I Love You, I'll Kill You

You know how it feels to have a boulder smashed on your head? Well, if do, than you know how much a head can hurt. The morning after drinking an entire bottle of expensive champagne; the feeling is no different, trust me.

As the sun's light filled the large bedroom, I wanted nothing more than to be able to shoot it and make it turn off like a light. My senses were sensitive to anything and everything. I groaned, pulling the pillow over my head to hide my face away from the world. I knew that I did not look good this morning, especially since my head felt like it was cracking in half. Trying to hide away from the sun was really not helping. Even the nice comfy bed wasn't helping, sad as it may be. I pulled the pillow off my face, giving up fighting against the sun. When I opened my eyes, they blinked in confusion when the room was suddenly darker.

I slapped my forehead as it took me moments to realize that it wasn't the sun, but the ceiling lights that were showering me with their brightness. I groaned again and rolled over, only to feel that I was not alone in the nice and comfy bed. Blinking multiple times before realizing it was a body, I let out a scream of surprise. I quickly sat upright in the bed with a panicky face, but immediately regretted doing it quickly. The blood that had rushed to my head was rushing out, making me dizzy and my hangover even worse.

Clutching my head in pain, my eyes wondered to my attire. Another scream escaped my mouth. I had been changed into different clothes. With nervous eyes, I looked over to the body lying next to me in the bed. Many thoughts were running through my mind, but one particular was bothering me most.

"What did you do to me?!" I shouted out to the sleeping Desmond beside me. He didn’t seem to move much, but my scream was enough to wake him from his slumber. Irritated and with a headache, I reached behind me to grab my pillow. Lifting it high over my head, I brought it down to hit him on the head. I gasped in surprise when Desmond caught it before it could hit him. Without care of the fancy pillow, he threw it to the ground beside him while growling, daring me to do something like throwing a pillow again.

"Get up and tell me why we're sleeping in the same bed! And why have my clothes been change?!" My shouting really wasn't helping my head. Like a zombie, Desmond forced himself into a sitting position. I almost fell off the bed when his eyes flashed to me with a crimson red color. His eyes closed as soon as he watched my reaction.

With a sigh, he lifted his tired looking body out of the bed. I couldn’t help but blush. He was topless…and only had his boxers on. He stretched, reaching for the ceiling before tiredly walking toward the bathroom on the other side of the room. He closed the door behind him, disappearing from sight. I sat there, blinking in pain and in a slight reverie.

Staring down at my changed clothes, I had to admit that they were comfortable. It was just a simple light blue tank top and black pajama shorts. Clutching my head for a second time in pain, I gave up the fight and decided to lie back down onto the soft bed, but slower this time. After waiting for five minutes, Desmond walked out of the bathroom holding a cup of water in one hand, a painkiller in the other. I watched with tired eyes as he made his way to my side of the bed and waited for me to sit up so I could take the pill. I couldn’t help but lift my eyebrow.

"Is that really a painkiller, or are you trying to poison me?" Desmond didn’t seem amused by my joking and waited impatiently with a tired face for me to take the pill and cup of water. Not wanting to make him madder, I took the pill from his palm and the cup of water from his other hand.

"Thank you." I felt like I should be apologizing, but couldn't find myself saying the right words. He grunted a reply before turning and walking to the large couch ten feet from the bed, facing toward me as he laid himself down. Again, I repeated my questions.

"What did you do to me last night? And why am I in these clothes?" I tried to speak in a softer and more patient voice as I watched his eyebrows twitch in frustration while I prevented him from sleeping. Glancing across the room, I looked to the blinds that were pulled down, to prevent the sun from leaking into the room. It was finally the daytime.

"The answer to your first question is nothing. And as to why you are overreacting about me changing your clothes is beyond me. First off, you don't have much of an appealing body, so there wasn't much to look at. Second, even if you did have an appealing body, I am not the kind of guy to take advantage of a girl who is not sober." A little disappointed with his answers, I frowned. He was waving me off as if I were some plain girl. Well—I really was, but if I was here with him, I was obviously special—or so they said. I crossed my arms over my chest, trying to fight the urge to pout. I lost the battle very quickly.

