The Good Girl's Vampire Bad Boy

You have your typical bad boy.

Well, I have my typical vampire bad boy.

My name is Desiree Johanns and I am going to tell you about the good girl's vampire bad boy.

Author's Note: There will be some mature (*coughs) scenes in this story. But nothing too extreme, trust me. That's a promise.


10. Chapter Seven: Begging the Cavallo

Lady Cavallo turned around and handed me a peach-colored dress. I smiled and said, "Thank you, Lady Cavallo." She smiled back at me and said, "Don't worry, dear. I'm sure you're a good person. You are always welcomed here, Lucille, or even is that your name?"

My eyes widened at her question. The warm smile was still present on her lips. She shook her head and said, "You can tell me, dear. I won't tell." I looked at her not sure if she was telling the truth or not. Could I really trust her?

"It is a law of the vampire world that humans are inferior to the vampire race. As long as you stay inside and don't go out, you are safe," she said, taking out a silver necklace out of her drawer. I stood there weighing out my options. I was here to find Destanie and mom. I needed to go outside. 

Lady Cavallo touched my arm and said, "As lovely as you look in my son's shirt, I believe the dress will be more suitable for dinner." I blushed bright red and went into the bathroom to change. I looked at myself in the mirror and admired how simple, yet, elegant the dress was. It made me look like a princess. Every girl likes to feel like a princess.

I came out and Lady Cavallo clapped her hands. "Wonderful!" She exclaimed and gestured for me to turn around so she could put the necklace around my neck. She clasped on the necklace and said, "Beautiful."

She was about to open the door when I suddenly said, "Desiree." She turned around looking at me. I fidgeted with my fingers and said, "My name is Desiree Johanns. I'm Brahms' friend from Willowdale High School." She nodded and said, "Well, then, it's nice to meet you, dear Desiree. Do you know what your name means in French and Latin?"

I shook my head. I didn't really care.

"It means 'desired one'," she said, and grabbed my hand pulling me to the dining room. Brahms and his father were in a very heated and serious conversation. The second Lady Cavallo and I stepped into the room, the men turned to us. Lord Cavallo smiled at me and said, "I see that my wife has given you a 'makeover', not that you needed any. Come, Lucille." He offered me his hand and I took it. He slid out a chair for me and I sat down thanking him. "You are most welcomed, dear. But we will soon have someone to join our dinner." As soon as Lord Cavallo finished his words, a young girl with light blonde hair came in. She looked human to me. A bright smile appeared on her lips and her eyes sparkled when she looked at Brahms. She opened her arms and ran to him. I watched as he wrapped his arms tightly lifting her up from the ground.

Brahms smiled at the girl and said, "Good to see you again, Madelene." She tiptoed and placed a light kiss on his cheek.

"It's good to see you too, Brahms," she said, smiling widely. Then she turned to the rest of us. Her eyes narrowed at the sight of me.

"Madelene, this is Lucille, "Lord Cavallo said, gesturing to me.

Madelene took a deep breath and asked, "Shall we have dinner?" I found her incredibly rude and bitter toward me. But.........those pretty blue eyes of hers only soften at Brahms. I knew exactly what was the cause of her bitterness. It was so see-through. But I wondered if Brahms knew? What is she to him? There are three things that a person could be to someone; Friend, family, or lover? Madelene's intentions were crystal clear. 

Dinner was served and I was surprised to find the dinner bloodless. I actually believed that vampire would mix blood into everything they eat and drink, thanks to movie theory. Nobody said anything further, well, except for Madelene, who's giggling and talking non-stop to Brahms as he ate. Once in awhile, she'd throw me a glare. I didn't respond to her glares. Why should I? I would be leaving this place as soon as possible and look for my family. Why do I need to pay attention to a desperate teen girl like her? I was educated and taught better. I had my pride and dignity. I would never scoop so low just for something I knew wasn't possible.

"So Lucille, do play an instrument?" Lord Cavallo asked after he wiped his mouth with his napkin. I looked up at him and nodded. I did. I played the flute. Destanie was the pianist of our family. I remembered Destanie talking to me about majoring in music instead of Business.

"The flute," I answered smiling at him.

Lady Cavallo clasped her hands once and said, "That's wonderful! Will you play for us after dinner?" I looked at everyone, I didn't miss the evil eye Madelene was giving me, though.

How pitiful!

I looked at  Lady Cavallo and said, "Of course, I would gladly play for you." I was not going to let this Madelene push me around or treat me like dirt.


