Watching her breathe softly, her lips slightly parted as the warm sun light shimmered on her face. She appeared breathtaking beautiful in his eyes. Ian looked away, his ears burning red.
'What are you thinking?' he reprimanded himself.
Seeing her brutally beaten yesterday had stirred something in him. He wasn't the type to easily subcom to rage, but yesterday, he had been so close to killing those bastards. If Thomas hadn't reached there on time to stop him, he would have surely killed a lot of them.
Ian sighed, his eyes falling on the girl sleeping next to him.
How could they do something like that to such a young girl. Was she not a member of their pack.
He felt her stir in her sleep, her face squeezing cutely. Ian immediately shut his eyes pretending to still be asleep.
Covering her eyes with her palm, Camelia snuggled closer to the warm body lying next to her, even throwing her arm across what she assumed to be a big teddy bear.
A pleased smile appearing onher face.
She didn't remember getting a teddy bear, but she wasn't complaining at having something this warm in her bed. Her brow furrowed, her eyes still closed. Her bed wasn't this soft.
As the thought registered, her eyes snapped open. She blinked for a few seconds, trying to adjust her eyes to the morning light. But she still remained in her position, trying to recollect what happened yesterday.
When all the memories came flooding back, her eyes widened. She looked up at the teddy bear she assumed she was holding on to and it was no teddy bear, but a man instead.
Her eyes widened further than it already was. With delicate, and slow movements, she sneaked out from the bed trying not to wake him up.
Tiptoeing as quietly as she could, her feet barely making a sound on the ground. She went around the bed to have a better look at the man.
Standing over him, Camelia's eyes swept over his face. He was handsome, quite pleasing to the eyes if she do say so herself. She had never seen anyone with such a perfect face. Her eyes moved down to his exposed chest and torso.
"Woah, he's so toned. I'm sure he works out," she said, her eyes feeding on him, like she was tasting an exquisite meal.
She leaned closer to his face and gently poked his nose. When he didn't react or move, she went further to poke his lips.
"So red." She commented, with wonderment.
She had never seen a guy with such red lips. She went on to poke his ears, but as she did so, he spoke.
"Had enough, or are there other parts of me, you would like to touch."
Camelia immediately withdrew her hand and stood straight. Her face burning red from the embarrassment of getting caught touching him like a creep.
Ian's eyes opened and he sat up, bringing his legs down from the bed. He glanced at the wall clock just above Camelia's head, before his gaze fell on her.
The room was filled with nothing but silence, Camelia couldn't bare to face him, so her eyes wondered around the room, while Ian sat quietly watching her, like she was some kind of math equation he was trying to solve.
"What is your name?" Ian asked, breaking the silence between them.
Camelia faced him, her eyes meeting his green eyes.
"What?" She asked just staring at him blankly like a little fool.
"Your name girl." his voice was hard this time.
"Camelia," she responded, nervously rubbing her palm behind her.
Saying nothing more, Ian rose from the bed, buttoning up his shirt as his strode towards the door.
"I'll get you a glass of water. Don't move an inch," he said as he as he opened the door and walked out leaving Camelia alone in the room.
Alone with nothing to do, she decided to familiarize herself with the interior of the room. The walls were filled with paintings, various kinds. Just beside the wardrobe, there was a full armor holding a sword. She walked over, standing in front of the armor, her eyes piqued with curiosity.
It almost looked like a person was under it. She opened the helmet, peeking inside. When she tried closing it back, the metal suit suddenly started falling.
"Crap crap..."
Camelia tried pushing it back up, but against it fell the other way, landing with a heavy crash, and knocking an artwork hanging on the wall to the ground with it.
"Oh no,"
She moved to the painting on the ground, and bent down to check if it was damaged or not. And to her horror it was. There was a small tear on the by the side. Small but large enough to be seen.
The painting was that of a woman sitting down. She looked royalty, her black locks of hair cascading down her back her back. Her red lips perfectly her red eyes. She was absolutely resplendent. Camelia's eyes fell on the ring on her ring finger. She was obviously married.
Whoever the artist was, he or she had sure taken precious effort to capture the woman's beauty.
Her eyes fell on the date by the bottom left of the painting.
"1620."
Camelia picked the painting back up, attempting to hang it back in its previous position.
While she was still in the process of doing so, she heard the door shut behind her. She looked back and Ian was standing there, the glass of water in his hand.
His eyes widened when he saw the painting in Camelia's hands, and he immediately speed over to where she stood, throwing the glass to the ground without a care.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?!" He barked at her.
"I'm sorry, It was an accident–"
He snatched the painting from her hands with force, knocking her down to the ground.
"Ahh," Camelia hissed, as she landed on the broken glasses, some digging into her palm.
Without even bothering to spare her a glance, he put the painting back in place, his eyes softened as he gazed at the painting, but his aura immediately turned deadly the next second when he saw the bent on the surface of the art.
His jaw clenched with anger.
"You fucking ruined it," he spun around to face her, only to see her flinching as she pulled a broken glass shed from her palm.
Blood flowed out from the open wound, dripping to the ground, the thick scent instantly hitting Ian hard.
He immediately pinched his nose shut, taking his eyes away from her. His bloodlust coming to the surface.
"Get out. Get out!" His voice was hard and cold as he barked at her to leave.
Camelia stood to her feet. Still thinking he was asking her to leave because he was mad about the painting. She began apologizing again.
"I didn't mean to. I'm sorry, I'm sorr–" her words were cut short, when she saw the that his once green eyes had turned deep, bloody red.
Her eyes widened
in both dread and panic.
"Y-You're a V-Vampire," she stuttered in fear slowly backing away towards the door.