I woke up from my peaceful slumber feeling happy and well rested, but the happiness slowly went away when I realised that I hadn't woken up in my bed. I quickly shuffled back of the bed my heart temporarily stopping as I plummeted the short drop to the floor, my back collided with the floor knocking the air from my lungs in the process.

"Rogue?" An amused voice said

I stayed quite in hope he would go away, but it was mostly out of embarrassment.

"Rogue....i know it's you you're the only person who was in my room and the only person stupid enough to fall of a bed whilst they're awake"

I let out a loud sigh of defeat before standing up. Ivan proceeded to close the balcony doors, before turning back to face me.

"Enjoy your sleep?" He asked with a smirk on his face.

"Yes I did actually"

"Of course you did, after all you did get to experience sleeping next to yours truly" he replies whilst placing his hand on his chest.

"What?!" I quickly snap, not wanting to believe his words.

"Don't you remember, I came back and you were asleep, I was going to leave but you called out my name so I got into bed. You clung to me the whole night, every time I went to move your grip got tighter and a whimper would escape your lips, I watched you sleep the whole night.....It was awfully cute" he says with a straight face.

"Really!" There was no way that happened I would of remembered. Wouldn't I?.

"No"

"So i didn't call out your name or -"

"No, i made it up"

"Why?" I ask

"What...can't a man dream?"

Wait, Ivan dreams about me, here comes the weak knees and butterfly's.

"It was all a dream, none of it happened" I repeated again, making sure I was on the same page as him.

"Yes Rogue, it was my imagination....except the watching you when you sleep part,that was true"

"You watched me sleep ...why?"

"I don't know ,It brings me comfort" he shrugs his shoulders before walking out the door.

Comfort? God he's so strange. Not really bothering about where he went, I left his room and returned to mine.

I had no intentions of going anywhere it was too cold and I wasn't in the mood. I returned to Ivan's room to make his bed and tidy up, once I had finished I did the same to my room.

After I had put away all my clothes and rearranged things to how I wanted them I got into the shower.

It was quick but extremely relaxing and soothing. Once I was out I put on a pair of light blue jeans and a black top.

Since I had nothing else do I found myself doing what I always do when my attention span was decreasing.Eat.

I got up of my bed and slipped on my black vans, once the laces were tied I left the room, shutting the door behind me.

Hopping down each step and skipping down the hall meant I reached the kitchen In a few minutes. There was a lot of noise coming from the kitchen but instead of knocking the door and waiting patiently, I pushed it straight open.

Just as I thought the kitchen was filled with the cooks and the other staff, rushing around like maniacs.

The kitchen came to a dramatic holt when they saw me standing by the door. Oh no I'm in trouble.

"What are you doing in here, get out!" One of the brown haired cooks shouted at me, earning him a wave of rude comments,looks of disapproval and out of nowhere a wooden spoon to the head.

"I'm sorry, I was hungry...i didn't know you were in here" I apologise feeling embarrassed.

The young cook stomped towards me tightly grabbing my arm and yanking me towards him.

"Get out, you can eat when everyone else does" he barks. He violently pushed me forwards but luckily not with enough force to send me flying.

Another cook quickly came forward, his face red with anger, he grabbed the brown haired cook by his collar before violently shaking him.

"What are you doing!" The cook pushed the other man of him, then continued to straighten himself back up.

"If you have a death wish then that's fine but I'd appreciate it If you wouldn't get us all killed in the process !" the angry cook shouted

"What are you talking about?" He questioned.

"That's Rogue" he spat back, giving him a push in the process.

I stood in confusions looking around the kitchen wondering what I had to do with this.Everyone refused to make eye contact with me. They all looked scared .

The cook took a few seconds to work out what was happening and when it finally clicked the previous expression of anger was immediately replaced with fear and paleness.

He looked directly at me and begun babbling out apologies.

"I'm so sorry,I'm new here-" he muttered

"And that's how you treat strangers?..id hate to see how you treat people you know" I joked but quickly regretted it after seeing all their faces whiten.

"It was just a joke" I confess.

"Please don't tell Ivan" he begs

"Tell Ivan what" I didn't even have to turn around to know who it was. The way my body reacted was all I needed to know that the person behind me was Ivan.

The sound of objects hitting the floor filled the room as well as gasps of air and whispers.

"Don't tell me what" he repeated again

No one answered him and I could tell he was getting annoyed. Ivan began looking around trying to figure out what happened out of instinct I immediate covered the marks that had been left on my caramel skin.

But that didn't go unnoticed his attention snapped towards my arm, he moved my hand away. I could feel his body tense up as he stared at the marks.

"What happened" power and force was clear in his voice. The silent room was filled with mumbles and panicked voices.

"Shut up" he harshly spits

"You, what happened" He flicks his head towards the previously violent cook, signalling for him to speak.

"Errrr....umm" he began to babble

"Hey dipshit...use your fucking words" Ivan snapped, his anger growing by the second.