I was given a nice room. Apparently, Brahms' parents thought it would be inappropriate from a young woman like me to stay in their son's room. I agreed. I sat down on the bed and thought of tonight. I played the flute for Brahms' parents. They were impressed and suggested that I should major in Music. Madelene, on the other hand was hostile toward me. I was still curious about Madelene. She was human and what was she doing here? I was not jealous of her or anything. It was pure curiosity. 

I wanted to talk to Brahms after dinner, but Lady Cavallo took me to my room right away. I nibbled on my nails as I thought about Destanie and mom. I was clueless on where they could be. Feeling as if time was running out, I opened my bedroom door and looked for Brahms. I knew he could help me. I knew he would. He might need a little persuading, fortunately, I can be very persuasive when I want to be. I walked down the hallways and got a bit frustrated on where he could be. 

Then I saw the familiar blood red door. A smile appeared on my lips, I walked to it and knocked. I waited for a respond from him. I frowned when nothing came back. I knocked harder. For goodness' sake! He's a vampire! Then the door opened startling me. His hand wrapped around my wrist pulling me hard. I grunted in response of his harsh welcome. I glared at him and asked, "What's up with you?"

His eyes were dark and it was as if he was hiding something from me. He ran his hands through his hair and asked, "What are you doing here? Why aren't you in your room?"

"Because I wanted to talk to you," I blurted out. I felt a bit sad that he didn't realize I need someone to talk to. I need a friend. I couldn't do all of this alone. He stared at me as if he was searching for answer he was dying to know. 

He stepped toward me making a difference in his height and mine. I looked at his face, his dark hair, his nose, his eyebrows, his eyes,........his lips. He was just that darn good looking. I didn't realize that I was stepping backward until my back was against his door. He put his arms on the door trapping me between him and his door. I swallowed the nervousness that was growing in me. Why was I nervous?

I was not stupid. I knew what I was feeling. I knew what was going on between Brahms and I. I could feel the tension and I was going to deny it. I was not a 'good girl' purist. People like to think they know everything about everyone. But they're wrong. I was far from good. 

"Desiree," he said, so quietly, so close to my ear that I could feel his warmth. I was not going to tell him that I actually loved it when he calls my name. It was like this name, this word was meant for his lips.

I slowly averted my eyes to his dark eyes and truly felt the tension between us. My heart was beating so hard in my chest. I was afraid that it was going to pop out. "Can feel it?" He asked quietly.

I nodded. He slowly dipped his head closer to me. I was excited, scared, and almost confident. His face was getting closer to mine. Was it going to happen? Did I want it to happen? Heck, yes! Was it a good idea? No. 

His lips parted and he said, "This has to stop." 

Before this, I never knew what disappointment felt like, but now.....I realized what disappointment feels like. My heart dropped and all the confidence I had in myself went out the window. What was I thinking? I knew better. Once my mind actually had full control of my body, I nodded and said, "Yes, I agree." I was thanking heaven that my voice came out confident, and not regretful or sad. 

Brahms moved away from and asked, "You're here for a reason." I didn't need any more encouragement to express my purpose.

"I need your help to find my sister and mom," I said. 

His brows furrowed at my request. He was hesitant. I moved closer to him and said, "They're all I have, Brahms. You know how much they mean to me." Tears swelled up in my eyes. I just couldn't imagine my life, my future without them. 

He sighed and said, "I know a place. They could be there."

"Will you take me there?" I asked, hopefully.

He shook his head and said, "No. It's too dangerous for you." I grabbed his arm and said, "Brahms! Please! I'm begging you! Whenever I get my sister and mom back, I promise I won't tell a single soul about vampires. Just please!"

He walked away from me and said, "They could be....gone by now. They could be dead by now." I shook my head. I wouldn't accept that! I went and stood in front of him. I looked at him and said, "I know you care about me, Brahms. I know you do. Because if you didn't, you wouldn't have bought me. Please, help me." He looked at me and caressed my face with his thumb.

"I do care abut you. That's why I'm not going to take you there," he said softly.

A teardrop ran down my face. "So I'm suppose to stay here until you decide to take me home? So I'm suppose to forget about my family and live my life as if nothing happened? Be a prisoner in a lie you created for me? How can you be so careless toward my family? They love me well. Anything you want, Brahms, but please help me find them," I said, my voice breaking. 

He came closer and planted a soft kiss on my forehead. His lips lingered there much longer than needed, but I was not going to push him away. I needed this. I needed love. I needed someone to care about me, even if it was going to break me at the end. 

"Save me, Brahms."

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