Vampires Find Love In Winter For A Reason

Emilia’s POV



As hard as I tried, which evidently wasn’t that much, I couldn’t fall asleep. Truth was, I didn’t want to fall asleep, because I feared if I did, I’d wake up with Cale hovering over me. My heart ached just thinking of him, picturing him. His silky black hair, icy blue eyes, the way he smiled, his lip rings decorating his mouth. His fangs…his fangs were his chains. Without his fangs, I would forget that he was a monster and it would be easier to fall back in love with him. But everytime I thought of him, I thought of him smiling, and everytime I thought of him smiling, I thought of his fangs. His fangs reminded me that he was a vampire, which reminded me of all of the girls he lured here, to his haven. They all fell in love with him, like me, most of them probably slept with him, unfortunately, like me as well. However, unlike them, I hadn’t been tortured or murdered. Thankfully, thanks to Wade. He cared for me, enough to stand up to Cale for once. Before, he had let Cale get away with torturing and killing all of those girls, but this time, he stepped in and saved me.

I didn’t care what Vincent said. I didn’t care that I would probably get smacked in the face. I had been unfair to Wade. He had helped me so much, and I was just starting to notice how much I cared for him. I stood up and ran to his room, smiling. I turned out of my room and ran right into someone.

“Oof!” I was about to fall backwards when someone’s arms wrapped around my back.

I opened one eye to see who it was, only to be greeted by Cale.

I closed my eye again. “Can you please let me go?” I asked.

“Are you going to fall backwards?”

“No”

His arms released me and I opened my eyes to look at him; he had a blank expression on his face. I figured he had nothing to say to me, and walked around him to Wade’s room. I felt a hand grab my wrist, so I turned around and slapped whoever it was across the face. Oops.

“Oh my gosh, Wade, are you all right? I’m so, so sorry!”

He just chuckled and rubbed his cheek. I looked behind him to see Cale frowning.

“I was just coming to look for you” I said

“Against Vincent’s orders? Wow, you must really want to talk to me”

“Not really. I just..I wanted to be with you.”

This time, it was Wade who blushed. Cale turned around and walked back to his room.

Wade saw my expression and turned around to see Cale shut his door. He turned back to me and furrowed his brow a bit.

“You…you still like him, don’t you?”

I nodded.

“Do you want me to leave you alone?”

“NO!” I shouted. I embraced him, and he hesitated, but then rested his hands on my back.

“Emilia…”

“Yes?” I asked, my voice muffled from his chest.

“Do..do you still love Jack?”

“What?” I pulled back and looked at him, “No. I mean, I did love him, but I deserve better than him.”

“You think Cale is better than him? Is he worse than a murderer?”

I smacked Wade across the face, then covered my mouth.

“I’m sorry. It was an impulse, I just..” I sighed, “Please don’t hurt me”

“Why would I hurt you?”

I bit my lip, “Well, that night..and that girl…..Vincent…”

“Emilia, that girl was a bitch. She deserved to get bitten…or munched.”

I looked down.

“Hey.” He pulled my chin up to look at him, “I would never, ever hurt you.”

I smiled. For a brief moment, I was happy. Wade saw me smile, and smiled back. But then, he frowned and let go of my face.

“I’m sorry. I, uh. I have to go.”

“No! I mean, please don’t go. I want to hang out with you. I’m lonely…and bored.” I groaned.

He just chuckled. “You hungry?”

I wasn’t hungry, but I wanted to be with him.

“Yeah.”

He started to walk towards the stairs and I jogged to catch up with him, then grabbed him and entwined my fingers in his. He squeezed my hand a bit, then released my grip. I frowned and tried to link arms with him, yet again, I was rejected.

I thought he liked me. Isn’t that what he meant my ‘keep us a secret’? Or was he just trying to take me from Cale, just to make Cale miserable?

Suddenly, I didn’t want to be with Wade anymore, and I really didn’t feel like eating. I continued walking while thinking, as if I was in a trance, then stopped in the kitchen next to Wade.

“Okay, what would you like, we’ve got…..canned peas, and….canned beans, and…more canned beans.” He asked, digging through counters. He turned around to look at me, only to find my gaze on the floor.

“Emilia? Are you all right?” He rested his hand on my shoulder and I pulled back.

