Chapter 1: Plain

The next morning when I wake up, I swear it's all a dream. My body's tired, my mind is fuzzy, and my head hurts. I sit up slowly as my eyes adjust to the brightness around me.

I'm not in my room.

That's the first thing I pick up on. The room I'm in is painted a pretty shade of shell and decorated with clean crisp modern furniture. The mattress is definitely memory foam and the sheets are Egyptian cotton. The room alone is worth more than my house.

It's oddly quiet. There's not even the sound of birds chirping coming from outside. The only noise I can faintly make out is breathing. It's softer than my own which is gradually picking up. The gravity of the situation hits me. I've been fucking kidnapped.

My mind races back to the previous night, but the only thing that hits me is running, sleeping, then the guy. His face is clear as day in my head.

I look around and notice the bump of a person's body beside me. I follow the path of human from feet to face and scream. It's the guy, fast asleep beside me. Or at least he was until I jolted him awake with my yell.

He scratches his mess of hair and he looks at me. His eyes are no longer red but a shade of light blue that pierce my soul with his gaze. Looking at him in the light, he's very familiar. I'm sure I've seen him on tv somewhere. Maybe he's famous.

"You're loud." He mutters. When his lips move, I see his fangs. My hands fly to my neck and there is the small indent of two canine sized holes.

"Are you...did you...?" I search desperately for the words I'm supposed to say but there are far more questions than my brain can comprehend.

He doesn't answer. Instead, he climbs out of bed and grabs my arm. I'm tugged into a large bathroom and turned towards the mirror.

Surprisingly, I can see myself. This is definitely different from the stories I'm told. "Yes, we can see ourselves in the mirror." He says as if he heard my internal question. He gestures to my face and I take a long look at the unfamiliar red orbs gazing at my reflection. My mouth opens and closes, showing sharp fangs.

"I don't know what to say." I finally manage to get out.

He lets out a laugh, similar to the scary one from yesterday. "I guess you can shout now. You could also ask questions. Or just stare at yourself. There's no guarantee you'll get a response out of me but you might feel better afterward."

He releases my shoulders and leaves me in the bathroom. I follow his muscular form with my eyes and watch him climb back into his bed and drift back to sleep.

I face the mirror once again and examine my reflection. Somehow I look prettier. My hair which is long and blonde looks shinier, and my eyes seem brighter. Like any other stressed-out human, I had acne, but now my face is blemish-free and firm. If I weren't in this situation, I suppose I would admire this transformation, but I can feel nothing but fear once again. I'm a vampire now, and now my comfortable existence is changed. Being a vampire isn't what scares me, but having to adjust to this forever situation is something that makes my skin crawl.

I rush out of the bathroom in search of shoes. For now, the best idea is to go home.

"I wouldn't leave." The guy opens one eye to glance at me. Is he reading my mind? Can vampires do that? "If you don't feed regularly while you're changing you'll just go outside and kill someone."

"So am I supposed to stay in here with the guy that stole my life and do nothing?" I ask rather snappily and he smirks.

"Yep."

Something about his nonchalant attitude completely pisses me off. I give up my search and instead head for the door, slamming it closed as I enter the massive hallway.

I don't plan on leaving. That would be stupid considering I don't know what the hell is even going on. Staying with the guy with vampire knowledge is smart. However, being around him is not in my plan. If I'm stuck here, I may as well explore a bit.

The house is definitely extravagant. He must come from money or something because all I see around me are dollar signs. There is a bustling of movement from down the hall, and I move in the opposite direction of it. There's a staircase in view, so I head there instead. I look around at everything. He's gotta be famous or something. There's no way he isn't with the size of this mansion.

"I heard her yelling earlier so she must be awake. I wonder what explanation Kal gave her to make her stop?" It's a male's voice just at the bottom of the stairs and I freeze.

"I'm still waiting on our explanation for why the fuck she's here." It's another guy speaking. His tone is definitely gentler, despite the anger in his words.

I take another step and the floor creaks. The voices stop and, in a split second, I'm yanked down the stairs.

I yelp, "I wasn't eavesdropping!"

My eyes lift to their faces and I flushed. Vampires really are pretty. The taller more built of the two has bright red hair and brown eyes. He looks mature and also scary as he stared down at me. The shorter one, also well built but somehow scrawny beside the other, has black hair and dark brown eyes. They look remarkably similar, maybe brothers. Disregarding their similar appearances, they're also familiar faces. I definitely recognize them from somewhere.

Black Hair seems to be analyzing me. Once he's done looking me over he shrugs, "I can't see it. Nothing about you screams 'take me home.' You're plain."

My jaw drops and I rip my hand from red hairs grip, "Excuse me? Plain?"

"Extremely. You have a pretty figure and nice hair, but aside from that you look like any other blonde on the street." He shoves his hands in his pockets, quite satisfied with the shit he's just thrown my way.

"Well, she's not plain. If you compare her to other vampires she's actually jaw-dropping." Red Hair grips my chin and tilts my head upwards to get a good look at me.

Suddenly he sniffs the air like a dog and it's like he's hit with an epiphany, "What?" I ask.

"I know why he brought you back here." A smirk spreads across his face as he looks at Black Hair, "Kal always said he'd marry a girl that smells like roses."