My eyes flickered open. For the first time, the sunlight lightly bounced off my eyes. It felt nice. I noticed the position I was sleeping in. My hand was on Zee's chest and I myself was sleeping on my stomach while he slept normally but his arm was right above my head. His eyes were closed and he was silently snoring to himself. He had no idea that I was awake.

              I reached up and planted a soft kiss on his cheek. His reaction? Plain and simple. A small smile came up to his lips as he turned, his hand coming down to my waist. His eyes still closed. "Good morning!" I whisper lovingly. "Good morning!" Which sounded more like a murmur as he adjusted his position, making himself feel comfortable under my very presence. His eyes still refused to open.
I frown. " Please get up." I continue to whisper. "Nuh ah!" As he pulled me closer and snuggled as if I was his life like teddy bear. "Zee, please!" I beg and his eyes slowly open, those beautiful hazel orbs meeting mine. I smile softly as he stretched. "Can't you let me sleep in peace?" He asked sleepily. "Well... You do have forever..." I say softly as I trace my favourite tattoo which was placed on his chest. His hand was still on my waist.

               He pulled me closer. "You know, let's stay like this for a while, shall we?" He offered, an offer so irresistible. "I don't mind." I shrug as I turn. My back facing towards him and he pulled me close, burying his face in my hair.

                    "I love you..." He murmured. "I know!" I replied with a smirk. Glad he couldn't see it. But now my eyes are closed and I was enjoying the warmth. It did feel nice and.... loved. "You know you could always tell me what you feel." he mumbled. But I chose not to answer. Let him suffer.

                 Surprisingly he did not protest. OMG! Please tell me he did not fall asleep again, I thought. I just wish I wasn't right. I elbowed him in the stomach. "Hey, you didn't have to do that..." He protested as he lightened his grip. I giggled as I turned around. "Good morning, Zee!" I yell. "You don't have to yell. I could go deaf for all you know." He muttered and I giggled again. "No one asked you to go to sleep again." I point out as I put my finger on the tip of his nose and keep tapping it. "Stop it..." He turned his head away. Now I know he is finally awake. No chance for him to go to sleep again.

                        He takes a nice stretch and his arms go around me. "So why did my angel decide to sleep with me? Did she not miss her room at all?" He asked out of the blue. A question which was directed to me indirectly. "Well, I did miss my room! It's just that I wanted to be with you. After that amazing date... You did deserve something..." I say, hoping that this sounded convincing enough. I mean this was partly a reason why I was here.

                      The truth was last night, after I was done taking a shower and I wrapped myself in a towel as I stepped out. My eyes stopped at the mirror and I saw a pair of chocolate brown eyes. They didn't look like anyone's I know and since it was only a pair of eyes which were staring at me, it freaked me out even more. "Kathy! Is that you?" I ask, feeling scared. (Kathy is my inner voice. Since she kept appearing in front of me a lot often, she deserved a name. Plus it's weird referring to her as 'my inner voice' or 'my apparition' or whatever I used to call her every time.)

              No reply. Shit, this is damn freaky. I'm taking a shower here and some one is looking at me. It makes me feel conscious. It makes me feel scared and I could feel the goosebumps on my skin send shivers all over my body. I could feel the stare on my naked body. It felt some one really wants me bad. Like those looks were lusting to make sweet love to me and make me forever theirs.

                  I ran out of the bathroom and quickly changed so I would be in Zee's presence again. And I'm never coming back to my room again. It's haunted.

               Well, it's not scary considering that I live with a bunch of vampires. But do they know that their house is haunted by spirits and ghosts? Aren't they getting freaked out? Or has the ghost of it's past decide to haunt me only?

Maybe it's haunted by Katherine's spirit. She must be jealous of me because Zee loves me now and is maybe over her even though he admits having nothing for her. And she must be thirsting for revenge. Revenge for my blood. But some how my instinct always denies the feeling. I don't know why but that makes it some what weird...

One week passed and Zee and I have been getting closer and closer with our relationship. I love him more than my whole world and he loves me too as I could see by the softness of his eyes and the soft grasp of his touch, the love that he had held for me. Not to forget the reminder he always sets in. It was unique. It was powerful. The bond of trust we shared was stronger than ever. Sure we have shared kisses many a times but I never admitted my feelings after that date even though I knew how badly he wanted those three magical words out of my mouth.

Each kiss we shared was always him in control and I was glad it was him. He was my first kiss and up till now my last and each kiss we had was filled with passion and uncontrolled excitedness. It just made me want more of him. I knew he wanted the same after all he did love me a lot, didn't he?

And even with the scary side of him which he never bothered to show but I knew was hidden, I've always felt safe with him. So who cares if he is a vampire? As long I know he is there for me and never intentionally hurt me, I knew I only belonged in his arms.