"You know, you're not so attractive yourself." I was lying, and lying a lot. He was anything but—well, not attractive. My comment seemed to spark enough interest in him that he opened his eyes, sat up, and smirked at me with a twisted smile. I shivered, having a feeling I was going to pay for saying anything.

Within less than a blink of an eye, he appeared in front of me, scaring me with surprise, letting a little scream escape my lips. Not only had I screamed, but fallen off the bed and onto the carpet floor. Desmond chuckled with a closed mouth. He had done nothing to prevent me from falling out of the bed and seemed to be enjoying the fact that I now looked like I was having a seizure.

"You ass! Don't scare me like that!" I accused breathlessly. For the hundredth time in three days, I held a hand over my heart to make sure it was still beating. Only moments after my heart began to regain its normal pace did my horrible hangover return, possibly worse than when I had first woken up. Clutching my head with one hand, the other propping me up with my elbow, I let out another groan of pain. My eyes were shut tight in pain, the painkillers not doing their job quick enough for me not to complain.

Desmond's amused face seemed to fade, noticing the distressed look on my face. It had all started out to be a simple game of fright, but it turned out to be a game of making things worse than they were. Sighing, he climbed over the bed and bent down next to me. As though I were a piece of paper, he lifted me onto the bed and gently laid me back onto the sheets.

"You're weird," I stated, confused by his actions. One minute he was tired, the next he was in playful mood, and then—out of nowhere—he feels bad for scaring me.

'Boys...'That was my only thought as I shook my head slightly, not wanting to move from my position on the bed to make my headache even worse.

"I'm not the one falling out of beds." Touché. I tried to think of something to retort, but found my mind suddenly blank. It was full of too much pain at the moment. "By the way, you have nice morning hair. I'm sure it will be a new fad around here." How kind of him to comment my messy hair. Did he expect it to be perfect? Well, his always was, but I was a completely different being. I was not perfect. In fact, I thought myself to be far from it. I was just a normal/ "special" girl from England. My accent sounded more American than British, if anything, thanks to my father. My father was American, while my mother English. Figures that I didn't get the accent most guys would tumble over to hear.

Letting time slip by quickly, I closed my eyes, trying to ignore the headache. I failed to notice Desmond when he slipped out the bedroom door. My headache must have temporarily impaired my ability to hear.

After trying to find sleep for moments, I gave up trying. No sleep was better than forcing yourself to. I opened my eyes when I my stomach growled, and a wonderful smell filled the room. Opening my eyes, my head instantly turned to the open door. My lost look turned even more so when Desmond walked into the room with a large tray of food in his arms.

"It will make you feel better," he explained before I could ask anything. He set the tray of food on my lap while I sat up in the bed. Drooling over the food, I picked up the fork and stabbed it into the scrambled eggs without any hesitation. My eyes closed in satisfaction when I stuck it in my mouth, the taste wonderful beyond comparison. It had been a very long time since I had eaten such good food.

My parents were such busy people that we never got to eat nice cooked food like this one. My parents were both strong attorneys and were always working on a case. I was the only child who was there whenever she could find the time from school. Until now, I had never traveled; only worked. Well, this wasn't exactly my kind of wish for a vacation. Definitely something I did not have in mind when I came to visit my Uncle Jeff.

"This is so good," I noted while Desmond went back to his seat on the large couch. He plopped himself on it lazily, watching me as I ate my food with satisfied looks. The food was definitely some of the best I had ever tasted. But, maybe I was just imagining that it was great because it had been a while since I had eaten good food. He seemed pleased by my response to the food and a sly smirk crept onto his face.

"How did you know my favorite eggs were scrambled with seasoning?" I asked through my pause while I stuck my fork into a piece of bacon. His eyes were closed, looking relaxed. As before, he opened one eye to glance to me before closing it again. It was another one of those weird silences where I knew he was keeping his mouth shut because he knew he would only be digging himself a hole. He was smarter than I first gave him credit.

