Decisions Ch. 03

Debunk vampire myths, mirror etc.

Vampire royal family

Chapter 1:

My phone's alarm went off, Avicii's Levels blasting out of the tiny but mighty speakers. My serene and restful sleep was ripped away from me. I groaned, opening my eyes and blinking rapidly. "Damn..." I mumbled. The room was bathed in darkness, the sun completely blocked out by my thick curtains. I turned to the left, reaching over to my night stand and swiping my finger on the front screen of my phone, shutting off the alarm. Groaning in relief at the now silence and peace, I rolled back onto my back, resting my head back onto my pillow, snuggling back into the stirring, pleasantly cold body next to me.

"Why do you even set alarms on weekends?" Stasi asked, groggily. "That's so counter-intuitive as to what a weekend is supposed to be."

"I only set it so I don't stay in bed past eleven and know when to wake you up on weekends." I replied, wrapping my arm around her wonderfully pale naked body and pulling her so she was flush against me. I planted a kiss on her temple. "Judging from the time... as well as the alarm, I think it's time for us to wake up."

"You can't break that rule just for one day?" She asked sleepily, shifting the covers over her head to dive back into her little cocoon. I thought about letting her sleep, but then I thought about it from a logical standpoint.

No matter how she pled, I knew that if I gave her the chance, she'd sleep all day and stay up all night. After all, vampires were biologically wired to be nocturnal. Not only was their skin extremely sensitive to the Sun, but there was just something about the Sun's rays that made them sleepy, tired, and lethargic. Vampires had to take prescriptions for certain medications to simply remain cognizant during the day and fall asleep at night.

The memories of Stasi not on such medications brought a nostalgic smile to my face. Even though I thought of those times positively, I certainly didn't want any repeats of the summer vacation of our sophomore year, where I pulled a record number of all nighters with her. We didn't even do that much. We just video chatted on Skype or she snuck onto Viktor's XBox to play video games with me. Although... there was one time where we met up at the park of our old elementary school in the dead of night to play on the playground as if we were five again. That was fun.

"Sorry..." I murmured, peeling back the covers and kissing her once more. "You have five minutes of grace, then i'm ripping open the curtains." That'd wake anybody up for sure, bathing the room in blinding white light. Stasi groaned at the thought of it, wrapping herself back up with a thicker blanket like a burrito to preemptively block out any of the sun's rays.

"Nooo..." She moaned, her voice muffled through the blanket.

"Five minutes." I repeated. My mind said that was the correct answer; to get out of bed, but my body didn't. My muscles were stiff, taut, and sore from yesterday, begging me to stay in bed for at least another hour. My bed was so comfortable, warm, and inviting. It certainly didn't hurt that Stasi was in bed with me. Using exceptional willpower, I slipped out from under my covers, exposing myself to the cool air of my room. I gently swung my legs over, placing the soles of my feet on the soft carpet of my room.

I made to stood up but promptly fell back onto my bed. "Oh!" I gasped, a sharp pain shooting up my hamstring and causing my leg to buckle. Stasi looked up alert, the blanket falling away, and all traces of her sleepiness erased. "What?" She asked, concerned. I rubbed the back of my leg, the taut muscle still twitching. "Nothing." I said. "Just a little banged up from last night." That was an understatement. Judging from the pain, I pulled something.

She looked over me, worriedly. I shivered when I felt her eyes roving over my naked body. Satisfied that I wasn't extremely hurt to the point where i'd have to go see a doctor, the corners of Stasi's mouth slowly upturned in a ghost of a smile. "Banged up from me or the football game?" She questioned, her tone conveying mischievousness, but laden with concern.

"A little bit of both, I guess." I replied, a smile adorning my face as well. I stood up awkwardly, hobbling on one leg to the bathroom. Remember how I said my room wasn't nothing to brag about and how it was actually fairly small? Well, that's without counting the bathroom connected to it. It still wasn't huge, but I mean, come on. I had a bathroom and a shower.

I flicked on the light in my bathroom, shielding my eyes as the room bathed itself in illumination. I hobbled to the sink, bracing myself against it. My sink was separated into two sides, an imaginary border drawn right down the middle. One side had a toothbrush, toothpaste, deodorant, and cologne. The other side had every dental hygiene product known to man, including this exotic fang maintenance floss, and an exorbitant amount of cosmetics (which i'm sure wasn't even required). Want to guess who used which side?

