Why Me?? by Sequoia Gallatin (romantic story to read .txt) 📖

his until theres no room between us.
"I love you." I whisper in his ear. He smiles.
"I love you too Vic." Then suddenly his body stiffens and he lets out a ragged breath. I look over his shoulder and I see a masked figure standing behind him. A knife is buried in his back. I let out a scream.
"Oh my god! Tyler!"
He stumbles around for a minute then tumbles to the ground. The knife still protruding from his back. I feel tears streaming quickly from my eyes. Oh my god, Tyler is dead! I sob. Suddenly the masked guy lunges for me and he grabs me and sinks his teeth into my neck. I scream. It hurts so bad. Another vampire! He continues to suck on my blood. Suddenly he stiffens. We both hear it at the same time. Then I feel his body spasm and look over his shoulder to see Vixen standing their his hand plunging a stake in the guys back. The vampire falls to the ground and I find myself standing there, staring at Vixen. My dark prince. His face darkens as he takes me in. I know what I must look like to him. A strange, barely dressed girl covered in blood, with her glasses all the way on the other side of the room.
"You saved me" I gasp. He shrugs.
"He's not dead. He's just been paralyzed. My stupid brother doesn't know any better. Just because he's older he thinks that he can do anything he wants to. Ugh. This is what you get when your family moves with you to a new place" He sighs. I stare at him.
"Thats your BROTHER?" I say, incredulously. Like, what the hell?
He nods. "Yes, unfortunately he is."
"Wow." I say, surprised. He takes a step closer to me and puts his hands on the sides of my face.
"You are beautiful, Victoria." He tells me, putting his face close to mine. "I know that you think that you are ugly and weird and an oddball. But you are wrong. You are the beautifulest, nicest, funniest, most amazing girl in the world. I love you. I really do love you." And he leans in and kisses me. Pulling my hair back from my face. I kiss him back. My hands move up his waist and press against his chest.
"I love you too." I whisper against his lips. My breath quickens. "You are gorgeous." I push his bangs up away from his forehead and find a scar there. My fingers trace it. "What is this from?" I ask. He pulls my hands down and holds them in one of his own.
"Its not important." He tells me. He then entwines his fingers through mine and stares down at them. Then his gaze moves up to my face and then down to my neck. I swallow hard. Okay, I am brave. I want him and this might be one of the ways to feel closer to him. I let my neck show more. His eyes widen.
"Go ahead." I whisper, pulling his face closer to my neck. "I know that you want to." I close my eyes as I feel him hesitate then I feel his lips on my neck then something sharper. I inhale as the pain begins, then I don't feel pain anymore. Just joy. Beautiful, lovely joy. I could feel my breathing getting more and more ragged but I didn't care. Finally he pulled away. His eyes were lit up and he was smiling at me. I inhaled a deep breath and couldn't believe how beautiful he was. We continued staring at each other for a minute or so then he looked behind him and sighed.
"I'm sorry, Victoria." He whispers, pulling me close again. His lips are inches away from mine and he veers his body so that there is no room between us. "But I have to go in a minute. I will see you tomorrow. I promise." I love you, I think as he pulls back, grabs his brother and jumps out of my window. I run to it and watch as he lands lightly and vanishes. But not before he waves back at me. I wave back, smiling.

I get dressed and clean up all the blood. Then I sit on my bed and stare sadly at the dead body on my floor. When suddenly a hand twitches. I jump back, startled. Did that really just happen? I ask myself. I had looked away for a second then I look back and the body is gone! I look around my room trying to find it. What the hell?
"Are you looking for something?" Whispers a voice behind me. I swing around to see a guy standing there, smiling at me. He has longish black hair, a gorgeous smile and a long lean body. "I'm guessing your wondering who I am." He shrugs then plops down on my bed and looks up at me through his gorgeous dark bangs. "Just call me Willem, Willem Shingleton."
"Victoria Wilson." I say, hypnotized. He takes my hand in his and leans down and kisses it. I stop breathing. His hand is so cold.
"A pleasure to meet you, love." He smiles up at me, his lips still at my hand. He acts like he's from the 17th century or something, I think.
"Brother." I look up to see Vixen standing there. Brother? I wonder. This is the boy that killed Tyler? Oh my god. I cant believe I just let him kiss my hand! I yank my hands out of his grip.
"Oh, come now brother." Willem complains, turning around to look at his brother. "I wasn't going to hurt her. She is very lovely. Remember? She reminds me of Melinda." Then he starts quoting some poem or something. "Oh Melinda the fairest beauty of all. How thy love for thee shall never fail. Though your beauty be magic, this story was tragic. For a brother came my betrayal. When I looked in your eyes and saw thy despise, my heart failed and so did my tears. For never such a beauty as mine was she. And never did she love me so dear. Ah, but I can hear the raven call and the moonlight was never so bright. But when I see a teardrop fall I cry unto the night. When my heart doth love thee so and when I hear it cry. Never so wasth the day, when I thought I might die. For of so long your great Willem would call to you with these tears. But soak my heart in red young blood and hold my numbing ears. For why doest thou haunt me so and so unknown that I shall hear her sweet melody one more time. I will die in the arms of my love, even she do not love so. 'Cause such was the love of a day so far ago. I gasp to hear thee cry so loud and thy breath gets shorter than before. But if thy listen with such sweet breath that I may love no more." Then he bowed. Like this was some performance and he was the best of them all. I bet he even heard some kind of imaginary applause. I look over at Vixen, who's face is grim. I feel bad for him. It sounds like he betrayed his brother.
"Ah, Victoria. You do realize we can hear your thoughts, right?" I turn to see Willem grinning at me.
"I don't care." I growl. He raises his hands as if in surrender.
"Thats fine. I get it. Of course you would want my brother to hear about how you dream about him all the time and everything like that." He smiles as my face turns a bright red.
"Quit it, brother." Vixen growls at him.
"It's okay." I put my hand on his shoulder, trying to calm him down. Then I turn towards Willem and give him a sly smile. "You do realize that I love your brother, right? Not you. I am sorry to say but, it's true."
Willem shrugs. "Alas, I have come to terms with the fact that my brother shall always get the girl. He got her back in the 14th century so it would make sense that he would get her in the 21st century too." He grimaces.
I place my hands on my hips. "You do realize that that little look isn't making me feel bad for you, right?"
He chuckles. "Oh trust me, sweetheart. If I was trying to make you feel bad you would be down on your knees right now trying to make me feel happy. Oh no. I will save those tricks for another day." He turns toward the window. "Well I must go. There's a pretty gal waiting for me at home. Cant keep her waiting now, can I?" He smiles at me. "Nice to finally meet you Victoria. I take it we will see cross paths again fairly soon. Goodnight. Don't be too long brother." He jumps out the window and disappears.
There's a long silence between us when Vixen finally interrupts it.
"Well I should probably go soon." He smiles at me.
"Will I see you soon?" I ask.
"I don't know why you wouldn't." He shines this big bright smile on me that lights up his whole face, pulling me into his arms. He kisses the top of my head. "How about we go out on a date?"
I stare at him. "You want to go out with ME?" I ask, incredulously.
He shrugs. "I don't see why not."
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Publication Date: 07-01-2012

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Dedication:
To L.J Smith. One of my favorite writers of all time. If it wasn't for her I might not have even come up with the idea for this story! Thank you L.J and your beloved Vampire Diaries!