"Hello," I said on the other end of the line.
"This is the secretary department, how may I help you?" I could break the voice out to be the hot sexy secretary on the admission desk.
"Um, my name is Estella Cane, I would like to move all my morning classes to evening, if that's possible," I said bitting my lip.
"Is there a particular reason for the sudden change?" she asked.
"Yeah, I've just been diagnosed with Solar Urticaria, it's very rare but I have the allergy,"
"Do you perhaps know when it will end?"
"Not really, the doctor said that it is genetic," I said rubbing the back of my neck with my palm.
"Well, you have nothing to worry about Miss Cane, all your classes will be shifted to evening ones," she said as I swiftly escaped the sunlight patches on my hostel.
Thanks to Daniel's technique, I was able to escape the rude janitor's assaults.
He had advised me that if I wasn't ready to go to Eclesidia, I would at least keep my former human life going.
So here I was at nine o'clock in the morning, hiding from the sun.
"Thank you," I said before hanging up.
Placing my two hundred dollar Motor G Fast smart phone on my dressing table.
"That was impressive," I heard a familiar voice say.
Snapping my head towards the voice's direction, I was met by a pair of hazel eyes.
"You're going to stop doing that, I don't think I'll ever get used to it, " I said heading towards my closet.
Quickly my hands grabbed the robe I wanted to grab.
"Why? you should," he said lying his arms across my bed.
His hard core muscles aligning with the patterns of my duvet.
His body was truly an alter.
He had only won some blue corduroy pants with an unbuckled belt.
Man he was sexy.
"Here," I said handing him the pink dotted robe.
"Why are you giving me this?" he asked cocking his eyebrows up.
"Obviously to cover yourself up. And why in the first place are you half naked in my hostel?" I asked turning back to the closet.
"This is very generous of you but I can't wear it.
And how in the first place are you pulling it of with those nylon pants and that blue t shirt?" he asked tossing the rob to the side.
"Look Stella, these are some of the reasons why you should come with me to Eclesidia," he said standing up, showing his perfect toned torso.
"Daniel...."
"This sun will always shine, it will always be there, your solution won't be hiding in this fucking hot room for eternity, please be a little open minded,"
"And I am. I don't know about vampires but I'm sure I'm taking all this vampire crap well," I said stepping inches closer to him.
Seeing him shirtless, in this dark room made me go wild.
What would his skin under my skin feel like?
How would his lips taste like?
How would my first time be like?
Would he be soft?
I asked myself questions while staring in his body.
His body seemed to be smooth from a far.
How would it feel on my skin?
Without thinking, I slowly took steps until our bodies were only a breath away.
Slowly I traced his chest, running my fingers on his hard nipples.
Moving them town his abdomen.
Tracing his rock hard abs, made me feel as if we were doing it.
As enveloped as I was in his chest muse, my ears didn't miss the chuckle that he exhaled.
Immediately I knew why he was chuckled.
He had heard my thoughts.
As heat crept in my cheeks, I slowly drew my fingers away from his chest.
"That's not funny," I frowned as he held my wrists firm.
"Hey, don't blame me.
I just happen to hear your thoughts out loud," he said, drawing my hand back to trace his chest.
As I traced his chest, I noticed an unfamiliar ink drawn from his pectoral muscles to his nape.
The ink seemed to be of a trail leading somewhere.
"I hadn't seen these tattoos before," I said tracing the ink to his nape.
"That's because you weren't looking harder," he said moaning as I traced his nape.
"What do you mean?" I asked tracing his other ink with my other arm.
This ink moved from his right muscles to his left muscles.
Crossing paths with the other ink.
"You hadn't had your trigger," he said rubbing the back of his neck on my hand that was at his nape.
"Trigger?" I asked yelping as two big strong hands gripped on my waist firmly.
"The tattoos show the origin of the vampires and for a vampire too see them they have to trigger their emotions." he explained, his face turning serious.
Abruptly he let my waist go and laid flat on bed.
"Not that I don't appreciate the view but what are you doing?" I asked him.
"Since explaining to you doesn't work maybe I'll be able to show you," he said holding out his hand for me.
Without an ounce of hesitation, I grabbed his arm as he brought me to my bed.
"This is where we migrated from first," he said pointing at his pectoral muscles.
Where the ink I first noticed had started.
"Eastern Europe," he continued, taking my lickpot and drawing it with his.
"By then it was the 1700s."
he continued.
"The monarchy was stable until civilian vampires started to revolt against, the great empress Eclesidia, knew that the only way to end the fued was by dividing the kingdom. Those were against the monarchy moved west," he said moving my finger up north to his nape.
"While the others moved east," he said slowly releasing my finger.
"Now the ones who opposed the monarchy are ruled by a council of five brave warriors," he finished.
"So let me get this right, you opposed the monarchy and then named the capital vampire city after her?" I asked standing up from the bed.
"Because we opposed the monarchy doesn't mean we hated her, we still look up to her, she was a brave and smart empress." he said not taking his eyes off the ceiling.