An Arranged Trade [Twelve] Prisoner To A Vampire

Alice hadn’t realized she had buried her face in between her knees that were pressed up against her chest until she heard the deep sound of Daemon clearing his throat.

Oh no, I’ve been caught! She though, misinterpreting his sound.

She slowly peered up from her knee to examine the familiar vampire when she noticed his back was turned to her, his hands quickly shifting through clothes. She sighed to herself, but realized it hadn’t been the wisest of ideas because Daemon’s head snapped to her direction the second she made the noice.

Alice froze in shock, knowing she had given her location away. Daemon looked as if he were staring directly at her as a frown crossed his face. His brows furrowed and he sniffed lightly. He then turned back to the hanging clothes, as if nothing had happened.

Did he not see me? She thought as she dug her fingernails into her palms. The pressure seemed to help her calm down. Deep breathes, Alice. Deep breathes….

My god, how long does it take him to get dressed? Fifteen minutes had passed since her little “incident” when she almost gave herself away. Daemon had been shifting through the same patch of clothes and Alice’s butt was going numb. She didn’t know how much longer she could sit like this. Or see him like this…

She was about to just give up entirely and call “Olley Olley Ox In Free” when Daemon suddenly turned and approached her hiding spot. Her breath caught in her throat as he began to shift through the long coats that kept her body hidden. She examined his feet, trying to pull her mind away from the fact that he was indeed only a few inches away while simply bearing a towel.

Every curve between his toes, his heel, his ankle, and his calf. Every line was symmetrical with the other and perfectly formed. His skin was extremely pale, a fact she hadn’t taken in due to her last “close-up” of him was in nearly pitch darkness. It was milky and smooth, almost appearing as if it were carved out of a slab of marble by a sculptor.

A shine of light stretched across her face, almost blinding her because she had become so accustomed to the darkness the coats offered to her. She peered up to examine what was causing such light to expose itself to her, but she froze in place when she realized the coats had been spread and Daemon was staring straight down at her. His golden eyes were glossy and wide, his face slightly pink.

“What… the hell… are you doing in my closet?” Daemon asked, completely stunned by his discovery.

“Playing… hide and seek?” Alice smiled widely, trying to cover up the fact she didn’t belong where she sat.

“With who? Yourself?” Daemon raised an eyebrow as he hoisted her up to her feet with one arm. For someone who looked so slim, he sure was strong.

Alice glanced down to the floor to suppress her words, but she quickly moved her eyes back up to his face. They resembled the size of dinner plates and her face was bright red.

“What’s wrong with you?” Daemon questioned as a slight draft rushed over his lower half. His eyes widened as well and he slowly placed his hand over Alice’s eyes, shrouding her from the pale sight and the wet towel that had dropped onto the floor.