Fan Fiction ❯ Kiss Me Hard ❯ Return Home--Interrupted ( Chapter 2 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Chapter One

Nicole got through the door of her apartment and closed it. She was still lost in her thoughts.
Finally, she sighed lightly and brought herself back to reality, looking about her.
Everything was as she left it earlier.
Her supper sat on the table, now cold. The stove was covered in pots and pans. Her fridge door was left slightly open.
Pillows and blankets were left on the floor, and several things were left on their side or broken.
She bit her lip, remembering earlier in vivid details. The fight with her ex-boyfriend.
She had told him to get out after finding him with another woman–in their bed.
“I never want to see you!” She screamed at him as the girl he was with struggled to get dressed.
“Baby, please–!” Mark, her boyfriend, begged her.
“Don’t ‘baby’ me.” She growled darkly as the woman scrambled out of the apartment, leaving the door open.
“Oh, come on Nicole!” Mark walked up to her, placing a hand on her cheek, “Forgive me. It was just that once...”
“Bullshit.” She snapped, pushing her half dressed boyfriend away from her, “That’s fucking bullshit–and you know it. I want you out. Now.”
“Nicole–“
“Now!” She snapped again briskly, pointing the door, “And look, your whore was nice enough to leave it open for you.”
Mark stared at her for a moment, before turning and grabbing his shirt, coat, and keys before leaving, closing the door.
As Nicole went to the door, she was able to hear Mark yelling out the other woman’s name. After that, she just lost it.
She threw things around in a rage before storming out of her own apartment and deciding air would do her some good.
...
That was half an hour before she bumped into a man on the street whom was dressed in a heavy cloak. He whispered a sorry, but she didn’t reply.
Next thing she noticed, she was pinned up against the wall by him, with his teeth in her neck...

Nicole shivered at the thought, shaking her head as she ran a hand through her hair and walked–well, more like stumbled–to the fridge.
She opened it and grabbed a bottle of wine before turning and looking around her apartment once more. Then she moved to the couch and sat down, opening the bottle along the way with a corkscrew. She plopped down on the couch and took a drink from the wine bottle, then tilted her head back against the couch and closed her eyes. Her neck still hurt, but the pain was starting to subside as she continued to drink the dark wine.
After a while, she found herself asleep on the couch.

