𝑰𝒎𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒍 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒚 𝒕𝒘𝒐

I take the gold book from the shelf and waddle back to the bed, the book is detailed old but is in mint condition I turn the hard cover over and skim the pages till I stop on a page with a black and white picture, in the picture is a woman standing proudly with her family she has what may be blonde curly hair with a finely detailed black dress, the man next to her stands confident and fierce with his arm linked into his wife’s he has a black detailed suit as well with deep red eyes and a stern expression across his face but one of the older little boys and the younger boy standing below them looks oddly familiar, this must be Sebastian and Prince, Sebastian must be the older one, his fathers hands are rested upon his shoulders where as Prince is awkwardly standing away from his mother and father, which explains a lot.

I study the picture for hours making sure I haven’t missed any details “What’s that?!” Prince says as he starts to approach the bed “A book I found, I think this might be you and your family” he grabs the book from my hands and shuts it immediately before placing it back in the shelf “You shouldn’t be reading that” he snaps “Sorry I was just bored” he walks back over to me “Don’t ever touch these books” he barks “I don’t see how it’s a big deal I only- ” he cuts me off  “Didn’t you hear me I said don't ever touch these”. We sit awkwardly in silence, to the table, to the bed still not talking to each other I am not sure if he is embarrassed or ashamed or maybe even mad at me, I mean who wouldn’t be? I touched something he values without permission, and there it is again, me messing up.

I study Princes body as he leans over pulling a record out of the shelf, from the broadness of his shoulders to the muscles in his arms, he must of felt like the odd one out in his family for him to look unconnected with his parents in that photograph I feel for him a lot, I cannot waste time ignoring him life is to short for a human like me. I climb out from under the silk sheets and approach Prince slowly as he pours blood into his mouth licking his lips afterwards “Is that only blood?” I ask from over his shoulder “Its got vodka in it” he mumbles “What does blood taste like?” I ask curiously as he turns around and looks me in the eye “Blood is like milkshake to the vampires, tasty and thick” I shiver at the thought “Here come have a taste he takes the glass from the table and hands it to me “No thanks” I whisper trying not to hurt is feelings “Open your mouth” he says with his voice raised.