My EX-Love story

I was packing the last of my things, when I got an unexpected knock. The person knocked the door thrice.

'Impatient Bastard.' I thought as I brushed the dust off my knees and got up.

The person knocked again.

'I swear if that idiot knocks once more I will grill him.'

"Coming!" I called.

The reason I didn't throw an insult was the tiny possibility of the knocker being someone important or maybe an unusually attractive male.

I opened the door.

The person standing there wasn't an important individual, not one I respected anyway.

The person wasn't an unusually attractive male.

The person had brown hair and black eyes.

The person was your sister.

"What do you want Michelle?" I snapped, regretting not throwing an insult earlier.

Michelle bowed her head.

"I'm deeply sorry for your loss. You clearly found happiness with my step-brother." Michelle said insincerely.

"Yeah, yeah. Cut the crap, why are you really here?" I asked.

We hadn't talked in 5 years. No reason for her to offer her condolences when her invisible step-brother died. She sighed and muttered that my temper had shortened. Well excuse me for my rudeness!

"My brother is unwell." She then said, looking at me straight in the eyes.

"Hmm…" I said scornfully, "Mentally or physically?"

"Mentally of course." She said in defence, "He summons you .He says that there is something only you can do to heal him."

"What's wrong with him?" I asked.

"A lot…" She said hesitantly, "Hard to explain. Come with me."

That was an order that I couldn't disobey. If you summoned me, I had to go. That was the pact between you and me. You would order and I would obey, no questions asked.

That's how I ended up on the leather seats of your Rolls Royce that still smelt like your cologne. I remembered the first time I had ended up in this car. Damn how I wish I could take that back.

We reached your mansion about 20 minutes later. The large wooden door creaked as Michelle pushed them open and she led me up the staircase to the third room on the right- your bedroom.

As I stepped in, you were sitting propped up against the pillows with your lamp on, reading a book. Your bed had a plain white bed sheet but the bed itself was black, like most of the things in your room. The walls were a plain white and the floor was wooden. There was a large window that displayed the courtyard. Your presence was so severe that I couldn't take my eyes off of you. Your obsidian sharp eyes looked up and you ran your hand through your jet black hair.

"She's here brother." Michelle respectfully bowed her head and stepped back.

A smile appeared on your face as you closed the book and put it on your side table.

You sniffed the air as if looking for a familiar scent, "Divine Magic, old habits die hard I guess." you tilted your head while naming my perfume.

You pointed your gaze to where you wanted me to stand and I obeyed. Then a grin appeared on your face and you pointed your gaze somewhere else, making me move all across the room.

"OK cut it. What do you want with me, huh?" I folded my arms and rolled my eyes.

"Good to see you too, my little idiot." You smirked.

I rolled my eyes and turned to your sister,

"Nah, he seems fine to me." I scoffed before turning back to meet your cold, unfazed gaze.

"You like to write, yes?" you asked.

"What's the point of asking me if you already know that?" I frowned.

You maintained your calm and composed gesture though I could sense your irritation rising by the second.

"How long have I been alive?" you then asked me as you loosely folded your arms.

"127 years, why?" I asked.

Were you just quizzing me to see if I remembered? Of course I remembered. I remembered everything about you, from your preferences to your physique. I remembered every single detail about you in photographic memory.

"And do you know how many girls I've dated?"

"More than 50. WHY?"

"So why is it, that out of all those girls, I still crave for your, and only your blood?"

That question caught me off guard and I blushed as you bared your perfect white fangs and ran your tongue over them, I quickly closed my eyes as I spotted something red that stained your left fang.

"Blood stills scares you after 5 years of living with him, wow."

"Whose blood is that?" My voice had a hint of jealousy.

You opened your cuff and raised your sleeve up to your elbow.

Fang marks.

Everywhere.

"You drink your own blood?" I was clearly shocked.

I never expected you to do this, especially because you were free to drink the blood of anyone you so wished. Your name was enough to make people cower.

"Do you remember the promise I made you?" You asked.

"I promised you that I would never drink the blood of another girl while you'd be alive, and I promised that I'd kill myself the day you died. That's our pact, isn't it?" You said without waiting for my answer to your previous question,

I huffed,

"That didn't stop you from sucking her blood while we were together." I said, those memories came back fresh in my mind, "Just tell me what you want so I can get outta here."

"Do you remember when you told me you liked to write?"

I nodded.

"Do you remember the day you wrote that story for me?"

I nodded again, more impatiently this time.

"Look, are we gonna take a trip down memory lane or are you gonna tell me what you goddamn want?"

I said that to stop myself from blushing.

"I want you to write a story."

"A story?" I asked cautiously, "About what?"

"Us…" Your reply was straightforward and sincere, "I wanna know exactly what you were thinking in every stage of our relationship. And then I'll resolve the ending for you. I'll tell you the truth that you've been looking for."

"And what if I say no?"

"You can't. When I order you to do something, you can't say no. You know that better than anyone." Your face had a self-satisfied smile.

I left with a mission, to write a story. To recall every single moment of my past that I had tried to forget. And maybe find the truth behind you…my ex----Reese Silver~~~