My Bloodsucking Prince

Have you ever walked home feeling like someone was watching you? I did on the day I was kidnapped by Niall and kept captive as him and his friends food source. Vampires, they're all vampires. I'm reunited with my middle school bully and everything changes for the worse. Will I ever be the same again?

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8. Chapter 8

I woke up to a silent house, staring the the pink wall that I woke up facing. The boys must have already left for work, or maybe they were still asleep. I sat there in a trance, thinking about what my day would be like. I would probably have to clean and do other chores, this house was flooded with trash, everything was covered in dust, and the window were dirty with cob webs and dust bunnies. I escaped my long trance of nothingness and realised I had to pee. I got up, walked into the bathroom, and shut the door softly behind me. I did my business and washed my hands. I look up at the mirror to see a huge, red, bulky pimple right in between my eyes.

"Holy Wiper Snappers!" I said out load.

I leaned in closer to the mirror to take a better look at my new "friend". It was definitely ready to pop with a huge white head just sitting there. I squeeze with my fingers, leaving a red, irritated looking dot in between my face.

"Well, that sure is awesome." I sarcastically remark.

My stomach growls like a hungry lion, telling me it's time for breakfast. I walk out of the bathroom, grabbing a pair of neon pink socks and slip them on quickly. I walk out of the room, shutting all the doors behind me. The sound of light snoring catches my attention as I pass Niall's bedroom door that was opened just a crack. I poked my head into the room to find Niall peacefully sleeping away in his comfy bed. I walked into him manly scented room, accidentally stepping on a pair of his dirty underwear.

"Ewww, that is nasty!" I whispered loudly, jumping off like a rabbit to an empty spot of the messy floor beside the bed.

I look down to sleeping Niall. I stood still beside the messy bed, breathing as quite and slow as possible so I wouldn't wake him. His soft snoring had quiet down into a controlled breathing, being the only thing I could hear.

"You know I'm awake now." He blurted, eyes staying closed.

His deep, sleepy voice made me jump out of my socks, hand clenching my chest to control my heart from popping out of my body.

"Goodness Niall, you scared me half to death!" I giggled.

"I know, I can hear your heart beating all the way from here."

He sat up from his lying position, letting the comforter slide down his shirtless chest into his lap. I tried not to stare at his perfectly toned biceps, but my eyes just would not pry away. My breath got caught in my throat as he lifted his large hands up to his face to rub his eyes, exposing his flat stomach. Standing there like an idiot with jaw dropped and eyes widened, I mentally slapped myself to get it together and changed my face expression to normal before he finished rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He plopped his hands in his lap, blinking his eyes a bit, then glancing into mine. His blue gems were a beautiful, ocean water color, anyone could easily get hypnotized in them, since they had this great effect upon me.

"Sit with me." Niall patted the empty spot on the mattress next to him.

Listening to his orders, I crawled on my hands and knees across the end of the bed and sat down criss crossed with hands in lap facing him, my back toward the couch. Niall leaned back onto the bed post and started speaking.

"Did you sleep well?" He asked.

"I slept amazingly, how about you?"

"Ehh, I slept ok. I went to bed late last night waiting for Harry to return home, and I had to do other things to do."

The sound of Harry's name sent shivers up my spine.

"Why were you waiting for Harry?" I asked.

"To make sure he wouldn't try anything." His face was full of concern and his reasoning was clear to me.

"So, Louis told you what happened?" My head fell forward with disgust, my thumbs running over my healed wrist and the memory of that tragic event playing through my head like a horror movie.

"Yea, he told all of us after you were asleep. Listen, I'm sorry I wasn't there when you called for me. I promise that next time I will try my best to stop him from hurting you like that, if I can." He rubbed circles on my bent knee, making me feel better by the second.

I nodded my head in agreement and looked at him, changing the subject.

"What time do you have to go to work?"

"One" he answered.

"When are you going to be back?"

"About five, maybe later. It all depends on the traffic."

He glanced over to the black alarm clock that read 10:37 in red light.

"I have a couple of hours until I have to get ready. Liam and Zayn probably left at 9, and Louis works the morning shift at 8'"

"What about Harry?" curiosity came over me. "When does he leave?"