"A wild guess," he replied when he heard that I had stopped eating just to hear his answer. My eyes narrowed at him on the couch, not taking one bit of his crap for truth.

"You expect me to believe that?" I asked through clenched teeth. Like the normal Desmond, he shrugged his shoulders, as though gesturing he didn't care if I believed him or not. There was no way he knew my favorite eggs by some wild guess. There was something more to this. With a frown on my face, I stuffed the rest of the food into my mouth, my eyes never leaving Desmond's figure on the couch.

Before I know it, I had devoured all that there was on the tray. It was by that time that he got up from his spot on the couch and walked over to the large window. With a swift movement, he pulled on the blinds to reveal no sun, but a nice darkened evening. My frown fell even more. It was already nighttime? I had slept all day.

"What's the matter? You look a bit disappointed." Of course, when he said this he was smirking. I struggled not to act like a child when he took a seat next to me on the bed, his top still naked...and still in his boxers. It was hard for me not to shake in panic.

"You are sure nothing happened last night." That came out of nowhere. Was I asking because I was disappointed nothing happened? Possibly. One side of me was disappointed while the other was jumping with joy. I turned my head to him and felt heat rush to my cheeks. He was smirking at me with a twisted smile—one that was extremely attractive. I gulped loudly, trying not to let my mouth hang open. My heart began to beat quickly, and it felt like everything was moving in slow motion. Desmond was leaning toward me, inching closer to me with each second.

On instinct, my body did the same, but moving away from him instead. This went on until I felt myself lean so far away from him that my back was flat on the bed and he was hanging over me with a hand on each side of my head, his arms holding him up. I stared with wide eyes and a hot face as he looked down to me with gorgeous eyes, his face even more so. I was beginning to think I was dreaming all this. Even my body was trapped between his. My heart pounded in my head like a drum as we remained in this position for what seems like forever, staring at each other from a short distance, our bodies just barely touching.

This had to be a dream.

"Hey, Desmond!" a loud voice yelled, and the door slammed open. All time seemed to stop. This dream suddenly turned into somewhat of a nightmare. The familiar figure froze at the door, a look of shock written on his face. I was sure my face looked something like his. It was the worst moment to walk in. Desmond was just as frozen as me, his body trapping mine on top of the bed. For the first time, I saw pure shock on his face. He was just as surprised as I was. The fallen angel was still frozen in place, staring with shocked eyes.

"Sorry," he quickly apologized after snapping himself out of his alarm and slammed the door shut, leaving Desmond and me alone again. The loud shut of the door was enough to snap Desmond out of his stunned and frozen position. Within a blink of an eye, he disappeared out of sight, the door swinging slightly. I hadn't even noticed he had escaped out the door. Lost and dazed, I climbed out of the soft bed, every limb shaking. It was hard to stand. My legs were shaking and felt weak. It felt like I had just run a marathon. My hands grabbed onto the desk beside the bed for support, making sure I would not fall. I was still in shock that he had pulled a move like that one.

Running a nervous and shaking finger over my bottom lip, I attempted to snap myself out of the trance. His eyes had done something to me. The look in them was warm and wanting. For a moment, it seemed like he was staring into my very soul, gripping it and enveloping it in warmth. After all that had happened, it was as though he was trying to comfort me. And by his movements, it was almost like he was holding himself back from wanting to kiss me. Though, it was probably only wishful thinking. But, there was still something in his eyes that intrigued me. His eyes were calling out to me.

I bit my lower lip and felt pain shoot through it. It was strange how pain could smack you out of any daze. Luckily, the pain that now stung my lip kept me out of trance and allowed me to move normally. Walking over to one of the large dressers, I noticed a yellow piece of paper taped on one of the drawers. I took it from the drawer and read the parchment, carefully looking over the nice writing.


Grace,

there are some clothes for you in the dresser. Don't complain about the style of clothing.

-Desmond

I smirked at the note, trying to hide the fact that my heart was still beating fairly fast. Setting down the note, I opened the dresser and began to scrabble through all the clothes until I found something that looked like it wasn't formal, but casual. I smirked after finding a pair of jeans and shirt that looked comfy and put them on.