He looked at me with pleading eyes, guilt and pity was the words to described what I was feeling especially since I know how it feels to be in his position.

"I got to close to the oil and the cook pulled me back, he grabbed me a little to tight leaving a mark that's what he didn't want me to tell you" I lied but tried my hardest to make it sound as believable as possible.

He looked directly at me, his eyes were locked onto mine. He nodded his head and had a satisfied look on his face. Everyone visibly relaxed, some sighed out of relief and a few smiles were shone.

Ivan turned back to everyone looking around before speaking again.

"Now that bullshits out of the way, who wants to tell me the truth" he said in a calm tone.

My heart sunk, not only had I lied to him but I've certainly gotten them into more trouble.

"My patience is running out so unless you want this to be your last day on this earth,i suggest one of you start fucking talking..what the fuck happened"

"I did it" the brown haired cook confessed.

"Ah bingo....now was that so hard"

Ivan turned towards the man, in vampire speed he was In front of him.

"What's your name?" Ivan questioned

"J-Joey" he stuttered

"J-Joey?..thats your name" he teased

"I don't like being lied to and I really don't like being made out to be a fool." Ivan said whilst turning up the heat under the boiling oil.

Everyone began to panic as they watched in horror.

"How old are you?..J-Joey" he taunts

"22" he quickly replied. Ivan sighed then tutted.

"So young....its a shame your going to die today" Ivan grabbed the back of Joeys neck and pushed his head towards the pot of boiling oil, stopping a few inches above the substance.

"Please,please don't I'm sorry, please don't do this-" Joey began to beg

"Shut the fuck up, what's the point in me being superior to you if you don't respect me?, What's the point in being powerful if you don't fear me. Let this be a lesson for you all, this is my fucking house, I'm in charge so when I say something better fucking do it" his words were deadly and sinister, he meant every word. Fear was being felt and he didn't even need to shout.

I was frozen, someone was about to die because of me but the only thing I could do was stand there with my jaw wide open. I mentally begged Ivan to stop, repeating the same thing in my mind 'please don't Ivan,please don't Ivan'.

Ivan grabbed Joey around the neck, he looked at him straight in the eyes before throwing his body on the floor and leaving the kitchen.

My appetite had gone, the image of a deep fat fried face didn't exactly tickle my taste buds, so I ended up apologising to the cooks for everything and leaving the kitchen.

Ivan was nowhere to be seen, so I found myself wondering around the mansion. My mind kept drifting back to earlier, how dangerous and threatening Ivan was. His behaviour would change In seconds and I couldn't stop that, there was no covering up the fact that Ivan could kill me in seconds. I know I shouldn't be having these thoughts about my mate but I genuinely was scared of Ivan. Do I really want to be with Ivan?.

"An innocent person doesn't have a guilty heartbeat" a voice whispered in my ear.

I quickly spun around to see Ivan stood behind me.

"It was a honest misunderstanding" I reply

"Then all it needed was an honest explanation" before I could reply he had walked away in the opposite direction.

It was true,I felt guilty and stupid for lying to him.

Not wanting to dwell on the subject anymore I needed to find something that would distract me. I remember Tasha telling me she wouldn't be around as much because she's going to start work at Stone enterprise,so that crossed her off the list. I was feeling stressed and had a lot on my mind so I decided to go for a run, I turned around and made my way back to my room.

Once I was there I changed into my grey nike leggings with matching hoody, I made a drink and grabbed my iPod and earphones.

I left the room once again, I was making my way to the main entrance when I saw Ivan walking towards me with a few other vampires I hadn't seen before.

Ivan looked at me about to question me but once he realised what my intentions were he continued to walk.

I walked straight past him and towards the entrance.

"Hold on, Mr Stone said you can't go outside the gates" the security said before opening the door for me.

"But how did you know?" I question, I've literally just walked past him.

"Vampire thing" he replied

I nod my head before walking out the door. The cold hit me instantly, making me doubt if I really wanted to do this.

I shook it off and began lightly stretching ,as soon as I had finished I was off.

I had been running for 40 minutes when I was reaching the mansions entrance again. I stopped running when I saw someone sat on the stone wall.

"Are you alright" I say breathlessly. A head shot up in my direction and it was the boy from the kitchen.

"Joey right?"

"Err, I'm sorry. I'll go inside" he was about to get up.

"No, don't leave, you were here first"

"Are you sure that's a good idea?" He asks frantically looking around.

"Ivan isn't here if that's what you're looking for" I took a seat next to him.

"I'm sorry about earlier, I don't know why I grabbed you like that" he apologised

"It's fine, I'm sorry for getting you in trouble and almost getting your face fried" he lightly laughed at my comment.

"It's a little cold to be out here don't you think" he states

"Says you, at least I'm wearing a jumper" I gently tug on his shirt sleeve.

"I like to be alone" he shrugs

"I like to think" I reply.

We continue to talk until the cold is unbearable, we both say our goodbyes and go our separate ways.