"Umm..." He sat there thinking for awhile. "I'm actually not sure, he's barely home really. He stays with Bailey most of the time during the day, he only comes home to sleep."

"Is she a vampire?"

"Nope, she is definitely human. He brings her over sometimes, but I don't really like her. She has a very annoying personality and she always flirts with me. She doesn't know we're vampires, I don't think she does at least."

"Ahh, cool beans."

Niall laughed "Cool beans huh? I've never heard anyone ever say that in the 80 years I've been alive."

80 years!? Holy Wiper Snappers, Niall kinda old!

"80 years? How old were you when they changed you into a vampire?" I asked

"Sixteen, not much older than you are now actually."

"What happened?"

"Uhh, long story. I'll explain some other time." What ever had happened must have been tragic cause he sounded like he didn't want to talk about it.

At that moment, my stomach made another loud, dying whale sound, making my eyes pop and my hand fly to my tummy. Niall glanced at my stomach and laughed quietly.

"Woah, someone is hungry this morning. C'mon, let's get some breakfast." He motioned his hand to the door and we both got up and walked out of his room.

Niall lead the way downstairs and into the kitchen. There at the island sat Harry with his face deep into his phone. With his brown curls sprawled in different directions and being shirt less, it seemed that he had just woken up. I ignored his presence by going to the cabinet and pulled out a clean glass for myself, then walking to the double door fridge and poured myself a tall glass of apple juice.

"Hey, don't drink my Apple juice. I bought that for myself." Harry's voice chipped in.

I rolled my eyes and turned around and gave him the death glare, extremely annoyed about how childish he had sounded.

"Harry, if I'm going to be your guys' food bag, the least you could do is let me have a cup of Apple juice and not cry about it." I snapped and took a sip, showing him I wasn't going to listen.

He had no come back to my true statement, so he glared his green eyes at me for a few seconds then returned his gaze back to his phone which had notified him that he got a text.

"I got to get ready for work or I'm going to be late." Harry got up from the stool and walked toward the doorway, stopping when he got close to me. "Oh, and by the way, your little friend is winking at me. You might want to take care of that." He winked devilishly and walked out of the kitchen and stomped up the stairs.

My jaw dropped in shock. Was it that noticeable? I brought my free hand to my face to feel that my pimple was a swollen bump sitting on my face.

"Is it that noticeable?" I asked Niall.

He looked over to me from across the kitchen were he was pouring cereal into bowls.

"Yea... sorta.." He was hesitant to answer.

"Aww man! Uuggg! I hate acne!" I kicked my foot against the fridge.

"Hey, it's totally normal, it's just one of those things you have to deal with. Can you grab the milk out of the fridge for me?" He asked

"Yea." I opened the fridge quickly, the cold air hitting my face, sending goose bumps onto my neck. I scan the shelves with my eyes until I come to find blood bags pulled on the middle shelf. There had to be about a couple dozen in here, possibly more. I picked up a red bag and held it in my hand, flipping it on its back side to a white sticker with the words "NIALL: THURSDAY" written in sloppy, black marker.

"Uhh, Niall.." I turn my head to see him grabbing spoons.

"Hmmm" he responded, head kept down.

"Why do you have blood bags in your fridge?"

His head shot up to the sound of blood. He closed the drawer and walked over to were I was. He took the bag out of my grasp and read the label.

"Well, since your not always going to be awake or around when we eat, we took some of your blood for the week last night before we headed to bed. You don't remember because Louis compelled you to forget." He placed the "Thursday" bag back into its original spot and grabbed the one for "Monday".

"It was quiet funny actually, you smacked Liam in the face when he tried getting the needle in your arm. Luckily he didn't lash out on you, he usually has a bad temper." Niall said.

"Liam has a bad temper?" This surprised me, he seemed like the type of person who wouldn't even hurt a fly.

"Yes. But he has been working on it through physical activity, that is why he is at the gym all the time."

"Ahh, okay"

I thought hard to find the memory of last night, but I found nothing. All I remember is going to bed then waking up this morning perfectly fine. I usually never slap people, that really surprised me. I was probably really grumpy, I get like that sometimes when I'm tired. I shook my head to clear my thoughts and come back to reality. I grabbed the gallon of milk and handed it to Niall.