Amazingly, they both fit perfectly. Once again, Desmond knew exactly what I liked and needed. I especially liked all the novelty shirts he had gotten me. I had a feeling there would be some kind of payback in the end. I ran to the bathroom and did my "normal" daily routine and brushed my hair and teeth. I suddenly wished I had make-up while I stared at my reflection in the mirror. Most people got mad when I put on make-up. They said that I looked better without any. I usually ignored them and put on a little foundation, light eye shadow, Mascara, and eyeliner. Unfortunately, since Desmond was a guy male vampire, there was not a case of make-up in the bathroom. I shook my head and put my hair up in a ponytail.

Sighing, I walked out of the bathroom. I walked out of the room slowly, but pick up the pace when I heard three voices talking down on the first floor. I struggled to slow my heart down, trying to forget about what had happened earlier between Desmond and me as I walked down the stairs. The conversation stopped as soon as they heard me walking down the stairs. When I reached the first floor and turned the corner to go to the living room, I stopped at the entrance and gave a shy smile and little wave to Ivan, Dawn, and Desmond. I had seen Ivan and Desmond tense when I had entered the room, but Dawn didn't seem to notice. Both Ivan and Desmond must have not said anything.

"Hey. What are you two doing here?" I immediately felt like I was being rude. Ivan and Dawn were Desmond's good friends, from what I could tell from our last visit with them. Dawn blinked a few times, but slowly let a small smirk creep onto her face. Ivan and Desmond, on the other hand, were acting a little more apprehensive. They really weren't helping.

"Well, Ivan and I were both wondering if you two hadn't killed each other yet. To my surprise, you both look in perfect shape. Well—almost. Desmond told me you got a hold of champagne and went a little crazy," she ended with another smirk. I strived not to let my shy smile fade into a frown. This was a totally different Dawn from the other night.

"Yeah...I guess I got a little carried away," I said innocently.

Desmond snorted loudly. "A little? I've never seen someone get smashed in such a short period of time," he said while he sent me a plain look. I bit my tongue to not snap back at him. He was all of a sudden acting like an ass. I was biting my tongue so hard that I could taste blood in my mouth. I was afraid I was going to bite my tongue off from trying to keep my mouth shut. Ivan and Dawn seemed to notice the sudden aura of anger in the room. I was giving Desmond the evil and dark glare that I was good at. He returned the dark look, but I had a feeling he was better at it than I was. Dawn jumped up from her seat on the couch and appeared beside me, throwing an arm over my shoulder. Yeah, this was definitely a new side of Dawn.

"Come on—we're taking you out." She seemed entirely friendly this time.

"Out?" I didn't like the sound in her voice. Ivan followed her lead and hopped out of his seat on the couch and grabbed Desmond before he can escape. We were both dragged out the front door, against our will. Desmond didn't seem like he was fighting much. Ivan also knew how powerful Desmond could be, but I didn't. In the past couple of days, the people we met showed nothing but respect for Desmond. It was a bit scary to think that he was the third strongest creature in this world.

"Where are we going?" I asked quickly while Dawn pulled me with her. I had a feeling that if I tried to escape her, it would be futile. After all, she and Ivan were fallen angels. Another thing that struck me as curious was that she was acting much nicer toward me this time. The previous time we had met she practically bit my head off. She was very upset that I had arrived to her house with Desmond.

"Both you and Desmond look a little...tense. Ivan and I agree that it's a good time to go out and see the town. Plus, we need to get you a dress," she added almost silently.

I coughed beside her. I had heard every one of her words.

"Excuse me? Did you say get a dress? For what?" I was afraid I was stuttering. My heart had stopped from what she could mean by getting a dress. She looked at me with a lost look before glancing back to Desmond and Ivan who were only a few steps behind us out the door.

"Desmond, you haven't told her yet?" she asked in a surprised voice, almost accusing. Desmond did his normal thing and shrugged his shoulders with a plain look, his hands stuffed in his pockets.

"Tell me what?" I asked, about ready to kill someone to get some answers.

Her surprised look turned into a soft smile and said, "About the ball, of course."