“Emilia? What’s wrong?” he asked again, moving closer. I didn’t move this time, just continued to look at the floor. I was upset; Wade had used me for revenge against Cale, most likely. And here I thought he liked me, psh, he didn’t even like me on a physical level, that’s really something for a guy.

“Emilia. I can’t see your beautiful face when you are looking down like that.” He cooed in his liquid silky voice. In what felt like half a second, he picked me up and sat me on a counter. He put his hand under my chin and brought my face up to look at his.

“Now, what’s gotten you so sad all of a sudden?”

“You’re using me for revenge against Cale, right?” I said quietly, almost in a whisper.

His eyes widened.

“That’s what I thought.” I said, nodding.

“No, no, no, no, no. You’ve got it all wrong, Emilia.”

“Then what is it, Wade? Why won’t you hold my hand or link arms with me? You don’t even like me, so why are you hanging out with me?”

Wade rushed forward, almost cutting me off, and planted his lips firmly on mine. I parted mine to take a breath, which he took advantage of, sticking his tongue in my mouth. I placed my hands on his shoulders and pulled myself closer to him, kissing him back. He grabbed my thighs and pulled me even closer, then wrapped his arms around my back and embraced me.

“I’m falling for you, Emilia.” He whispered, “That’s why I wouldn’t hold your hand. I don’t want to get too attached. It’s too dangerous.”

“I don’t care.” I said, breathing heavily.

“But I do. I care about you. It’s impossible for a human and a vampire to love.” He pulled away and bolted downstairs. I heard the trap door slam and his footsteps echo as he ran across the basement’s stone floor.

No. I won’t let this happen. Just because he’s afraid of love doesn’t mean we can’t be together. Cale was a mistake, but Wade won’t be, because I won’t let him get away.





I slipped off the counter and jogged down the hall, pulled up the trap door, and ran down the stairs. I scurried across the cold, cement, basement floor and flew open the door to Wade\'s room. He was sitting on his bed, reading a book.

"What the hell are you doing?" I shouted.

"What?" he put down his book.

"I thought you said you had feelings for me? Is this your way of telling me you like me, kissing me on the kitchen counter one minute and running away to read alone in your bedroom the next?"

"Emilia, I told you, I do like you, but it\'s too dangerous."

I got onto his bed and moved closer to him. "I don\'t care"

"Emilia, what are you doing?"

I straddled him and looked deep into his dark eyes; angry.

"Kiss me"

"No, it\'s too dangerous"

I moved closer, "I don\'t care"

He grabbed my wrists, "Well I do. I don\'t want to hurt you."

"Are you planning on tying me up, taking pictures, then killing me?"

He hesitated, then admitted defeat. "No"

"Do you plan on beating me?"

"No"

"How about emotionally abusing me?"

"No"

I moved pulled my wrists from his grip and laced my fingers with his.

"I know you could never hurt me" I said, kissing his jaw.

"I think I already have" he whispered quietly. Yet, his mouth still managed to find mine. I could smell the sandalwood on his skin, only sending me further into a trance. I couldn\'t breathe or think, his mouth was a banquet, and I was too racked with hunger to stem the greed. It sent my sensations sprinting into a riot; the tensed ripple of muscle under my fingers, the hot desperate taste of his mouth, the thunder of my heartbeat that raced between our bodies with dizzying speed.

Knock Knock

"Wade?" Elliot called from outside the bedroom. Wade just ignored Elliot\'s call and re-situated, placing me on my back with him resting on top of me, continuing to banquet upon my mouth.

"Wade?" Elliot called again, this time opening the door. Wade refused to acknowledge Elliot, and caressed my waist underneath my shirt.

"Oh, that\'s why you didn\'t open the door"

Wade finally gave up and sighed in annoyance, "Elliot, what do you want?"

"Nothing, Vince just told me to remind you, well, you know."

Wade grunted angrily, "Fuck off, Elliot"

Elliot just laughed and exited. Wade hopped off the bed.

"Wade, what\'s going on?"

"Nothing"

"Vincent is the reason why you were ignoring me, isn\'t he?"

"No, I already told you, I did it for your own good." he lied. He left me alone in his room, so I decided to exit as well, except I wouldn\'t be following him, I would be going to my own room.

I layed on my bed, and surprisingly, fell fast asleep.