If he is my Romeo, I am his petite little Juliet. If he is my pencil, I'd be his paper. If he is my music, I'd be the soulful notes which he hit from the heart. If he was the dainty colours of happiness, I'd be the empty, dull sketch he'd fill in. If he is the reason for the joy of my genuine smile, I would be the the reason for the ecstatic shine in his hazel eyes. So in short, if he is my heart, I am his soul. He was my everything and I was his. We belonged to each other and no one could break us apart. Or that was what every girl believes in.

I had hard proof. I am his first true love and he was mine and that was a little weird coming out from a 953 year old vampire. You would have thought that he would have had a thousands of affairs but truth be told, it was only when he lost his humanity.

He hated lies and truth was a virtue that ran in his blood. He had no secrets to hide from me. And I didn't have anything to hide from him. He knew everything about me anyways. After all he was the stalker and has been stalking me since the time I was ten. Yeah! Still angry about that!

Still whatever happened, I felt wanted and loved under his care.His love for me was unmeasurable and was shown through every action, every gesture, everything he has ever done for me. Being a clumsy person, I was very used to falling but it was his arms that saved me from falling (pun purely intended). Being a person who has never felt appreciated, he was the one who would whisper that he was lucky to have me love a monster like him (though I purely disagree. He is the one who fixed me), making me feel like his one and only angel. Being a person who loved being me while others always found faults, he appreciated the real worth. He completed me and I feel wholly.

Being closer to Zee got me closer to the others. No, Zee wasn't selfish with me at all. In fact he loved seeing me happy. I had become closer to most of them, knowing things that I never knew before. Well, it wasn't my fault that because of Zee they knew everything about me...

I became closer to Walt cause of the pranks we played. Yeah, I loved playing pranks. When I was young, the pranks I played were fun and harmless and all the blame landed on Sarah. She was the talented devil while I was the shy angel. That was what people thought. But what they didn't know was that I was the little prankster. And I think Zee knows that very well.

Well, it has been a long time since I have played serious pranks. The last one was when I ex-changed two hair products of Sarah's, not knowing that it was the shampoo and the hair removal cream. You should have looked at her that day. It was hilarious. She was clean bald and the remaining pieces of her hair which stuck on, my mom had to shave it off. And she had to wear a wig to not arise any suspicion among her friends. She knew it was me but when my mom asked her how this had happened, she took the blame. And that was in seventh grade. After that I promise it was all harmless.

When Walt played pranks. he had to make sure he excluded Zac. His anger was hard to control and being short-tempered person and a vampire where emotions are heightened a multiple times always equals to bad. Plus let's not forget that he is also an original pure blood. But that seriously still does not stop him from playing pranks on others.

Some times I accompany him, some times I'm just too busy. And if by chance, it affects Zac in any way, I used to be his get-away ticket. Well, they do say they world is round. And Karma will bite you in the ass. Good thing, Zee is in love with me. Cause he has to play safe when he is around me. Human you see! I am easily breakable. His words, not mine... Well, 'fragile' was the term he actually used.

One thing Walt cannot escape is that Zee has the talent to sense truth so he knows whether I'm involved or not. If I am, he is saved. If not, he is screwed. So he has to play extra careful. But other than that, I think together we do play amazing pranks. Together we do make a great team. Quite memorable. Would love to write about the pranks we played but Walt has it all recorded so pointless.

I got closer to Ash for the cooking lessons I chose to and he forced me to sit through. I had to make it through the lessons without making a huge mess. But i don't seem to get through. I have to forget something or add something by mistake. I'm doomed to make a mess. I can never make it through properly. Thank god, these guys are vamps. No chance for getting them food poisoning. Except for Dylan cause you know, he eats and eats. But good thing, he is immune to it.

Ash tried his best to help me but I just ruin the dishes as well as his kitchen at the same time that he has just given up hope all together. I'm banned from entering the kitchen except for meal times. Worst part of that, Ash has allowed Zee to accompany me whenever I'm in kitchen, eating or cooking. So now I become an entertainment centre for Zee. I could feel that smirk and the silent laughing as soon as my back was turned all the times. And now the limit has reduced to just eating, it becomes worse. You know how much I hate people when they stare at me when I eat. Because of him, I have to eat with a fork and spoon, DECENTLY! Like a proper lady. And I hate it. It just makes me so uncomfortable and he is enjoying that so much. Sometimes I wish I can just throw that food on his face and rub off those dreamy eyes. And I know he is just waiting for that, testing my patience.

I got closer to Dylan because we are eating buddies. And we will always be. At least when he is beside me, I can eat the way I want to. Cause I know he won't judge and I'm comfortable eating the way I want when he is around. Unlike the other guys who just love staring because they have never seen a lady eat before. Oh, and we share the same taste of music. Type of music that is. Plus he is teaching me how to play the drums.