After doing my morning routine, like using the toilet and brushing my teeth, I hobbled back into the dark bedroom. Stasi was awake and still on the bed, rolled on her front, scrolling through her phone and answering missed texts from who were probably her parents. They must've been mildly concerned about how she didn't come home last night.

Speaking of parents, I couldn't wait to have that conversation with mines. I knew they were always secretly encouraging Stasi sleeping over even when we weren't dating, and now that everybody knew that we were... I don't think i'd be able to survive the embarrassment.

I'm surprised they haven't checked in on my room yet. It was nearly noon and they must've been home at the very least.

I hobbled to the bed, leaning on it for support. "Bathroom's all yours." I said. She put her phone to sleep, setting it back on the nightstand. "Thanks. About time you got out of the bathroom. Sheesh. I was just about to go in there and drag you out." She said, rolling off my bed and coming onto her feet. She stretched her naked body like a cat, thrusting her chest out into the air. My mouth dropped open at the sight. "Uh..."

She looked over at me, smiling so hard that her fangs were showing. "Sorry, lyubov." She said, crossing the room and looking into my closet for a change of clothes. It goes to show how often she came over to my house. She had nearly one fourth of her wardrobe taking up half the space in my closet. It certainly took a large amount of trust to leave a couple of your favorite outfits at your best friend's house, that's for sure.

She took out a blouse and miniskirt, inspecting it with a critical eye before tutting. Rummaging back in my closet, she removed a green dress, looking at it appraisingly. Turning around, she held up both the outfits. "Which one, Chris?" She asked, innocently, as if the sight of her naked body wasn't going to completely distract me from making any kind of rational thought.

"Uh... what?" I asked, dumbfounded.

Her eyes shimmering with mirth, she held up both outfits again. "I asked, which outfit? Which one looks better on me, Chris?" She repeated patiently. I was more focused on the work of art those outfits were covering than the outfits themselves!

"What are the outfits for, again?" I asked, getting snapped out of my trance.

"They're for going out, silly. It's Saturday and our first weekend off from school. What? Did you expect us to sit around your room all day and play on the XBox?"

"Uh..." The problem was, that's exactly what I thought we'd do. The back of my leg felt like someone was twisting a hot knife into it. I was sore. I had a couple of bruises. I was tired. You can't blame me for thinking that maybe it wouldn't be such a bad idea to just have a lazy day. "I'd love to go out with you today... it's just that... you know..." I made a weak gesture to my leg and the dark bruises on my thighs, back, and arms.

Catching on, Stasi lowered the outfits. "Oh." She mumbled, guiltily, not taking into account how dinged up I was from yesterday's game. My heart broke at the deflated look that marred her beautiful face. I absolutely couldn't stand it whenever she was anything less than happy.

Maybe it would be a good idea to go out rather than stay cooped up in my room. It'd be our very first date as a couple. It didn't take me long to decide. Making up my mind, I hobbled across the room to stand next to her, going through my closet.

"What are you doing?" She asked.

"Finding a button up that remotely matches with your blouse... it should be somewhere in he-... aha!" I said in triumph, pulling out the sky blue button up from the back of my closet and laying it carefully on my bed.

"What for?"

"For going out, silly. It's Saturday and our first weekend off from school. Did you expect us to sit around our room all day and play on the XBox?" I replied, cheekily. The look of guilt on Stasi's face disappeared, in exchange for a huge and very beautiful grin. With a cry, she wrapped her arms around me, melting herself against me, crushing her wonderful breasts against my chest. "Thanks, Chris. I promise i'll make it up to you." She said, excitably, her Russian accent blending her words.

On super rare occasions, I was like Stasi was in public, reserved and cool, to the point where people incorrectly thought she was condescending. On less rare occasions, Stasi was like me in public, easily excitable, happy, loud, and cheerful. This was one of those rare occasions, and I was liking it.

"You don't have to." I replied, laughing. "I wanted to go out as much as you did. I just had a bout of laziness." Stasi laughed, a wonderfully intoxicating noise, and grabbed onto my hand. "Still. I know how much it must suck being in that much pain and having your girlfriend drag you around." She said. She began to lead me to the bathroom. "Come on, let's get our morning shower out of the way."

"Wait... together?" I asked, confused.

