Okay but like, why did I name him Cole... COLE. Bye. Forever disappointed in myself

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up surrounded by heaps of soft pillows underneath a warm blanket. I didn't feel like opening my eyes- they felt heavy like I didn't get much sleep last night. What did I do last night?

"Get up, Isabella, " A voice whispered in my ear and I rolled over, burying my head in the pillows. "Just...five more minutes, mom, " I mumbled, holding up my hand, before letting it fall. "And I told you... Stop calling me Isa-"

Wait.

My mom doesn't sound like that.

I sprung up, my eyes now open wide and the sleep rushed out from my body. Where am I...? The room was dark and weirdly enough everything blended into its mellow vibe. The curtains blocked out every bit of light that would otherwise have brightened up the room and I couldn't see the night from day.

I gasped as I remembered I'd gone to the club and looked around the room frantically. Did I drink something and get drugged? Did I drink too much and go home with someone?

I felt underneath the sheets and my eyes widened when I felt myself naked. Don't tell me I-

"No. No. And no. None of those happened, " a deep voice said. I turned my head quickly in the direction of the voice and I shrieked. He sat there with his arms crossed, staring at me with an amused smile. This is that crazy guy...

"Wow, I'm hurt, " he said, pressing his hand over his heart, "I didn't seem all that crazy when you were moaning for me-"

"Why am I here- Where even is here? Did we..." My voice trailed off and I felt my face heat up. He chuckled and shook his head,

"Don't worry love, we didn't fuck... Yet. We got interrupted before we could go any further and frankly, it annoyed me so much. How about you?"

"Who are you? Did you kidnap me? Can I go home now, please?" My mom's probably worrying herself to death. And this guy... The way he looked at me made me want to sit further away from him.

"Well, let's keep this short, shall we? My name is Cole and as for who I am... Your kind has no shortage of names they refer to me by- Undead, Vampire, Upir, Moroi, Monster, Damned, they go as far as to call me the devil... you choose your pick."

I gawked at him and he sighed before continuing. "That club you were in is owned by yours truly. Hmm, technically I did take you against your will but, you were dead so... no, I did not kidnap you. No, you cannot go home Isabella."

I blinked at him for a few seconds and judging from the expression on his face, he was dead serious about everything he just said. "You're joking, right?" I mumbled, laughing nervously. "What are you talking about? Did I die? The devil? Forgot me? Wait- How do you know my name?!"

"Hmm, how could I not?"

I frowned at him, "You really are crazy..."

"Now, now, " he whispered, leaning in close to my ear. "If I really did kidnap you, do you think calling me names would be such a good idea?"

A chill ran down my spine and I bit down on my lip, "I'm sorry- I just want to go home, " I mumbled, looking down at my lap.

"I told you, you died...I brought you back to life, you're welcome and thanks, by the way, your blood is delicious." He licked his lips and clasped his hands together, "Anyone who knew you before will have forgotten you now. How can I say this..." He paused and closed his eyes as if he were thinking hard on it and clapped his hands.

"You're no longer human anymore, there's no point in going back to your old home."

"You can't be serious... Do you honestly expect me to believe that?"

"Well...no, but I could show you." He leaned into me, placing his hand down beside me, and pressed his lips against mine. His free hand trailed over mine and he guided it over my neck, where I felt a small scar there. "I did that, " he whispered against my lips. He moved down to where it was and licked over it, making me shudder.

His eyes met mine again and this time they were a glowing red color. My vision went blurry as I gazed into his orbs and it felt like I was slipping off somewhere. Everything went black as my eyes slowly closed but, somehow, I was back at the club.

In front of me was Cole who was rolling his eyes as bullets dropped out of his body. A man stood by the door, frantically trying to reload his gun. I couldn't catch his movements but in a split second he was lying there dead on the floor, blood pooling out of him and Cole- Cole was standing over his body.

He swept around and looked at me, his eyes wide. I felt immense pain coursing through me and I looked down to see myself bleeding....heavily. I was riddled with bullet holes. I tried to scream but my voice wouldn't come out. Cole walked toward me, his eyes red and his breathing uneven.

He didn't look like the same man I'd seen earlier. No. He looked like... Like a devil.

He crouched by me and lifted my face up to his. His fingers ran over the blood and he licked them clean. He tilted in closer to me and I felt his fangs pierce into my neck. It sent a wave of shock through me and it went on for a while like that.

What kind of monster...

When he pulled back, his eyes were back to their normal color and he lifted me into his arms. "Just what are you I wonder..." I heard him mumble.

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The scene faded from my mind as I was brought back to reality and when I opened my eyes I saw Cole hovering over me. I scrambled away from him, keeping my body covered with the sheets I had wrapped around me and he just chuckled, "Believe me now?"

I shook my head, "That can't be true. It can't be..." There have to be a thousand other explanations for this. Him being the devil seems like the furthest catch. Who's to say that he didn't drug me and make me hallucinate those things?

Still regardless... it felt pretty vivid.

He grabbed a mirror off the table by the bed and shoved it in my face. One minute he was sitting there in front of me and the next, he was behind me. He tilted my head to the side, trailing his fingers across my neck over the bite mark that his fangs had left.

"I can remind you how it felt," he murmured, "then you tell me whether or not it's true." He pressed my hand over my chest and I felt his breath against my skin, "Tell me, do you feel your heart beating?"

My eyes widened at the realization and my mouth fell open. It was faint, yet slower than what could have been normal. "Then... I-I'm dead? Am I in hell...?" I screamed and he erupted into laughter, shaking his head.

"You're on earth, although, if I left you dead, you probably would've gone to hell... since you were with me. It's somewhat my fault that you died. Ah, see, people try to murder me all the time, and well, obviously, I can just reheal."

"So you won't mind if I slap you right now?" I asked frowning, and he shrugged, "I guess I deserve..."

I cut him off, slapping him as hard as I could, and he smiled, "it..." he finished.

"You're telling me I have to live like...this now? With you? My mom doesn't remember me? Juls...?"

"That's not all."

"There's more??"

He nodded, "I brought you back to life but, only for a little while. There's something else..."

"Why? Was drinking my blood not enough for you?"

"No, it was very filling but, maybe now would have been different had you woken up immediately but, you'll only survive for about twenty-four more hours now..."

"How long have I been here?" I asked, horrified. I was under the impression that it's only been a night but...

"Oh, no Isabella, it's been a few days."

The smirk on his face was making it hard for me not to hate this man. I didn't give in to his twisted idea of a game but every inch of my body was horrified by him.

He's sick in the head...

"You know I can read your thoughts right?" He asked, smirking.

He licked the part on my neck where his bite mark was, causing me to jump. A shiver ran through my body, and I moaned out loud, shocking myself. He chuckled as my eyes widened and he kissed my neck, biting it a little.

"You're so...submissive when I touch you, but I guess you can't help it huh?" He asked, whispering against my ear. "This is what happens when I drink your blood...it feels so good right?"

He turned my head slightly and pressed his lips against mine, "If you want to live, you and I will have to become one... I'd be giving you a share of my never-ending life-span, and so basically, you'll be mine."

"Forever." He added.

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