,” I whispered. My eyes met his, he was kneeling on the carpet.
“You're cute when you sleep.” he said, smiling.
I sat myself up, removing that strand of hair from my face. He stood up on his feet.
“Why are you here?” I asked.
“Because I'm hungry.” Ethan replied.
“You didn't go with Beliath?” I asked again, while stretching my arm to him, but he pushed it away.
“I don't want your blood.” he said, annoyed.
That puzzled me. Ethan managed his bloodthirst perfectly, but he would drink my blood every time after waking up. I stood up from the couch. Maybe he was feeling unwell, after last night.
“I'll go get some water from the kitchen.”
I left him there for a few minutes, and returned hiding the gift behind my back.
“It's for you.” I said, my heart beating fast.
He raised his head and his eyebrow. I loved it when he did that.
“What's this?” he asked, while taking the small package from my hand and unwrapping it.
I was a little scared he might reject it, but he didn't. He was surprised and happy.
Guess he liked it. I thought, while watching him.
Just that smile was very alluring. He didn't try the new gloves on, but he got up and took me in his arms. “Don't stand so close to me,” he said, as he went into his room in the blink of an eye.
Not able to hold back his rising feelings, Ethan put me on the bed and leaned over. His body on me. He delicately brushed off my hair to the side of the face, and stroked my cheek. As he looked into my eyes, I closed them and did not move away, as if knowing what would come next. He kissed my neck, and ran his finger down the center of my chest. I shivered from his touch.
