Chapter Two

Warnings: none, minor angst, vampire bites and drinking blood

Summary: Dean takes you to his mansion where you will be living. There are only two rules to being his. Will you comply or leave? Will he let you? More importantly, will he be able to keep his past separate from his future?

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Being in the presence of a vampire is something you never thought you be. All you've heard is horror stories of them kidnapping humans and feeding off them like blood slaves. Dean is different. He took one taste of your blood and decided you were worth saving. He hasn't tried to hurt you, hasn't tried to feed on you, and tries to keep you comfortable on the ride to his place.

Vampires can reside anywhere throughout the United States, but they tend to stay in the colder parts. Dean has plenty of places scattered across the States but his main property is in Rhode Island. They have cold winters but cool summers which Dean appreciates. The drive is kind of tense since this is a new situation for you, but you try to calm yourself down.

Dean's property is acres upon acres that houses a huge mansion, a massive pool/seating area, and probably much more. There are high bushes and trees blocking the view of the house from all sides, and there is a security gate at the entrance. Dean is very serious about his privacy which you can understand why. You would be too if you were a centuries-old vampire.

Why you? Why is your blood special? Why doesn't he just kill you like any other vampire would? When Dean offered you his deal, you thought you were making a smart decision. Your sister has become a very serious problem that you hate dealing with because it's the same shit all the time. However, since arriving at Dean's mansion, you're not so sure you made the right decision.

"Wow, this is beautiful and looks expensive."

"When you've lived as long as I have, you learn to save and put your money in the right stocks. It took a while, but I make money every hour without having to lift a finger."

"Must be nice," you scoff.

Dean parks in his multi-car garage and you both get out. He escorts you inside and to the room you're going to be staying in. This room is massive with a huge chandelier hanging in the middle of the room. The California King bed sits on a platform with a couch to the right of it. A vanity is on the right of it and next to that is a huge walk-in closet fit with carousels, a platform, headless mannequins, and a couch. Past the closet is a massive bathroom with a walk-in shower and a big tub for luxurious baths. You're not prepared to live in a place like this when all you've ever known were one-story houses where you had to share a bathroom with three other people.

"There is a live-in chef and maid on site at all times who can help you with whatever you need."

"Wow, this is kind of overwhelming if I'm being honest."

That's the same thing Annabeth said when he first brought her here centuries ago.

"This is overwhelming if I'm being honest," Annabeth says and touches the satin sheets on the bed.

"I know."

"I'm not used to such luxury." She comes from a very poor family who makes enough money to scrape by. "I've never known this life."

"Would you like to stay somewhere else? I have many houses to choose from."

"I'm sure they're all the same. You've been alive for thousands of years. You must be the wealthiest man in the world."

"I guess," Dean shrugs.

"Where are you staying?"

"Down the hall."

"You don't want to sleep next to me?"

Dean closes the distance between them and cups her jaw gently.

"Sweetheart, I'm afraid that if I do, I won't be able to hold myself back from you."

"What if I don't want you to?" she asks and steps closer to him.

"Annabeth," Dean whispers and closes his eyes.

"Kiss me."

Dean can't resist and kisses her hungrily.

"I make minimum wage at a bar with tips that are trash and you're sitting on millions if not billions of dollars in a house too big for even ten people. Can I be a vampire?" you joke.

"No."

"Where is your room?"

"Down the hall."

"Don't you ever get lonely living here by yourself?"

"I have the chef and maid."

"Right, because I'm sure they're your BFFs."

Dean sighs and puts more distance between you two.

"Look, there are only two rules I keep here. Bedtime is at nine every night. You don't have to go to sleep but you do need to be in your bedroom at that time. Second, never go in the basement."

"Why? What's in there?"

"Nothing of importance to you."

"Why nine?"

"Because I said so." You roll your eyes and Dean would love nothing more than to give you a reason to roll your eyes. "I have somewhere I need to be but make yourself at home. I have a gym, plenty of game rooms, movie theater... explore."

Dean leaves your new room and you're left alone with your thoughts. You walk to the window that overlooks the front of the house and see Dean pull out of the garage in one of his many cars. You could break his number two rule but you have a feeling that he'd be able to smell you down there. It wouldn't do you any good to piss him off the first day you're here.

You stow away your curiosity for now and leave your room in search of his. A bedroom can tell a lot about a person, and Dean's is just as mysterious as him. His room is bare with minimal-looking furniture. His room is dark because of his black walls and grey aesthetic. His curtains are open to let in natural light but it's not as bright as it should be.

You walk into his closet which is equally as dark with black suits, shirts, and pants with the occasional white and grey shirt. You brush your fingers over the fabrics in thought. You leave his closet and scan the room for any kind of personal effects he might have. There are no pictures of him, his family, or people he's loved over the years. He shows up on film and he has a reflection, so where are his pictures?

