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.


4. Chapter Two: Arguing With Brahms Cavallo


I glared at the pale male next to me. It has been two weeks and arguing with Brahms Cavallo became a daily routine. What was the worst part of it? Well, getting my very first detention for arguing with him in the hallway and missing English. We were in detention and I was more than pissed.

"This is all your fault," I stated, staring at the sleeping Mr. Smith. 

Brahms smirked (this became something that he did very often to me) and said, "Not really. It's nice to know that this is your first detention. You are such a good girl, too bad, you have a bad mouth."  I gasped and resisted the urge to beat him with my history book. That jerk was begging for his death.

"I hate you, Brahms Cavallo," I said, glaring at him. He shrugged and put his hands behind his head. His muscles bulged out making me swallow and look away. Man, he is so bad.


"You smell funny," he stated. We were in the library doing a research on rocks. I frowned at him and sniffed the sleeve of my blouse. He smirked and I kicked him under the table. He didn't react to my kick at all, even though, I'm pretty sure that I kicked him hard. His smirk grew wider. I glared at him and said, "I don't understand why the teachers like to pair you up with me. You and I hardly get along."

He shrugged and said, "Maybe because they know that you're desperate to be near me." I made a face of disgust and said, "Eww. Don't forget that I'm only here with you because of the assignment." I flipped onto the page and couldn't focus on the letters. That darned Cavallo!

Brahms raised his eyebrow at me when he caught me staring. "I knew you couldn't resist my good look," he said. I grabbed a magazine and threw it at him. I looked around and was glad that no one was around. Brahms caught the magazine easily and said, "Nice throw."

I scowled at him and looked back at the page. Then my phone vibrated in my pocket. I took it out and saw a message from Destanie. Without wasting a second, I tapped to open it.

It read:

Desiree, I have news about mom. Please don't panic. We have not found her, but we found her underclothes in a liquor bar outside Lerwick town. I want to be honest, dear sister. I am very much worried about her. This does not look like an ordinary missing person case. When I have more news, I'll send you a message.

I swallowed feeling a big lump in my throat. Destanie thinks that mom could've been raped? No, that can't be true! Mom would never go to a liquor bar. She's not that type of woman.

"You okay?" Brahms asked, looking up from his book. I took a deep breath and said, "Yeah."

I wanted to see Destanie and help on the search for mom. I should not be here. I should be right next to my sister. I gathered my books together and stood up. I looked at Brahms and said, "I'll finish our project and send it to the teacher on Monday." He nodded and stood up too. I frowned at him and asked, "What are you doing?"



"Urgent business."

Feeling a little vexed with not understanding him, I rolled my eyes and left the library. I got back home and quickly packed my bags. I was going to Lerwick to help Destanie wither she likes it or not. I have a bad feeling about this and I won't let my sister be in danger alone. I called a cab to take me to Lerwick.


"Hi, I'm looking for Destanie Johanns. I'm her sister, Desiree," I said the hotel manager. I found Lerwick to be a very cloudy and rainy town. The hotel manager asked me for my i.d. and I showed it to him. He nodded and called someone on the white phone. Then he put the phone down and said, "Your sister has not returned since in the the morning. You can wait over there." 

I nodded and picked up my phone. I dialed her number and waited for her to pick.





I slammed my phone onto the coffee table and sat down. She won't pick. Please be alright, Destanie.

I glanced at the window and realized that it was already dark. How was I suppose to find her? I leaned into the couch and crossed my arms over my chest. The hotel manager was weird and this hotel looked old. It smelled stinky. The walls were old yellow and had stains on it. It was so quiet that I could hear the wind howling outside and the leaves brushing against each other.

I waited and waited. I checked the time and it was almost midnight. I sighed and bit my lower lip. I decided to send Destanie a message.

Here in Lerwick. Meet me at your hotel.

I put my phone back into my pocket and my stomach grumbled. I gritted my teeth in hunger. On the way here, I didn't see any place to get some snacks at all. I looked around me and felt so lonely. Then a strong gust of wind blew the door opened making me shiver. I quickly closed the door and went to my suitcase. I took out my coat and put it on. 

I hugged myself and paced back and forth waiting patiently. I looked up when a man came into my sight. He was not that old, maybe in his early twenties. He had bleached blonde hair and was tall. I swallowed and tried to ignore the look he was giving me. His eyes hungrily went over my body. He walked over to me and said, "You're here alone?"

I bravely looked up at him and lied, "No, I'm with my family."

"You still look a little lonely, baby," he said, touching a strain of my hair.

I pushed his hand away and said, "Leave me alone, you perv!"

He pushed me down onto the couch and reached to the button of my jeans. I screamed and tried to push him off of me. His rough hands covered my mouth and his other hand unbuttoned my jeans. Tears ran down my face as I prepared myself for a girl's worst reality. 

"You're gonna make me feel so good," he moaned as he tried to pull my jeans off. I bit his hand and he cried out in pain. Then he swung his hand and slapped me. I sobbed and begged, "Please! Stop!"

As he tried to rip my clothes off of me, the front door flew off its hinges. 


Please be nice. This is my first time writing a story. Thank you for reading.


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