What The Catalogue Doesn't Tell
Keywords: Catalogue, Doesn't, The, What, Tell,
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I run into a thief and fall to the floor, dead. He had a knife out, and I ran straight into it. The last thing I hear is Vincent screaming, "NO!" However, my dream does not end there. He storms towards the thief, almost flying to him. He says, or growls is a better term, "You shall pay for what you have done!" As he"s yelling this, he appears to have really long canines, fangs really, and they glisten in the moonlight. When he breaks the thief"s neck, he is grinning wickedly as he lets him drop to the ground. Then, I awake.
I sit up in bed, and it"s dark outside. It seems like I wasn"t out for that long, but when I look at the clock, I realize that I slept the entire day away. I was getting really hungry, so I climb out of bed and get dressed. Looking through my fridge, I don"t find anything appetizing, so I decide to make some pasta. I turn on the radio so the house isn"t dead quiet. I decided to do my make-up while I"m waiting for the water to boil, and I listen to my messages. Just a few friends with boring news and then, Vincent. I jump at hearing his voice and become very angry with myself for missing his call. I call him back, and he tells me he"ll leave as soon as he gets off the phone. I finish primping myself and decide to make enough pasta for two. As soon as everything is done cooking, my doorbell rings. I open the door and wrap my arms around him, and his hands rest on my waist,
"Hey, sexy. Did you miss me?" My mood improved and my dream is pushed out of my head as soon as I heard his voice.
"Wow, I wasn"t expecting that kind of welcome," he gives me his sexy smile.
"I"m sorry. I…" I am cut off by his kiss.
"It"s alright, Taylor. It was a really good thing." He lifts me up and brings us inside, our bodies pressed against each other.
"Are you hungry? I cooked." I laugh as he places me on the floor again.
"Actually, beautiful, I just ate."
"Oh, okay." I start to pout. He kisses me and sucks on my lower lip for a few seconds.
"No pouting. I never said I wouldn"t have some."
A smile lights up my face again. "Really? You don"t have to have much, and I added some stuff to the sauce…"
He places his fingers on my lips to hush me. "Let"s eat, sweetheart."
Automatically, a certain thought goes through my head. I would love for him to eat…eat me, in fact. He gets this wicked look on his face as if he knows what I"m thinking.
When we"re done, we sit on my couch cuddling. He tells me that he really liked it, and then, we fell into a very comfortable silence.
"You know, you never gave me a tour of your house."
I"d like to give him a tour of my bedroom.
"How about we do that another time, sexy. I ate too much." I laugh and he agrees. We"d probably be safer at his house. I"m too comfortable here and too willing to take him to bed. If we were at his place, I"d have even more self-control.
"Taylor, are you alright?"
"Yeah. Let"s go dancing. I"ll just go change, and then I"ll be ready to go." Or I could just strip for you right here, rip your pants off, and ride you right here. Okay, this is getting bad. I need out of here! Although, it does seem like he wouldn"t mind watching me change. No! Not now, not yet. It"s too soon.
He kisses me and tells me to go change.
"I"ll be right here, love."
I bite down on my lower lip as I walk away.
I choose a pair of tight, black leather pants and a dark purple tank top. I walk back down to the living room and tell him I"m ready to go.
"You are breath-taking. I think we should stay right here," he smiles at me.
"And why do you say that?"
"Because I"m going to have to fight off every single guy in whichever club we go to."
I laugh and take his hand, getting ready to pull him up. He, instead, pulls me onto his lap, and I could tell he wanted me as bad as I wanted him. I bite down on my lower lip again and he kisses me.
"You are everything I have ever wanted in life, Taylor."
How did this get so serious all of a sudden? I don"t want to laugh it off, but what do I say? I get up and try to pull him up.
"Come on, Vincent, let"s go."
He follows me outside, and I drive.
I"m not sure where I want to go, so I ask him where he"s in the mood to be.
"Anywhere as long as I"m with you," is his answer.
I drive around for a while until I decide on one of the popular clubs in town. It"s one that a few of my friends have been to and have recommended to me. It opened up about a month ago, and I never got around to checking it out. I park and look at Vincent. He doesn"t even look like he"s planning to get out of the car, so I make the first move. As I"m getting out, I ask him if he"s planning to stay in the car all night, and we both laugh. We get in, and there are four different floors. One playing techno, one playing dark wave, another one playing hip-hop, and the last, it seemed was a mix of all three. The "rave" was all the way downstairs and what stood out the most were the glow sticks. The dark wave floor was right about it, and the main floor was hip-hop. We decide to go upstairs after we get our drinks. After over an hour of dancing, I begin to get bored. All the music sounds the same, and I find myself wondering why this is such a "hot spot". I start to plan meeting with advertisers in my head about how to attract more attention to my clubs. Before I know it, Vincent is taking me onto the roof.