The next couple of days dragged on like there was no end. I moped around the house trying to avoid Cale, who tried to talk to me a couple times, bumped into Vincent with Maggie a few times and slipped him a glare while Maggie wasn\'t looking--I wasn\'t completely convinced that he had nothing to do with Wade giving me the cold shoulder. Mostly I hung out in my room, joked around with Elliot, and randomly kissed Wade. A few times in front of Cale, which always had him leaving the room. I felt bad, but wasn\'t that fair punishment for most likely planning on killing me?



It was 12:40 PM. I was sitting on my bed with Elliot, talking about boys.

"So, do you just go into clubs, start talking to a guy, bring him home, seduce him, then kill him?" I asked.

"No, no, no. It\'s much more complicated than that, and you have it all wrong. I\'m not gay, I\'m just ...kind of a slut, I suppose. I just like sleeping with people."

I chuckled.

"No, here\'s how I do it. I\'ll go into a club, or a bar, whatever, find a hot chick or dude, talk to them for a couple hours, the guy has to be gay, or else I\'ll get punched in the face when I invite him back to my place, then when we get back, they have to be drunk, or else they\'d freak out once they saw the basement. That\'s when the seducing comes into play, and I do not kill them, or eat them, whatever you said, I drink from them. It\'s less morbid and more erotic."

I stifled a laugh, "I think you\'re just a sadist"

"Sado-masochist, actually. Go ahead, pinch my nipples."

I busted out laughing and fell back onto my pillows.



There was a knock on my door, then it opened. It was Vincent.

"We\'re leaving. C\'mon." he said, then left.

I furrowed my brows, "Where are we going?"

"Just come on" Elliot said, getting off my bed. He held the trap door open for me and led me outside to the Mustang where Vincent was in the front seat, and Wade was in the passenger seat. Elliot walked around to the other side and got in the car, and I followed through my side.

"Wade, where are we going?" I asked as Vincent started driving in what looked like South.

"You\'ll see" he mumbled.

What\'s going on?"

As I looked out the window, I noticed the scenery was very familiar. We started getting closer and closer to my neighborhood.

"Vincent?" I asked.

"You\'ll see" he said, not taking his eyes off the road. My heart started beating faster as Vincent pulled into my Cul-de-sac.

Elliot rested his hand on my shoulder, "Calm down, Emilia"

"What are we doing here?" I asked, sitting up between the driver\'s and passenger\'s seat. Vincent parked on the road in front of my old house, and Jack walked out.

"Vincent, my friend!" he said, while Vincent got out of the car. He embraced Vincent and patted him on the back.

"Jack. I\'ve brought you your darling"

"C\'mon, Em. Let\'s go" Elliot whispered, giving me a little shove out of the car. My foot rested against the pavement with thud. How bad I wanted to sprint down the road, away from Jack and Vincent. How knew how angry Jack would be with me, after all, I got in a fight with him via text message, then was away from home for 2 weeks.

"Emili" Jack sighed, opening his arms for me. I walked slowly towards him, yet I didn\'t walk into his arms. He took a single step and filled the gap between us, engulfing me in his arms. I looked back at the car to see Wade with a somber look on his face, yet he did nothing to stop what was going on, he just continued to sit in his seat.

"Till next time, brother" Vincent waved.

"Till next time" Jack responded.

I watched Vincent get in the car and drive off in silence. A moment later, Jack\'s grip loosened.

"Now then.." he said, stepping back to look at me. I felt heat against my cheek as I hit the hard ground.

"Now that you know you\'ve done wrong, what do you say we go inside?"

I touched my fingertips to my face, brushing the dirt off of my friction-burnt cheek.

"What the hell, Jack?!" I screamed. I was irate and confused. Why would he hit me, and why would he hit me in broad daylight on the front lawn?

He grabbed my hair behind my neck and pulled on it. I arched my back in pain as he yanked my face to his. He stared deep into my eyes as I tried to hide my pain, unsuccessfully, wincing. He pulled me by my hair into his domain, the house I had once inhabited with him what seemed like months ago. I was shoved onto the loving room floor as he slammed and bolted the front door.

"I missed you" he hissed.

I just glared at him, my head throbbing.

"You were mighty rude to me over the phone, you know. I\'m supposed to be your boyfriend" he cooed.