"Thank you ma'am." He took it and poured the white liquid into the bowls.

He set the blood bag in front of his chair at the island, claiming his spot. He brought both bowls to the islands and sat down. I walked over with my drink in hand and sat down next to him, our knees touching. I watched him take the first bite of his cinnamon toast crunch and started eating myself. The cinnamon goodness danced along my tongue while the cold milk made the cereal sweeter.

I was half way finished with my bowl when Niall decided to drink from the bag. He twisted the plastic lid off and placed the tip between his lips, sucking down a third of the blood in less than 10 seconds. He put back on the lid and threw the bag on the counter.

Utter disgust was expressed on my face. I swear, that had to be the most disgusting thing I've ever had to watch. Drinking a humans blood right in front of the forced donor. Niall looked over at me with out a care in the world in his tone.

"What? Would you rather me slash your wrist open with my teeth or drink from the bag?" He asked.

"Uhh.. I am very thankful you didn't slash my wrist open, but seriously, how can you drink that stuff like it's water, its kinda gross to watch." I explained

He shrugged his shoulders, "It must be a vampire thing."

Before I could say anything, we were interrupted when Harry walked into the kitchen. He noticed the blood bag sitting on the counter and excitement filled his eyes.

"YES! I've been waiting for my supply ever since she's gotten here!" His voice was filled with joy, which annoyed me.

He walked to the fridge, grabbing his bag out for the day, twisted the top off, and took a sip.

"Mmmm...." He moaned, closing his eyes "This tastes pretty good, but to be honest with you, it tasted much better from the vain."

He was dressed in his work clothes, which consisted of brown slacks and a black, button up, long sleeved shirt. The room was filled with the aromas of his cologne and the smell of a freshly taken shower.

"Well thanks, I guess." I said

He took another sip and continued to speak.

"Well, I'll see you guys later. After work, I'm bringing Bailey over for dinner. Make sure Louis doesn't burn anything this time. Oh yea, and Gabs, don't worry, you two will just get along lovely since your Louis "sister" and everything." He sarcastically remarked.

"We will be here at 7ish, make sure the house is clean. My room needs to be vacuumed and dusted, I need my laundry done and folded, just place them on my bed-which needs to be made with clean sheets. Here is my list of chores that need to be done."

He grabbed out a folded piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to me. I kept it folded and placed it in my hoodie pocket.

"Niall, Gabriele, Gabriele's friend." He waved goodbye with his keys in hand, leaving with the blood bag. I waited until the front door to shut before saying anything.

"Wow, he isn't going to leave me alone is he? And now I have to clean his room, ewww. Who knows what I'm going to find in there." I shivered, completely grossed out at the thought.

"Well, that is Harry for ya!" He shook his head and grabbed my hand from off the counter and intertwined out fingers together, which fitted perfectly with each other. I smirked at home sweet Niall acted towards me.

"Niall, why do you always hold my hand?" I asked shyly. "I mean, people usually hold hands if there dating, which we aren't."

"Were not dating, that is true." He replied, his husky voice speaking smoothly. "I know you like Liam, it's very obvious by the way your cheeks turn that adorable pink color when he speaks to you. I know you like me too, and I'm the one who found you first, so I need to show you I like you and that you belong to me in a way that everyone will see." He squeezed my hand gently.

I belong to him? What is this, I found her and now she is my property. I can see now that I'm just a piece of property to him they just need me for food and to clean house. But, Niall does make me feel loved and needed, and I do have a crush on him, even if it's a little one. The words fly out of my mouth with no one stopping them.

"Your right Niall. 100% correct. I do like you." I whisper "But I'm also your very own food supply and maid. You only need me for cleaning and eating and I don't feel like anything more than that. If I'm wrong, prove it to me." I look at him with anger in my eyes.

"I will, just not now." He replied.

"Fine, then leave me a list of things that need to be done and tell me when the other boys will get home." I got up, leaving Niall alone in the kitchen and walked out of the room, heading upstairs. Maybe what I said will sink into his dead skull.

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