CINDERELLA AND THE VAMPIRE CEO
BY SNOWHEART
CHAPTER 2: THE STOWAWAY
Three hours later and Damien dragged Nick's sorry ass back to the hotel, they had been drinking, nonstop for hours as Nick was determined to get Damien drunk, which was funny because he couldn't get drunk, yet Nick didn't know that. They had finished four cartoons, of beer and Nick was spilling things like someone who was having an argument, but none of it made sense. Damien just watched him, laughing as the prostitutes tried their luck to entice one or both of them for a night, of pleasure.
And she came to me and said,
Nickolas Anthony Brandon…. the only reason I came-hiccup- was because-hiccup; hiccup- Nick could barely complete his slurred statement as he was hiccupping hard.
Damien shook his head, time to go back to the hostel. Nick's wife was going to kill him, if she found out that he let her husband get this wasted, besides he was going to make an early morning flight back to his city and see his kids, so he needed to retire early.
Checking the time, it was 7:30pm. It was still early and they planned staying till 11pm, but it won't be the case as his friend was totally wasted. Dropping some cash on the table, he went to lift his friend up and hold him back the shoulder so that he could give him a support to walk.
Nick held on tightly to Damien as if he was scared to let go. He looked at Damien and said, in a tipsy manner.
Damien, is that you? he slurred his words, smiling sheepishly.
Damien rolled his eyes and said,
Yes, it is me. You are definitely drunk and your hangover is going to hurt like hell in the morning g so I suggest you keep your strength and focus on not throwing up on me, okay?
You talk too much. Nick said simply poking his forehead and dropped his head, passed out already.
Great, now he had to drag him out of the club all by himself.
With no aid, or help, he successfully got Nick out of the car and drooped him, in his backseat. Thankfully they had come in a car, so he didn't have to worry about who was going to drive the second car. He entered the driver's seat as he switched on the ignition.
Just then his dashboard quickly showed the weather forecast. It was going to be a stormy night, wow.
This was good. He was going to have a pleasant sleep tonight.
Looking back at his friend who was snoring his life away, he drove to his house and dropped him off with his wife who was frowning and complaining as usual.
Every time, you two go out together, he comes home wasted and yet you aren't. don't you drink at all? Or is your reputation that important, you wouldn't want to risk being shown in the morning news. Taylor said smiling as Damien shook his head.
Taylor was one of the few people he was free with, so he treated her like family. Plus, she was also Dj and Kyrie's godmother, too.
Taylor, if we are both drunk, who is going to take care of who? Good night Taylor, tell him, tomorrow after the massive head ache that I had a good time and I would probably be on my way to the airport so I will call once I reach home.
I will, take good care of yourself, bye. She said waving him off, as he entered his car and drove off.
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It was after 8pm as a piercing scream erupted from a mansion. The whole mansion was dark and it almost seemed haunted but fir that scream showed that it wasn't empty. The lady in question was covered in blood, her white nightwear, that showed her transparent undies was soaked in red blood, it literally dropped from her clothes, and she held a gun in her hand. She was shocked, terrified, panicky. She didn't know what she was searching for, a phone maybe. Her brain was too jumbled to tell, but seeing the phone on her table, she grasped at it and dialed 911, but soon cut the call, when she heard the footsteps. He was here, he was coming.
She opened the corridor door, and ran as fast as she could down, the rainy pavement making her way to the boat tied on the dock, she could see the man, following her screaming loudly.
You murdered him, do you know that? You are a fucking murderer and you are going to rot for it. But she couldn't afford to stop. It was all a dream, and she was going to wake up very soon, but now she had to run. Jumping on the canoe, she tried to untie the rope that held it to the dock as the man came running forward to stop her.
Her hands were shaking, but she managed to untie and turned in the key just before he could reach her, and very soon she was sailing away in the ocean. She sat down, on the threshold, shaking violently as the rain fell hard hurting her, her eyes were brimming with tears as she cried her heart out. The canoe was going wherever it felt like as no one was controlling it. She was numb, she was tired. She stayed like that for hours, her canoe almost capsizing as big waves tried to turn it upside down.
She stood up shakily, heading for the controls, as she feared for her safety, trying to see if she could understand the buttons, and controls but they were all foreign to her. she had never been on a canoe before. What the hell was she thinking. This was a mistake, a very big mistake.
Just then, she saw the wave, it was higher than the previous ones and it was coming straight for her. she was trapped, she couldn't swim very well and she couldn't stay in the canoe, she would be crushed. It was better to drown in the ocean than to die in a canoe so she hurriedly went to the edge and jumped as the waves crashed the boat, sending everything underneath as the winds blew, around and the trees in the distance shook its leaves.
And just like that, there was no trace of the woman or the canoe. Both were just gone as if nothing happened.