"Boyfriends aren\'t supposed to abuse their girlfriends" I said. I meant for it to come out like venom, but the words came out through shaky lips, leaving my tone low and shaky.

"Aw, my dear Emili" he said, kneeling to the floor where I was. I flinched, pulling away from him slightly.

"Tsk tsk. Don\'t worry, honey. We\'re together now, and that\'s all that matters."

"How though? How is that possible?"

"You can thank your good friend, Vincent, for that."

"What?"

Jack leaned closer and whispered into my ear. "You can also thank him for this" Suddenly, I felt Jack\'s teeth scratch across my bare neck. Not like normal teeth, almost like canine teeth. As I was lost in thought, I felt a dull pain in my neck, then slight penetration, followed my a draining feeling, leaving me cold. I gasped and pulled away, slapping my hand over the wound. I stared at Jack, who grinned at me with blood-stained fangs.

"You\'re...you\'re a..

"Vampire. Geez, Emili. I thought you\'d be more than used to vampires by now"

"When did this happened?!" I screamed, standing up suddenly. My head went into a fog and I collapsed onto the floor from blood loss. I blacked out for a second, but when I came to, I saw Jack still grinning at me devilishly. I scooted away from him, realizing the danger I was in. I thought he was dangerous before, but now he was a vampire.

His grin only grew wider from my fear of him.

"I met Vincent about a week ago. I told him that my girlfriend had been missing since Thanksgiving night, and he knew at that moment that I was talking about you. You see, once a thief meets the owner of the property they\'ve stolen, they are immediately overwhelmed with guilt. That\'s exactly what happened with Vincent, but he couldn\'t very well tell me, a mere human, his secret, now could he? So instead, he turned me into a vampire and told me the entire story, then promised that he would return my maiden to me."

"Why would he do that?" I asked.

"Didn\'t you miss me at all, Emili?" he asked, stroking my cheek with his thumb, the rest of his hand under my chin.

I started to sob. I hated Vincent. How could he do this? Not only did he bring be back to my now physically abusive boyfriend, but he made him even more dangerous by turning him into a vampire. Why didn\'t Wade do something about it? That\'s when I realized how long this whole thing had been going on. It was 3 days ago when I tried to hold hands with Wade, and was turned down. This was right after he had talked to Vincent. I asked him if Vincent was the reason, and he denied it, but I knew better. Wade said he had feelings for me. Were they so premature and weak that something as little as a short 10 minute, if even, chat with Vincent could destroy them?

"Emili. Speak to me. Aren\'t you happy to be with me again?"

My sobs only grew and I buried my face in my hands. This wasn\'t because of Jack, but because of Wade. Jack grabbed my hair and pulled my face up.

"Why are you crying?" he asked, his gaze roaming from my face down to my chest, where his eyes widened and reflected rage towards me. I looked down as far as I could with my head being pulled back as far as it was, only to see a hickey on the top of my breast, left by Cale about 4 days before. I braced myself as he pulled my head back even further and brought his face to mine, glaring into my eyes.

"What is that?!" he screamed.

I shouted in pain, ignoring his question.

"You slut!" he shouted again, throwing me hard against the ground, "You\'re gone for 2 weeks and you\'re fucking another guy!?" I curled into fetal position and held my head in my arms.

"You fucked him?!"

I only continued to sob. The worst part was that I could hear the pain in his voice, and as much as I hated him at that moment, I had still loved him before. He was right. I had slept with Cale while I was still dating Jack, and there was no excuse for that, even if our relationship was falling apart. Even though I was told that I was going to be staying with Cale and the rest of the guys for the rest of my life, I still should have broken up with Jack before being intimate with Cale, or anyone for that matter. My sobs of pain broke into sobs of guilt.

"I\'m sorry!" I screamed, my voice cracking. Tears flooded down my face, riding down my cheeks on my eyeliner, then dripped off my chin. "I\'m sorry!" I shouted again, my body shaking with every sob.

"Why the hell would you do that to me?!" he screamed again. He stood up and I felt as if he was about to kick me in the stomach. But he didn\'t. He collapsed on his knees beside me. I felt his glance on me as my hands covered my face. I looked at him, to see him silently fuming, and what appeared to be him holding back tears. I sniffled and put my hand on his, then once more said, "I\'m sorry". He bent over and kissed my forehead.

"I forgive you."