That where my revenge starts. God, I feel evil... I mean I love causing a racket in the house. Them having super-hearing is just very painful during the time of my practice as I play any random non-existing beat. Within some time, it stopped affecting them. It took me while to realise but they all were safely tucked into Zac's talent of sound proof bubble. Now I know how they get through concerts which are filled with fans screaming and loud music and still manage not to become deaf.

I became closer to Nicole. In fact a lot closer than the others. Maybe because I needed some feminine company in the house. To gossip and chit chat and all. The boys sure don't complete that need, even if they promised the magazine that they would make sure every need of mine. So Nicole and I love gossiping about every thing possible. Our deepest feelings, our favourite likes, our stupidest confessions. Everything we could possibly talk about... We could go on and on and on and there could be no end to it cause we would always find some thing new to gossip on. Zee actually wonders how we do it but he should understand that we are girls after all.

The only person left was Chris. Well, he has been distancing himself from us, well, me. But I don't see the reason he was doing this. Does he have a problem with me or something? Cause ya, it's affecting me really bad. He is my best friend and I don't really except him to act this way cause I need him. He has been shying away everytime I come since the time I have been with Zee. Sometimes I wonder if he is the reason.

When ever I ask Zee about it, he tells me that Chris is going through a very bad time and needs some time alone. Well, in my defence, he has had more than six centuries to all alone if he wanted and that trick does not fool me. I wanted to be the friend who can help him. I want to be able to repay whatever he has done for. I want to be the one to see through him. And I would, only if he gave me the chance to. But he keeps running away.

Any ways back to the point. So the whole point is that I have got so close to these guys that it's much more comfortable to say 'I love you' to them than to the creepy stalker of my life. And in fact to taunt him, I do it more often. I'll tell I love you to everyone in this world but him and it gives me the satisfaction to see him the way I wanted to. Jealous! I am so glad that they play along. The exception is obviously Chris and Nicole. Chris because he always runs away before I could even say anything to him. And Nicole because she loves supporting Zac and that's when Zac gets a pleasure of me not happy with Nicole. But still it's fun to taunt him.

"Angel! Are you coming or not?" Zac shouted. I was in my room comfortable with whatever I was doing. "Coming where?" I yelled, not ready to move from my really comfortable position. I was sitting on the window sill with a very special book in my hands.
It contained my deepest and darkest secrets, my ever existing happiness, my pressurizing emotions. Infact it had every tiny detail of my life. A book which, most importantly, had my complete trust and outmost faith. My loving diary.
The door creaks open and he peeps in and then opens the door halfway, his hand curled around the golden door knob. "I am going to take you somewhere where we can spend some time all by ourselves." He said regardless of anything. I knew it because of their powers, all their ears would be here. And he meant for them to hear it.
"So it's a date?" I asked. "Yes!" He said in that 'Duh?' tone and even shrugged to prove his point. "But why now? We already went to one!" I whine. I was so comfortable right now plus this was one of the rare moments where I was left alone, letting me spend some time to myself.
"But that was one week back!" "Please! Just today let's stay back." I begged, still refusing to get up. "No, I really want to take you out and I'm not taking no for an answer." He said firmly. "I so hate you!" I mutter as I slam my book shut and flung it on my table. "No, you love me." He replied with a smirk. I just rolled my eyes and even throwing things at him to get him out of my room.
"Are you going to get up or do you want me to pick you up?" He asked, almost too innocently. "I think I can get up by myself..." I mutter as I get up slowly. He came into my room. "I really wonder why am I in love with a girl who is incredibly lazy..." He trailed off. Does he even realise that I am in the room and I can hear him? "I wonder why is this really old man stalking my life...." I say in the same tone followed by a dramatic sigh. "Apparently because he looks sexy and young plus he is madly in love with this girl." Again in that tone. So technically it was like we were talking to ourselves and but indirectly to each other. "But the only problem is the feeling's not mutual..." And turned away from him, looking at the view outside the window instead. "Ya, she felt just more than that." I rolled my eyes and then turned towards him. This talk was getting me all frustrated.
"Your point?" I asked him. "That you should go on this date with me?" He pointed out. "Ok! I'll go!" "Then I shall wait for you." He said humbly and walked out of my room. Before he could step outside, my voice stopped him. "You didn't tell me where we are going." "Consider it as a surprise." He said as he turned to face me. "Then what should I wear?" I ask as I open my wardrobe doors and sit on my bed. For a girl, it was always a difficult choice.
"Something casual, I think?" He suggested. This time the naughty smile reached up my lips. "Nothing too hot and sexy? Maybe something that could turn you on?" I taunted. "Well, I thought that came automatically." He muttered, his face turning red. Is he blushing? "Awww!!!!" I cooed. Ofcourse, I heard what he had said.
In embarrassment, he just ran out of my room, giving me time to change. I laughed at his reaction and then actually began to think seriously what I should wear for my date.