Kidnapped By The Vampire Prince

“I am calm!” I burst, swiping the candy out of his hand. When I realized how much my words contradicted my motions, I ducked my head. After a moment, I started laughing. “Vincent, you’re the only one who can get me so easily riled up.”

“Thank you.”

“It wasn’t exactly a compliment.”

“I’m going to take it as one.”

I shook my head, smiling. “Just drive.”

He gave me a sarcastic look. “What do you think I’m doing? Rollerblading?”

“I…” My response died in my throat when an image of Vincent rollerblading rolled into my head. I quickly covered my mouth to hide my grin, turning to face the window. That was something I had to see.

The rest of the drive to the movie theaters was silent. I’d tried listening to the radio, but quickly learned Vincent wasn’t the one for music. At least the music they played on the radio. I couldn’t blame him though- even I got tired with all the rap that played nowadays. So we settled for silence. It wasn’t an awkward silence. Quite the opposite. For once, it was a comfortable silence.

When we arrived at the cinema, we stuffed our Taco Bell into my backpack, deciding it was the best way to sneak it in. Surprisingly, we managed to agree on a movie. As much as I wanted to drag Vincent into a dramcom, I enjoyed the Fast and Furious series, and apparently so did Vincent.

“Umm, two tickets to Fast Five,” I ordered, leaning in to the ticket window.

The worker in it smiled handsomely at me, shaking his blonde bangs out of his face. His green eyes narrowed in confusion as he took me in. “Two?”

“Yeah…?” Couldn’t he see Vincent? I turned my head slowly, doing a double take when I realized no one was there. Confused, I looked around. Vincent had disappeared. “Uh…” Where was he? He didn’t mention anything about going anywhere! He had the money! He wasn’t ditching me, was he?

My heart sunk in my chest a little. Was all this really just a joke? Immediately disappointment washed through me. As much as I hated to admit it, I was actually excited about this being a date. I guessed I should have known better. Biting my lip, I returned my attention back to the worker. “Um, actually…”

“I get off in five minutes,” he informed me.

My eyes widened a fraction. Was this guy hitting on me? He smiled flirtatiously. I stared back at him, unable to form a coherent response. I wasn’t used to having random guys flirting with me.

“Two tickets,” a hard voice ordered.

I jumped in shock, twirling to see Vincent behind me again, a bucket of popcorn in his hands. Relief flooded me and I let my shoulders sag. I really needed to break my pessimistic habit.

“Coming right up,” the man in the box said, a little bit bitterly.

Vincent glanced at me, his lips in a tight line. “Hold the popcorn,” he ordered, pushing it into my arms.

“Sure,” I mumbled, taking it from him. I knew that look. It was the same one he got when I called for Sebastian and not him. His jealous look. Once more I found myself hiding a smile from him.

“Let’s go,” he demanded when he got the tickets from the worker. “Shit. I was gone five minutes and that idiot tried asking you out?”

I quickly followed him. “He probably just felt bad…”

“Doubt it.”

“Why?”

He gave me a flat look. “It’s not like you’re the ugliest girl on the planet.”

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I half-smiled at him. That was probably supposed to be a compliment, but it sounded more like an insult. “Thanks.”

“You know what I mean,” he responded unhappily.

“You can’t use your excuse of me being your responsibility on this,” I taunted, making sure to keep a few steps away from him in case he lashed out.

He turned to give me a mocking look. “If you’re implying that I’m jealous, I am.”

“Yes you are- wait, what?”

He laughed through his nose. “You should know. Didn’t I say you were my source of entertainment? I’m not letting anyone take you away, silly human.”

I gaped at him for a moment. He responded by moving closer to me. So close our noses were almost touching. My breath caught in my throat at his vicinity. “W-what?” I forced out in a shaky breath.

“I was just thinking that if you were a vampire we probably wouldn’t be friends,” he said simply, moving away. “It’s a good thing you’re different.”

I let out a whoosh of air, suddenly feeling tired. My heart was pounding in my chest. I gritted my teeth in frustration. Why was Vincent having this effect on me? He was a vampire. I used to be terrified of them! Now I couldn’t even keep my composure while he was near? And what was with those comments of his? I wasn’t a plaything! I was a human girl!

“Keep up, Emily. You might miss the theater.”

I hurried after him, dispelling my thoughts. I could worry about those things later. For the moment, I was going to enjoy my date with Vincent. It probably wouldn’t happen again for a long time.

We entered theater seven just as the previews started playing. Thanks to the random timing of the day, we had the dark theater to ourselves. Although I wasn’t sure to be happy or worried about that. I didn’t want Vincent going all vampire on me and trying to suck my blood while I was engaged by the movie… The thought made me gulp. I shot a surreptitious look at the back of his head. He wouldn’t do that… would he?Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

“Want to sit at the top?”

“Sure,” I responded quickly, ashamed at my thoughts. It wasn’t like he was some bloodthirsty monster.

We climbed the dark steps to the top, scooting through the tiny aisle until we were in the middle seats. Vincent collapsed into one of them, motioning for me to sit in the adjacent one. Obeying his gesture, I dropped into the seat, letting my backpack fall to the floor. “Want your food?” I asked.

He nodded. “I’m starving.”

“Umm, how often do you need to drink… you know,” I mumbled vaguely, handing him the bag from Taco Bell.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Use the bathroom? Just as much as you.”

I grimaced. “That’s not what I mean.”

“Then what do you mean?” he questioned, a knowing look slipping onto his face.

My eyes narrowed. “You know what I mean!”

“Drinking-”

“Yes!”

“Water?” he finished innocently.

Heaving out a puff of air in disbelief, I crossed my arms. “Never mind.”

“Twice a week,” he notified me. “Don’t worry. I won’t tell you when or what I’m doing.”

“Thanks,” I replied, focusing my attention on my knee. Why did I feel bad now? It wasn’t like he disgusted me. Did he think that? “Just so you know, I know you have to do that to survive, so it’s not you that disturbs me.”

“I don’t?”

“Well you do, but in a different way.”

“Jerk.”

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes at him. This time I was positive he was joking. There was no way I was going to respond to him mocking me. “The movie’s starting.”

“I love car chases,” he said contently.

“I love Han.”

“You’re such a girl. Going to see a movie for a guy.”

I nudged his side with my elbow. “No! I like car chases as much as you. Han was just awesome. Well is I guess. He’s alive in this movie.”

“Shh,” he hushed me. “I’m trying to watch a movie.”

“But-”

“Shh!”

I pursed my lips, turning to face the screen. I was never going on another date with a vampire.

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