Hours slowly dragged by, filled with her waking up, then slowly dozing off again. She could only remember a few times when she was this tired.
Finally, the sun’s rays graced her face, causing her to wake up with a start. She looked about her, and sighed.
The bottle of wine she once clutched in her hand laid on the couch, it’s contents staining the white fabric.
But for once, she didn’t care. She just stared at it, and muttered, “Damn...Good waste of wine...” After a moment, she placed her feet on the floor and stood up, stretching as the sun seemed to cast a calming spell upon her. She felt nothing but numbness edge away at any pain or emotions she felt.
She actually smiled a little as she looked at the window.
Stumbling over, she leaned against the sill for a moment, before pulling up a stool, and climbing out of her window and onto her porch.
Nicole walked up to the railing around her porch and leaned against it, using a hand to push strands of hair behind her ears that was being blown by the never ceasing breeze.
The sun cast a soft glow upon her face, and her eyes closed so they were slits. She let out a sigh of content, as a small smile edged onto her face.
No one was awake at this hour–or so it seemed.
Cars occasionally ‘zoomed’ by with the occasional jogger with their dog.
It was oddly quiet, but that didn’t disturb Nicole. It actually relieved her.
Finally, a thought occurred to her. She raised a hand to her neck and ran it over the two bite marks on her neck. She blinked oddly as she looked at her hand.
No blood.
She turned and walked into the house and over to a mirror that was cracked on her wall from a vase hitting it.
She studied her neck.
The bit marks were mere scars.
“Odd...” She muttered, blinking for a moment before shaking her head. She considered this a good thing.
Suddenly, a voice spoke from behind her.
“Forgive me?”
Nicole turned around and saw Mark standing in the door with flowers.
She immediately frowned at him, “Get out, Mark.”
Mark sighed, throwing the flowers on a table by the door as he walked in and closed the door. His eyes narrowed on her as he closed the door, but didn’t lock it.
“I’m not leaving, Nicole.”
“How dare you–this is my apartment!” Nicole argued as he went towards the fridge to, more then likely, grab a beer.
She knew what he was like if he was drunk and angry at the same time...scars were there to prove it.
She clenched her fists closed as he took out a beer and opened it, tossing the bottle cap on the floor as he turned and leaned against the fridge, watching her as he literally drank the beer in at least 2 minutes.
He went for another.
“Stopit.” She growled as he drank another. She knew exactly what he was doing.
“Stop what, Lover?” Mark teased as he opened his third one. Nicole panicked a little.
“Mark. Leave. Now, or I’ll call the cops.”
“Cords cut.” Mark stated simply. Nicole quirked an eyebrow, and walked towards the phone. When she went to reach it, a knife suddenly struck the wall–and, to her despair–sliced the cord.
She turned around to see mark smirking, placing down his third bottle. He was already tipsy from the sudden impact of alcohol on his unprepared system.
He stumbled forwards, and grabbed the knife from the wall, looking at her and tilting his head, “What’s that on your neck?”
“Nothing.” Nicole snapped as he went to move her hair from her neck and examine the bite marks. She was about to step back when he grabbed her and pulled her against him harshly. He placed the bottle down, and swept her off her feet and into his arms clumsily.
“Put me down, Mark!” She yelped, kicking her legs and struggling to get loose as he took her up the stairs to the bedroom.
“So be it.” He slurred his words as he tossed her onto the bed. She immediately struggled to get off, but he pounced her, pinning her to the bed and kissing her.
Nicole tried to turn her head from him, but he was determined.
His hands searched her body, removing her shirt with ease, along with her–
“Get off her.”
Mark paused, and jumped to his feet unsteadily, turning to find himself face to face with a man, cloaked in black.
Nicole quickly scrambled up the blankets, trying to cover herself as she struggled to get off the bed.
“Who do you think you are?” Mark spat, “And how did you get in here?”
“My name is not of your concern...” The figure hissed, and almost immediately did Nicole recognize his voice.
“You–“ Nicole began, but was cut off.
“Are you alright, Nicole?” The man asked, tilting his head to see around Mark’s towering figure to gaze upon Nicole who stood in the corner, clutching the blankets to her bare upper torso.
She nodded, and was about to say something when Mark took a swing at the man.
However, the stranger was faster. He grabbed Mark’s arm with ease and delivered a kick to his stomach.
Mark literally flew onto the bed with a grunt. The man walked up to mark and looked down at him, before shaking his head.
Mark was already passed out.
He turned to Nicole, whose body was pressed into the corner. He slowly walked up to her and tilted his head, reaching up and pushing his hood down.
She was right. It was the handsome young man from before.
His black hair fell about his face, and his brilliant yellow eyes were half lidded as they focussed on her face, “Are you sure your alright?” He asked softly.
Nicole nodded, “Uhm...Yeah...” She muttered, turning her head from him with a light blush.
For an instant, the man was slightly confused as to why she blushed–but then he realized she didn’t have a shirt on, and she was clutching a blanket to her bare torso. He quickly looked away, blinking, “I’m terribly sorry–“
“Don’t worry about it. You...saved me.” She nodded, moving past the man and grabbing her shirt and bra. She left into the other room to put the article of clothing back on, before coming back out and looking at the man whom remained in the corner, still staring off into space.
She coughed lightly, bowing her head slightly. She walked forwards, “Thank you.”
The man looked to her and smiled a little, but didn’t respond.
Instead, he walked up to her, and grasped her arm gently, leading her out of the room.
She didn’t object. She let him lead her out of the room. He released her once they were downstairs.
“We’re leaving.” He hissed softly, looking at her as he walked to the door, “You might want your coat...It’s, uhm,, somewhat cold out today.”
Nicole nodded and grabbed her coat and hat, before quickly walking to him.
They both left the apartment.
Only when she was in the elevator, did she realize she left her apartment...her boyfriend...with a stranger.
“I...”
The man looked over to her, quirking an eyebrow, “Yes?”
“I don’t know your name.” She muttered, looking at him.
He paused, before looking at the doors again, “It’s not important right now–“
“It is to me!” She argued, “I’m leaving everything to follow a stranger. At least tell me your name.”
He hesitated, before sighing, “It’s...My name is...”
She watched him, before a realization dawned upon her, “...Do you have a name?’
He looked at her quickly, but didn’t respond as the doors opened.
Suddenly, he started forwards, walking out of the elevator, “Come, lets find somewhere safe...then we’ll talk–”
“Wait!”
“Yes?” He paused in the stair well that lead to the doors.
“Aren’t you a vampire?”
“Yes, I am.” He turned to look at her, “So?”
“The sun–“
“Don’t worry.” He smiled before turning and continuing to the door.
“Okay...” She muttered, following him.
They continued out the door, and side by side on the street. His cloak hood was up again, and now she noticed that the clothing protected him. She sighed, relieved–‘Wait.’ she thought to herself, ‘why am I so concerned about his safety? What about mine?!’
“Where are we going?” She asked suddenly as they turned down a barren street.
“Somewhere safe–where we can talk in private.” The man nodded.
“Somewhere safe...” Nicole echoed.
‘Safe...a word I barely know anymore...’