Chapter 37:

I couldn't even tell what color the walls were because there were so many posters on them.

From one end to the other, the posters and pictures ripped out from magazines were plastered over every inch of the walls.

There was a full-sized bed on the north wall made-up with a plaid comforter and white sheets.

There was a pair of raggedy combat boots at the end of the bed that was somewhat resembled the pair I was wearing.

There were stacks of cd's everywhere, and a cd player atop a stack of magazines on a low table.

Pieces of clothing were strewn everywhere and some were overflowing out of the dresser on the west wall.

Corey inhaled deeply as he looked around the room that use to be his.

I could certainly see this being his room.

The room was lit by a few lamps placed at different areas of the room.

I could tell by the look in Corey's eyes that he was distant; reliving a thousand different memories from his past.

I idly wondered what his life had been like before, when he was living here.

Does he miss it? I mused to myself.

It didn't seem like he did but then again he was very good at hiding his emotions.

Except for his love for me, he was quite adamant about his feelings for me.

He walked to the bed and sat down, looking at the leather jacket that was laying on the bed beside him.

He picked it up, looking at all the pins that were attached to it.

I was hesitant; I felt like he should be left alone but I wasn't sure where to go...

I leaned against the wall, still by the door, with my hands behind my back.

I looked down, dully inspecting the carpet below my feet.

"Darling?"

I looked up at Corey slowly. "Yeah?" I replied.

"You seem uncomfortable." He said softly.

Was it that obvious? I thought.

He gestured for me to come over; I pushed away from the wall and walked over to the bed.

He pulled me onto the bed beside him and smiled gently at me.

"Ya know I realized I haven't told you much about my past really at all." He stated.

I nodded slightly.

"Would you like to know some things about my past?"

I nodded again.

He breathed a laugh. "Okay, well, let's see..." He mused, trailing off.

A sudden question popped into my head. "Why are you so uncomfortable around your family?"

He looked at me. "Oh, uh, I...we didn't leave things on a good note you could say."

"Care to explain?" I inquired hesitantly, not sure if he wanted too or not.

"Uh, sure, well first of all you should know that before I was a slave, I lived a normal life. Like, I mean we pretended be humans."

I couldn't hide the confused look on my face.

"No one knew we were vampires," He explained. "We moved here after the war was over and so my parents came up with the idea, since we were new here and no one knew us that we could pretend to be humans and therefore none of us would end up as slaves."

"Wow," I muttered.

"So anyways-

I cut him off. "Wait, when did you come here?"

"1989." He replied. "Can I continue?"

I breathed a laugh. "Yeah, sorry."

He cleared his throat.

I shook my head slightly.

I had quite a few questions swirling about my mind.

"You have another question don't you?" He asked.

I nodded.

"Go ahead,"

"Okay, how did you 'pretend' to be humans?"

"We filed our...fangs, we didn't go out too much anyways, and it was easy getting blood 'cause they sell it for slaves and we usually used things to make us less pale...that's about it. And just acted normal. I didn't go out very much because I'd just completed my transition into becoming a vampire and I was very sensitive to the sun and it was harder for me to control my...cravings."

I then realized that none of them except for Corey had fangs.

"Oh and did I tell you I was a natural born vampire? Actually all of us are." He stated.

"I did not know that." I said. "I didn't think there were very many."

"There aren't. It's rare nowadays."

"So are you going to tell me what happened?' I asked.

"Yes, you have no patience."

He cleared his throat.

I held back a laugh.

"Okay, so, one day Jake and I were out in town." He started. "And I, uh, I kind of lost control, I was new to being a vampire and this girl cut herself, she broke a glass or something- I don't really remember, but anyways so I smelled the blood and I certainly tried to resist but...I couldn't. I ended up biting her, and since I didn't have fangs to make a clean penetration it was rather messy. So not long after I did that security showed up, it was just one guy. Jake and I both knew I was going to be taken away, probably him too since he was with me."

He shifted slightly. "We could have took him, then made a run for it, and left as soon as we got back to the house. But instead Jake ran, without saying a word. Leaving me there. I could've have handled just the one guy but more showed up, and, uh, basically instead of trying to make a getaway I chose to fight them, and...I lost."

He swallowed harshly and looked down.

"And I see you've held quite a long grudge." I commented.

"He left me; he didn't even try to help." He said defensively. "He could have helped get he guy off me and we could've got away but..."

It was silent for awhile; we didn't look at each other.

I reached over and hugged him, wrapping my arms tightly around him.

He hugged me back, stroking my hair softly.

"Ya know I thought I'd gotten over it but I guess not." He said. "I'm just as upset about as I was then."

I said what I was thinking at the moment; "I feel bad for you."

"Don't." He stated.

I pulled away and looked at him.

"I can deal with it, I'm tough." He said with a small smile. "Don't feel bad. I'm fine now. I'm happy now that I have you."

I smiled.

He leaned over and turned off the light by the bed, making the room dim.

He had a playful grin across his face.

He pressed his lips against mine, pushing me back against the mattress as we kissed.

He pulled back after a moment. "Hold on."

He gracefully jumped off the bed and went to the door, locking it.

"You can take off your shoes." He said, walking over to the stereo.

He slipped off his shoes.

I took off my combat boots and striped socks.

I slipped the holder out of my high ponytail, letting my bright locks flow freely.

I ruffled my hair and ran my fingers through it, while he rifled through the stacks of CD's.

I slipped off my hoodie and tossed it on the floor with my boots.

I put my hands on the mattress, leaning back.

I had the urge to find a mirror to check my reflection.

"Aha!" he said, holding up a CD.

He put it in the stereo and pressed a button, 'Cherry pie' by Warrant began to play.

I stifled a laugh, smiling.

He looked at me, with that playful grin.

He crawled onto the bed, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

He got on top of me and we resumed kissing.

I unzipped his jacket and took it off.

His hands trailed down my neck, and he started to take off my shirt.

We broke away for a moment so he could get the shirt off then resumed kissing.

Next, his shirt came off, being tossed to the bottom of the bed.

My hands trailed over his smooth chest, while his hands went for the button on my pants.

He slid off the pants, throwing them across the room.

His hands grazed all over my body, but finally decided on a place; between my legs.

After a few minutes his hand slid in my panties.

Goodbye rational thinking, hello ecstasy.

This was fucking amazing.