Angel POV.
“Like he’s ancient?” I whisper to him, not daring to say the words out loud, what if he hears me, what if William kills me for offending him?
“He’s older than me, you can call him ancient but not to his face deal?” he says and I nod my head yes, sure I can do that, we both stayed quiet for a bit, I was too scared to move or say anything that I shouldn’t have said.
“I like you Angel, wipe those tears away,” he says and I do as I’m ordered, I wiped my tears away, he handed me a tissue and I blew my nose as well.
“What does liking me mean? Are you going… to…” I say not sure how to say it, would he drink me dry? Would he kill me?
“I’m not going to kill you, you’d never have to worry about being safe, not around me,” he assures me.
“You introduced yourself as my worst nightmare, I’m not sure I beleive that,” I say feeling a blush coming on my face, I’m a sassy girl but I’m too scared of sassing too much.
“I’m your worst nightmare in case you’re a real rebel, but you’re just a child,” he says.
“I’m not a child, I’m twenty-three,” I say with a big pout, I’ve been working for years, I live alone, I take good care of myself, I’m not a child.
“Compare those very long twenty-three years old to mine,” he says and my cheeks went red, he’s right, compared to him I’m just a child.
“Okay, fine compared to you, maybe I’m,” I agree with him which made him chuckle.
“I’m always right little miss, and soon you’d find out what a child you are,” he says with a knowing smile, which kind of worried me.
“You said you needed supplies, food. Are you hungry?” he asks me and I nod, I was terrified but hungry still, I haven’t had anything the whole day and most of the day has passed already.
“Yeah, I’m,” I answer him, and he take his phone, he use a regular phone just like the rest of us, I had no idea who he texted or what he do on it, maybe he checks William’s clicks and how many likes he receives.
“Let’s go my lil Angel,” Dylan says, he got up and held my hand and dragged me out from his office, the president office, we left it and he took me to another room, there weren’t many people outside, just a couple, and all of them nodded to Dylan as he passed, they looked at me just a side look, not one that said I’m a dangerous human, or that I might be a rebel, they just looked at me as it’s normal for me to be around.
We went toward a room that looks like a clinic, I didn’t get why we’re in the clinic, but Dylan knew what he was doing, he walked around the room, telling me to take a seat, but I decided not to, I stayed standing near the door, I didn’t know why but I was staying where I could leave quickly.
“Come here Angel,” Dylan calls, he’s been messing with the drawers, he had some kind of big needle in his hand and I was terrified of needles.
“I’m good here, thank you Mr. nightmare,” I answer him.
“Angel, you better come here on your own or I’d bring you and you don’t want to see my other face,” Dylan scolds me.
“I don’t want to, you’re putting that thing anywhere near me,” I say shaking my head no, I wasn’t going there to allow him
“It’s not up to you child, now last warning, come here before I make you come,” Dylan warns me again, I groaned, I stomped my foot but I walked toward him with a giant pout on my face, I’m not a child but I’m acting like one.
“No please,” I beg him when I was near enough for him to catch me, he held his me by the arm, he cleaned my upper arm with an alcohol swab and then he punched me with the needle, I screamed, naturally.
“If this place wasn’t used to screams and yells you would have gotten a lot of attention,” he says and I kept on crying.
“Come on, it wasn’t that bad,” he says but it was the worse.
“Yes, it is,” I say pushing him away while he tried to hug me, but I didn’t want a hug, I was mad at him right now.
“Come on little Miss, we’re going to have dinner,” he says dragging me out of the clinic, I left from there happily, the tears haven’t stopped yet, I kept on crying as we left, we went toward another room, lucky me, this room happened to be the kitchen, and I’m still starving.
“Food!” I say happily wiping my tears away, food was good option to make me not cry anymore.
“Yeah, food, sit down, I’ll fix you a plate,” he says walking around the kitchen, he fixed me a big plate, and another one for him before he brought them both and placed them in front of me.
“Thank you,” I say looking at the food, this looked a million time better than anything I cooked back at home, I wasn’t the best cook ever.
“You want a drink with that?” he says going to get a drink for himself, I nodded, I wouldn’t say no for a drink as well.
“What do you say?” he says before handing me a fanta, I gave him a side look, I did say thank you before, but right now my mouth was filled with food.
“Thank you,” I say after swallowed my food.
“Good girl,” he says, and I smiled but I went back to my food, my food looked and sounded more important than fighting with him now, or being a sass.
“My arm hurt,” I whined after eating half of the plate, and just moving the food around now.
“It’ll heal in a couple days,” Dylan answers me, he’s almost done with his food as well.
“What was that for?” I ask him meaning the needle that went through my arm.
“It’s for your own safety,” he says, and I didn’t believe him, what kind of safety does a pinch in my arm provide, I don’t believe him.
“I don’t believe you,” I answer him, but he just shrugs, he took the plates away washing them, we were the only two having dinner in the kitchen, but there was some food all ready and cooked not sure for whom.
“Let’s go show you your room,” he says holding my hand and guiding me to the next place, he knew his way around here, how long has they been in here, since the day they killed the president I think.
He took me to another floor and then he opened a door and showed me a bedroom, it’s a nice room, but I guessed that it’s meant for a younger girl, all pink and fluffy not my usual style, but it’s good enough for me.
“This is your room, you’re to stay in here unless I come and get you out, you answer to me, even if other vampires try to talk to you, you tell them that you only answer me,” he says and I nod, I only answer to the worst nightmare, not to anyone else.
“I can do that,” I answer him.
“There’s some clothes around here, feel free to use them, along with the facilities,” he says pointing to another room, one that I supposed is the bathroom.
“Okay, thank you,” I say happy to have another change of clothes, to wear anything else.
“Good night Angel, I’ll be bringing you in the morning,” he says, leaving the room closing the door behind him.
I checked the closet first, there’s many new clothes, although the style was very young, the sizes were perfectly mine. I took a set of new underwear and a pj, I heaeded toward the bathroom. Of course, there’s hot water in the white house, I enjoyed a very long shower, washing my hair and body more than once.
I then brushed my hair, put the new clothes on and went to bed, these were the softest clothes I have ever worn, and that bed was the squishiest bed ever, I felt like I’m melting inside it as I went to sleep, I was exhausted after everything that happened today, emotionally and physically, and my arm ached, but all I needed to do right now was sleep, and so I did it, I went to sleep, I think I even snored due to how tired I was.