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.


5. Chapter Three: Yelling at Brahms Cavallo

I watched as Brahms grabbed the man's collar and threw him into the wall with one arm! His strength was supernatural and I was way past the point of freaking out. I was panting and completely speechless. Brahms turned to me and I blushed in embarrassment. I was a mess. My cheek hurt a lot and I knew I had bruises on my arms. He bent down to me and I watched as he buttoned my jeans back. He didn't say anything, but from the cold hard look in his eyes; I knew he was angry. It radiated off of him. Then his hand reached up to my face, his thumb running over my trembling lips. His soft thumb wiped away my tears.

Without sense, I threw my arms around his neck and cried on his shoulder. The coldness of his body went through his thin black, buttoned-up work shirt. But somehow I felt warm inside. Maybe it's because of what just happened. Maybe because he was giving me the comfort that I needed. I felt his arm go under my knees and lower back. He lifted me and carried me out of that haunted hotel. The wind was blowing like crazy, but Brahms' black coat warmed me.

He placed me inside a shiny black car. Inside, it smelled of new polished leather and quality that no one could rival. He buckled my seat belt in silence. I was still shaking. I could still feel the man's hands all over my skin. I needed a long shower. Brahms got into the driver's seat and buckled in his seat belt. He started the car and drove into the direction of Willowdale. I frowned and asked, "Where are you taking me?"

"To your home," he said, leaving no room for arguments. But I was stubborn and determined to stay in Lerwick.

I looked at him and said, "Stop the car, Brahms." 

He drove faster making grip onto the seat for dear life. He was crazy. "What are you doing in Lerwick?" He asked, sounding angry.

I swallowed and said, "It's none of your business. Take me back to Lerwick now. I don't want to go home!"

"ANSWER ME!" He yelled, going even faster. I shook with fear. His eyes were pitch black like the night sky without the shinning stars. 

Tears swelled in my eyes. "Don't yell at me," I said through gritted teeth. I may not have the strength to fight a man  or protect myself physically, but I will NOT let some boy yell at me.

I looked out of the window and saw the old neighborhood of Willowdale. I was back at the beginning. I didn't know what made the traveling so fast, but I didn't care. All I cared about was finding Destanie and bringing her back home.

I didn't question Brahms on how the heck he knew my home. He was angry and so was I. He stopped in front of my home and I unbuckled my seat belt. I got out and stomped to the front door. If he won't take me back, I'll just call another cab and pay extra for the late night drive to Lerwick.


I ignored his voice that seemed to cut through my soul every time. I fumbled with my keys as I tried to unlock the door. I'll just wait for the cab inside. I unlocked the door and went inside. Brahms followed me into my home. I turned sharply to him and glared. 

"Get out of my house!" I said angrily.

He slammed the door and said, "No."

"Get out, Brahms!" I said loudly.

He strode to me with his long legs and grasped my arms pulling me closer to him. 

"What were you doing in Lerwick?" He asked. His eyes searching for the truth in my eyes. I used all of my strength and pushed him. He did not move a single bit. His grip was like iron and I felt this heat growing between us. It was making uncomfortable. 

"I'm going back to Lerwick and I don't need your darn permission!" I hissed. 

Then he pulled me roughly up the stairs and into my bed. I hit him and yelled at him. "Let me go!" I yelled, hitting his arm. He threw me onto my bed and pulled out his belt. As I tried to get out of my bed, he grabbed my wrists and pulled me back to him. 

"BRAHMS!" I yelled, struggling painfully in his grip. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"

He pulled out his black leather belt and buckled the belt around my wrists with my bed's headboard. I panicked and started to fight him even harder. This sick jerk!

"Brahms! Let me go!" I yelled, tears streaming down my face. He moved away from me and said, "You will not go to Lerwick or leave this house until I return. I won't be long."

What the heck!

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