"Well... we are in a drought, unless you want to waste water..." That was all I needed. I was one for saving the environment after all.

I happily followed her. She opened the glass door to my shower, turning it on. It was a pretty decently sized cubicle of glass, large enough for two people to comfortably stand around in while maximizing bodily contact. She walked in first, the powerful showerhead beginning to pour steaming hot water onto her body, soaking her raven hair and making water cascade down her delicious curves.

The sight of her enjoying the water was beautiful and I didn't want to ruin the gorgeous image until she stuck up a chewed down finger-nailed finger, crooking it towards me. "Are you going to join me, dummy?" She asked, amused.

Spurred on by her encouragement, I entered the shower, closing the glass door behind me. I let out a soft sigh when I went under the showerhead, the water managing to get the both of us. The water was piping hot, just the way I liked it. I wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her into me, loving the feel of her naked body pressed against mine. I dipped my face, closing my eyes and passionately kissing her as she wrapped her arms around my neck.

With my hand, I moved them from her waist, running them up and down her back. Her skin was warm and moist from the water, a sharp contrast from her usual peculiar cold body heat. I gently glided my hands up and down her body, massaging and rolling her back, eliciting soft sighs of contentment from her in between our kisses. I was on sensory overload from the feeling of her breasts crushed against my torso, her nipples pleasantly poking into me.

I didn't open my eyes until I felt the pressure disappear, from both my torso and my lips. I found her face only inches from mine, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. She lowered her hands, grabbing onto my cock.

I gasped at the feeling, sending her into a fit of giggles. "Did that surprise you?" She cooed into my ear as she stroked my erect cock. "I've teased you all morning and you haven't made one move. Not one. I've been waiting for you to tackle me for another round... but you just want to be a gentleman, don't you?"

"Why didn't you just say something?" I groaned out, as she removed one of her hands from stroking my cock to play with my balls. "Ooooh." I gasped.

She giggled nervously, kissing me on the cheek. "Because, dummy... that'd be too logical and boring." She gave me another squeeze. "I think i'm getting the hang of this." Even though this was probably one of the first handjobs she's ever given, her experience, or lack thereof, wasn't evident. I was on sensory overload, the feeling of her soft hand sliding up and down my cock, the hot water pouring down the both of us, the closeness of our bodies, the playful atmosphere, it was all nearly too much.

"Oh... damn... Stasi." I moaned. I raised both hands, placing them on the glass to support myself as I felt my orgasm fast approaching. It didn't help that she was picking up the pace, making my breathing more shallow and ragged. "Stasi..." I repeated, more urgently. "I'm going to cum."

"Oh.. are you?" She whispered, her eyes widening. She brought her mouth next to my ear, whispering into it. "I want you to cum for me then, Chris... unless you're just false starting." She gave a nervous giggle, looking back down at her stroking. Her voice sent shivers down my spine. It didn't ooze sex appeal right off the bat. Rather, it had a certain tone of uncertainty that gave it that sexual 'oomph'.

This was so unlike last night, which was complete lust and pure instinct. Rather, this was more toned down, as if we were discovering one another's body for the first time. She was eager to please and just the thought of that made me lose all control I had left. "Oooooh." I grunted, my balls tightening.

Orgasms are wonderful things. All that sleepiness I felt from waking up so late in the morning, all the pain I had in my leg, all the worries I had in my life, it all seemed to disappear in the wake of Stasi's smile as she expertly milked my cock for all the cum I had. My legs shaking at the intensity of it all, I leaned back on the cold glass wall, my cum shooting out of my cock and splattering on Stasi's belly, who yelped in surprise.

It took a while for me to come down from cloud nine, winding down from the tsunami of endorphins. I sighed in relief, opening my eyes, and looking at Stasi. She was looking at my cum on her skin, still surprised at the suddenness of my orgasm. Using her finger, she scraped off a dollop of cum off her belly, bringing it up to her eye and inspecting it, almost as if she was a high school student examining a biology specimen under a microscope. Go figure.

"So that's what it looks like up close...didn't get a good enough look last night." She murmured. She tentatively inserted her fingers into her mouth, sucking the cum off clean, and making my eyes widen in surprise.

"Stasi? What are you doing?" I asked.

"Tasting it." She replied nonchalantly, as if it was the most obvious answer in the world. She pulled her finger out of her mouth, giving me a thoughtful look. "So that's how it tastes..." She murmured, thoughtfully. "It wasn't as bad as I thought it'd be. I actually quite like it."

