Wicked Rose

I grabbed for the metal bat and stood up quickly. I waited, eyes burning into the door as my heart raced. The knock came again, I moved closer to the door and called out,

"Who's there?" My heart and breath stopped as I waited for an answer, my fingers tightened their grip on the bat.

"Ville, look I know who you are and I know you remember me. I have to talk to you." I narrowed my eyes. The voice was familiar, beautiful and calming. Or was this a trick? Or a dream? I came closer to the door and peered through the peephole. There stood the heart-breakingly good-looking man that had saved my life and bit me afterward…or was that a wet dream? His green eyes looked back at me, a smirk on his face as if he could see me looking out at him.

"How do I know I can trust you?" I asked, He laughed softly, a strange hiccupping sound. I remembered that nerdy laugh too. It just made him cuter though.

"I did bite you, Alice, you didn't dream that. You had the scar for weeks, you hid it with scarf's so you wouldn't have to think about it but deep down you know what was real that night." What the fuck? I started to think I wasn't so crazy after all. I opened the door and he came in, he was well dressed in a black blazer, his long seemed longer than I remembered, but just as curly, tied mostly back in a pony tail, but quiet a few hairs escaped. He was even better looking than I remembered too, god his eyes were so intense.

"Can I ask what the hell are you and why have you found me?" He smirked again, his neon eyes tinkled with mischief. He sat on the bed, again his movements I noted as graceful and dance-like.

"How old do you think I am?" I frowned at him, I stayed standing, I didn't want to get too close to him just yet.

"You can't be older than 30," He cocked his head to the side, leaning back on his arms. His white dress shirt was unbuttoned half way, as his coat opened his pale chest was relived. I tried not to think about sex, but for some reason, I suddenly felt overwhelmingly aroused.

"I'm 76 this fall," He said this without blinking. As if it were really true and I would believe him. For the oddest reason, I did, at first, than I realized that was crazy.

"Yeah, okay…sure, so do tell, what's your anti-aging secret?" I said in pure sarcasm. He laughed again, harder this time.

"I like you, so I'll tell you, I do not age because I am not alive." He said this as if it explained everything and made perfect sense. I crossed my arms and an unwilling smile broke on my face.

"Oh okay, but if you're dead, than how can you talk to me?" I was smug, he shook his head.

"I'm not dead." I laughed, I couldn't help it, I almost liked him even though he was a loony.

"Oh, excuse me, but I was always taught that if you weren't alive that you were dead! I'm sorry that I was so judgmental. Pray tell, what state of being are you if you are not dead or alive?" At that moment a wickedss over took his sweet features. Ville's full lips pealed back and he flashed me a fanged smirk. I blinked twice, thinking that the razor sharp fangs would disappear, but they didn't. Something deep inside of me, old and knowing screamed at me to run and never look back. But every other part of me was drawn to him.

"I'm undead dear, a vampire." I paused, I felt like ice was being poured over my head. "I'm serious," I cleared my throat, trying to respond, to even think.

"It was real?" I whispered. I wasn't that crazy after all? He nodded his head.

"Yes, now that's out of the way, the man who attacked you, Alexi, he, he wasn't a vampire. He was a serial killer that I had been stalking for months. He must have caught on to me and started to stalk me back. Earlier that night I had seen you and I admit I was curious about you, he must have seen you check in and me watch you. He set it in his mind to kill you to get back at me. I saved you and let him go because I wasn't sure if I would ever get another chance to talk to you again. But he figured out what I was and he found a vampire that turned him. He has been killing none stop ever since he is working his way back to you." I didn't want to think about this being true, but I was pretty good at telling a lie from fact. He at lest believed this himself, strongly and maybe there was some true to it. I did see Alexi at the bar…

"Okay, say I believe you, why are you telling me this and why exactly were you fallowing me?"

"They both have the same answer. I like you, your not only beautiful but your strong as well. I want to help you, but I can only do so much. I live all the way across town from you and I can't go at in the sunlight so I could only spend a few hours with you at night. I am sure he is staying very near to you, he is stalking you like he does all his victims. I also need at lest a half a pint of blood every night and I would have no time to hunt if I was protecting you. It's fault that he is after you so I will do anything I can, but without your help, I won't be able to be with you all night and he will get you sooner or later and I don't wish to scare you but he will kill you slowly." I hated how as every moment went out and the more I heard the more I believed and the more afraid I became. He was a vampire, or at lest thought he was and he looked terrified for me.

"So, you're saying that you need my help with something, and in turn, you'll protect me?"

"Yes, and I will kill him when he finally comes for you. All I need is a written agreement that I can stay with you in your home of your own free will and if, necessary, I may feed from you." He said the last part in a hushed tone. I couldn't believe I was buying this twilight zone shit.