"Thinking business, sweet?" he smiles sweetly.
Once again, I have the feeling he is reading my mind.
"I could read it all over your face inside, Taylor. We don"t have to stay here if you"re not enjoying yourself."
"No, we"re fine here…"
"But?"
"But I just don"t see what the big fuss about this place is. I mean, I know it"s new and what not, but the music is so repetitive."
He starts to laugh, and I realize I"m making a face. We decide to leave, but instead of going somewhere else, we take a walk.
"It"s a beautiful night out, and the moon is breath-taking." I look up at the star-filled sky and stop in my tracks.
"Full moons always make the sky more stunning," he smiles at me.
I suddenly get the feeling that we"re being watched, and when I look at Vincent, he"s looking behind us, with a some-what predatory gaze in his eyes.
"Vincent?" He doesn"t answer me; he doesn"t even seem to hear me. Then, he grabs my hand and tells me we should go. I"m really confused now, and a chill goes down my spine. Our pace is no longer nice and relaxing but quick and crisp. As we get closer to my car, he asks me if he could drive. Reluctantly, I give him the keys to my baby, and we speed off. The further away we get, the calmer he grows.
"What was that all about?" I ask when I get back to my senses. I notice that we"re heading the opposite direction of my home. "And where are we going?" Still no answer. I place my hand on his arm, and when he turns to look at me, his eyes are ice cold and gold in color. I quickly remove my hand and practically hug the passenger"s door. I close my eyes, and when I look at him again, his eyes are that warm brown again and the look on his face isn"t hard anymore.
"What were you saying, dear?" he asks sweetly.
I close my eyes again, not sure if my mind was playing tricks on me or what. I get up the courage to ask my questions again.
He tells me that he heard someone following us while we were walking, and if they had a car nearby, he didn"t want to lead them to my home. He tells me I"m safe now, and he will always keep me safe. I let it slide, not knowing what to think. We drive back to my place, and I"m not sure I want him to come inside with me. It"s not because of the sexual tension because, although it was still there, the events of the night placed those thoughts to the back of my mind. He follows me in; I don"t stop him. I walk over to my radio and turn it on. "Slept So Long" by Jay Gordon of Orgy starts playing. Next will be "Cold" by Static X. I guess I didn"t lose that CD after all. I lay down on the sofa while he sits on the love seat, no words passing between us. I should ask him to leave so I can get some sleep. This night was just too freaky.
I close my eyes, trying to straighten out everything in my head. He sits there, not saying a word. Things have gotten weird ever since I first saw him. At first, it was just little things here and there, then it was my attitude and my dreams, and now, tonight. I don"t know what to make of it; I don"t think there is anything I can make of it. I sigh, and I hear him walk over to me. When I open my eyes, he is sitting on the floor near me. He moves the hair from my face and just looks at me. Finally, he speaks.
"Taylor, what"s on your mind?" he looks concerned.
I don"t answer, and he doesn"t press me. What am I supposed to tell him, that I"m not sure I want him in my life? No, I can"t do that. It"s not what I want, right? If he is the cause of all of this, in a way, I brought all of this upon myself. I showed interest.
"Taylor?" his sexy voice cuts into my thoughts.
"Hmm?" I look into his eyes.
"What"s on your mind?"
"Nothing. It"s just been a long night, and it"s finally hitting me." I hope my lying has gotten better with him, although it isn"t a complete lie.
He stands and I sit up.
"It"s getting late anyway; I should go."
I walk him to the door and head to my bedroom. My thoughts are still a mess, and instead of trying to figure them out, I decide to sleep.
My night is filled with horrid dreams. I"m being attacked and there is no one else in sight. As I am forced to the ground, my attacker is pulled off me by non other than Vincent. It sounds like he"s growling, and when a knife is pulled, I scream. Vincent breaks my attacker"s wrist and looks at me, with his fangs bared. I awake with a start.
Why is it that in all my nightmares he"s a vampire? It"s just weird. I don"t know. It might just be because of the red wine he"s always drinking. I look at the time and see that it"s still early. I make myself something to eat and think about going to see Vincent.
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Keywords: Catalogue, Doesn't, The, What, Tell,