I was too much in shock to think on that, much less give a reply.

Chapter 2:

It wasn't long before Stasi announced it was time to leave. The hot water was making her soft hands prune. I limped out of the shower first, stretching my shoulders and sighing in relief. The hot water and Stasi's attention had done wonders, giving me just that little bit of relief. I gently massaged my taut shoulder muscles with my right hand, reaching for one of the two burgundy towels with my left.

I held it over my shoulder at her, which she promptly grabbed as soon as she shut off the water. As she stepped out of the glass cubicle drying her hair, I couldn't help but avert my eyes a little bit, shyly. It was all so new to me. Her body, this relationship, everything. Unfortunately, she saw me in the mirror as she leaned over in the sink, taking my shy gaze at the floor as a brooding, thinking look. "Chris?" She asked softly, turning around.

Even though it was one word, it certainly had a lot of meaning behind it. She was asking me a multitude of questions, whether it was if I was expressing regret over falling in love with a vampire, any cold feet in our relationship, any disappointments I had in her body, anything really. I looked up, taking in the sight of her staring back at me with those wide eyes. I realized that I will never regret falling in love with her, human or not. She was beautiful, sexy, gorgeous, witty, funny, smart, loving, every single goddamn adjective in the book.

"Yeah?" I replied, a smile on my face and a loving gaze fixed on her reflection. I wasn't sure where the myth that vampires don't have reflections came from. It's a blatantly incorrect and over exaggerated stereotype... although, I guess most stereotypes were incorrect and over exaggerated.

Her worried expression morphed into a relieved smile. She turned around to face the mirror, peering at me from it with her crystal blue eyes. "Nothing." She said, looking down at the sink to avoid the piercing gaze of my brown eyes. So little said, yet so much meant. See what I mean? We barely said three words to each other and we already hurdled our first insecurities in our relationship. God, I loved this girl. I adjusted the towel so it was tighter around my waist, exiting the bathroom and leaving her to brush her teeth and slather copious amounts of sunscreen on her body in preparation for our date.

Coming back into the bedroom, I shrugged on a pair of boxers and struggled with some khaki shorts. Every time I tried to lift one leg into the shorts, my calf exploded in pain. It took me a few more tries, but I managed to get them on. I was just finishing buttoning my shirt when the bathroom door opened with Stasi coming out and flicking off the light.

"Oh. You're already dressed." She said, her creamy skin flushed. She looked absolutely adorable with her hair done in a long ponytail and her towel up and around her body like a burgundy dress.

"Sorry... I didn't know if you wanted to change together or not."

I nearly bit my tongue off, cringing at what I just said. I could already feel my cheeks burning in embarrassment. The kicker was, I knew exactly why everything was suddenly so awkward. Even though we had sex just last night and fooled around in the shower, it was almost like I was just realizing that she was... a girl. Well, of course I knew Stasi was a woman, if her womanly parts told me anything. But somewhere in my mind, it just didn't register when I was growing up with her. It was somewhere in there, repressed under thousands of thoughts, memories, and dreams.

Now, it was all coming to the surface in a rush.

"Oh." Stasi, replied awkwardly. "Er..."

A moment of silence overcame the both of us, before I finally spoke. "I'm going to ah... open the... curtains. Ye' have been warned." I said, in a half hearted pirate accent. I was trying to do anything to evade the awkwardness, even if it meant tearing my eye

Stasi smiled at that one, picking up her outfit on the bed. "I'll change in the poop deck then." She said, turning back into the bathroom. "Don't want to burn my skin off." I was still too busy berating myself over what I said earlier that I didn't even bother to correct her that the poop deck wasn't even the bathroom on a pirate ship. The door closed softly behind her and it took me only half a second to start missing her presence. I was in love with her after all.

I shifted my eyes to the heavy curtains. I didn't want to open them because I didn't want to get my retinas burned off by the sun. Sometimes, I could've sworn I was a vampire myself. Against my own better judgement, I walked over to them, grasping them and tearing them away from each other. Given the darkness of the room, I was momentarily blinded by the sunlight filtering in through my window. I looked out the window at our street once I was finished blinking the spots out of my eyes. My breath slowly caught in my throat. It was a beautiful day outside.