If you were thousands of years old, you'd have a big house full of pictures from over the years. You'd be a living historical document. He's the complete opposite unless all of his pictures are in the basement. Maybe his whole life is and he doesn't want someone snooping through it. Maybe that's why you were attracted to him from the beginning. You should have run for the hills once you found out what he was but you stayed.

You have a thing for the mysterious guys.

Your sister, Amber, is only an hour away from you but she needs to learn a lesson about what can happen if she continues down this path. You'll give her a week and maybe she might want to change her life for the better. Your phone rings and you jump at the sudden noise. You haven't talked to your parents since you left them for Amber, so you reluctantly answer your mother's call.

"Hey, mom."

"Where are you? Have you arrived in Boston?"

"I'm in Rhode Island right now. I got held up."

You don't tell your parents you encountered Dean or the fact that he's a vampire. If they heard this, they would surely drive down just to stake him themselves.

It didn't matter where in the United States a person lived, everyone had heard of the vampire rumors. Any time they are brought up in conversation, your parents would shut that shit down immediately. They'd always say they're not real but then come back and say they're too dangerous. They'd tell anyone with fang scars on their necks that they're fake and they're doing this for attention.

It's the precise reason why you're not telling them about Dean.

"Y/N..."

"Don't worry. I'm staying with a friend right now."

"A friend? What friend? You don't have any friends."

"Thanks, Mom," you roll your eyes. "He's an online friend I met. Everything is okay."

"Listen, you should come home. Amber chose this life. She knew what she was getting into when she chose drugs and alcohol. You know all she's going to cause you is trouble."

"Amber is a lot of things, but she's still my sister. She's still your daughter. She's not a bad person."

"Yes, she is," your dad's voice comes from the other line. He might be in the room but he's not close enough to the phone to hear clearly. "If you even think about bailing her out, then you might be just as bad as she is."

This pisses you off.

"I'll be home soon. Bye."

You hang up the phone without waiting for their response. Amber isn't the best person but she doesn't deserve to be treated this way. She needs help and her own parents gave up on her. Not you. You're not going to do this to her. What if you were in her in her shoes? Would you want her to come after you?

Dean was right about one thing, this place is massive with many things to do. If he's been alive for centuries, it makes sense that he would have such a big house with lots of entertainment. A movie theater, three game rooms, a gym, a bowling alley, a pool room, a spa, a huge library, a volleyball and tennis court, and much more. This place would make anyone want to stay here forever. If you had all the money in the world, you'd do something like this.

After exploring what you can, you end up in the kitchen with a delicious-looking meal in front of you. The chef is cleaning up the dishes when Dean enters. You're pushing your food around on the plate with your fork since you're not really hungry. Sure Dean has given you everything you could ever hope for, you don't want to live in this house alone.

"Where have you been?" you ask.

"Out."

"Are you going to tell me anything about you?" you sigh.

"No." Dean grabs a beer from the fridge before turning to you. "Why aren't you eating?"

"Not hungry."

Dean chuckles and sits next to you at the massive table.

"This isn't how this arrangement is going to go. You keep yourself healthy and I drink your blood. If you don't eat, you won't be healthy. Then, I'm going to force you to eat, and trust me, you don't want that."

The giddiness from agreeing to this fancy lifestyle has worn out. The excitement had dwindled to nothing. You're not sure you want to do this anymore.

"Maybe I want out."

"Not going to happen," Dean shakes his head. "Eat or I'll feed you myself." You take a single bite of food in hopes that will please him but he doesn't get up. "Finish the rest."

You do but you're not sure if it's because you're scared of him or if you're actually hungry. Dean sits there and waits until you've eaten everything. The chef takes away your dishes to clean when Dean grabs the bottom of your chair to pull you closer to him.

"My turn."

He grabs your face and tilts it to the left to reveal the side of your neck, and his fangs slide out smoothly. He leans in and sinks his fangs into the side of your neck. You gasp thinking it's going to hurt but you only feel a small pinch. Whatever pain you think you're going to have isn't powerful because the feeling you get from him sucking your blood is much more pleasurable.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head as euphoria flows through your entire body. Dean moans when he gets a taste of your blood but fights off the urge to drain you dry. He needs to pace himself or you won't last long. The time between you and Annabeth is centuries, and if he is going to make you last eighty to a hundred years, then he can't take too much. He only takes two pints but that's enough to make you woozy.

He leans back in his chair when he's taken enough and lets the power in your blood consume him from the inside. He's been chasing this high since Annabeth and he's elated to have found it again. When he comes down from his high, he gets up and grabs some paper towels to clean your wound.

He scoops you up bridal style to take you to bed. He thinks back to Annabeth and how different things were back then. He's going to do a lot of things differently so the same thing won't happen as it did back then. He's not going to let you manipulate him like she did. He's not going to fall for you like he did with her.