The Difference Between You and Me - Chapter 16

First of all, I'd like to answer some questions that Isabella Marie, - who commented on the previous chapter of this story - presented to me. Colie could be pregnant, becasue it's been three days, and technically, if two people have sex and the sperm successfully connects with the egg, the person is already classified as pregnant, but pregnancy tests can't determine it straight away because it's too early on in the pregnancy. The reason why Vincent couldn't see her being kidnapped was because, as it said in the previous chapter of this story, the parking lot was on the other side of the building, so he couldn't see her. I hope I've cleared up your confusion, and I'm glad you love my story! Also, I'd like to give a big hsout-out to Samantha Brooke and MINIMAN, because they are Awesome comment-leavers. But this chapter is actually for Phoebe (as in Phoebe Gardens) because she leaves me the most AWESOME comments and has equally AWESOME stories! I love you Phoebe and keep at it, girl!
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I was falling, falling, into nothing and everything, clawing at the walls of fire to help me break free of my cage, but I was melting, melting…

I woke up with a gasp, glad to be free of the nightmare which I had been trapped inside.

I frowned when I realized that my surroundings weren’t those of my home. The bed that I had woken up on was very large, circular, the duvet deep, deep red, darker than blood. To the right side of the bed was a large chest of mahogany drawers, and to the left was a bedside table, the color matching the rest of the furniture. The walls were also painted a deep red, quite a lot darker than the duvet.

‘You like it?’ A deep voice said from the shadows.

I swear I jumped a foot in the air, and the figure chuckled, before stepping into the light. It was Zane.

Zane, like all male vampires, was incredibly beautiful, though his beauty and Vincent’s was a different sort of beauty. Vincent’s beauty was dark, animalistic, possessive and dominant, whereas Zane’s was more disturbed, with that air of cunningness around it.

His eyes were green, a green so sharp that it made me want to look away, but I could only stare at him, horrified. His chestnut-coloured hair was long, reaching down to about five inches past his back, and pulled back into a ponytail, secured with a black elastic band. His physique, like Vincent’s, was tall, and incredibly muscular. A thin, white tank top covered his torso, while he wore black, baggy jeans. Around his neck was a necklace, not chain, but black string, with a small, bronze talisman hanging off the bottom, and I had the strange urge to reach out and touch it, to feel its rough surface against my skin.

‘Why – Why am I here?’ I stammered fearfully, scrambling up into a sitting position on the bed.

Zane moved just a little bit closer to the bed, his head tilted, as if studying me. ‘I would have assumed that you already know,’

I didn’t want to voice what Vincent had told me about Zane’s so called ‘revenge’. I say this because when I imagine revenge, I imagine violence, you know, people killing other people, people cutting off various limbs from a person, but never have I imagined revenge as stealing a woman from her boyfriend. Or could Vincent really be considered my boyfriend when we were so much more?

‘Well,’ I said, twisting into a different position comfortably. ‘He told me that you…you want…’ I couldn’t go on.

Zane raised a dark eyebrow. ‘He told you that I wanted you? Well, yes,’ he mused, his mouth taking on thoughtful frown. ‘Surprising how even the most best kept secrets can get out, isn’t it?’
I stayed silent.

‘And I also bet he told you that my taking you is the result of Vincent supposedly killing Matthew?’

I instantly fired up. ‘Vincent did not kill Matthew. I don’t know who did, but-’

I was cut off by Zane’s sudden raucous laughter. ‘Oh. No, no, my dear girl, of course Vincent didn’t kill Matthew, no, that wouldn’t have been very noble of him, would it?’

I frowned. None of this was making any sense. ‘Then why did you accuse him of-?’

‘Accuse him of killing Matthew?’ Zane finished for me, both eyebrows raised. ‘Well, to give him a reason for wanting you for myself, of course,’

My head was in a very big mess. ‘Wait a second, but Matthew is dead/. ‘Who-?’

‘Who killed him?’ Zane said. ‘I did,’

My eyes widened. Zane had killed Matthew? Why? Granted, Matthew may have betrayed Vincent, but he had also been working for Zane the whole time; Matthew had been faithful to Zane. What reason did eh have for killing him?

‘W-why? Why would you do that?’

Zane shrugged, and if you sae his expression you would have thought we were talking about the weather or something, not the murder of a man. ‘Because I wanted to. Much as I hate your Vincent, I know he’s not stupid enough to believe that Matthew had been killed when really he was alive and well. So I made him believe that I believed that he had killed my ever-faithful spy, because he knew I’d want revenge if Vincent had actually killed him.’

‘This doesn’t make any sense!’ I cried. ‘How could you have killed Matthew? He never did anything wrong to you! How could you do that?’

Zane looked at me pityingly, as if I was missing out on his fun. ‘Oh, dear, little Colie. Of course you’d think like that. Why ever would I kill one of my own? It’s simple: I wanted – want, I mean – you, I had to give Vincent for wanting you, so I killed Matthew and accused Vincent of killing him. There. Now is that so hard to believe?’

I was furious; I scrambled up from the bed and stood straight, craning up my neck to glare at Zane. ‘How could you do that? Didn’t Matthew mean anything to you?’

Zane thought about that for a moment. ‘No,’ he said.

I blinked. ‘No?’ I said, my anger forgotten for the moment. ‘Don’t you care about anybody but yourself?’

I was disbelieving. Vincent may be the most merciless, cold Vampire that ever lived, but I knew that he would never, ever kill one of his own without a good reason, or without remorse. How could Zane be so…so…so cruel?

‘Yes,’ Zane murmured, moving closer to me again, his bright, piercing green eyes burning into mine.

I turned my head so that I wouldn’t be staring into those hypnotizing eyes again, and tried to control my ragged breathing.

‘Why-?’ I started, but my voice broke, and I cleared my throat before continuing. ‘Why do…why do you suddenly want me anyway?’ I wasn’t particularly comfortable with talking about this

‘It’s not sudden, Colie,’ Zane rolled his eyes. ‘I’ve wanted you for quite a while now - about…hmm, eight years?’ I blinked at how long that was. ‘But it’s only recently that I’ve been able to think up a plan good enough,’ a self-satisfied smirk was playing around the edges of his lips.

‘But why?’ My frustration was building up rapidly. ‘Why do you want me?’

He cocked an eyebrow again. ‘I don’t know, Colie. Can you tell me why some married couples are attracted to each other? Can you tell me why some married couples stray because they are not satisfied? It’s in their nature – that’s why they do it. It’s in my nature to find a mate, and I’ve found one,’

My breathing started to grow loud and angry. ‘I will never, ever be your mate. And that’s a promise,’

For the first time, anger clouded Zane’s handsome features. His green eyes darkened to the colour of rained on grass, and they became heavy-lidded. His arm muscles clenched, and his hands balled into tight fists. And then, and I don’t know quite how it happened, I was being pressed into the wall by Zane’s hard, muscled body, while he kept both of his hands on the wall either side of my waist. I was trapped. His head was near my neck, and he leaned down to my ear and whispered, ‘Don’t make promises that you won’t be able to keep,’

‘And how do you know which promises I’ll be able to keep and the ones I won’t?’ I asked, uncomfortably aware of the warmness of his body against mine, pressing me into the wall.

‘Colie - you’re mine now,’ he murmured into my ear, and then pulled back and stared me directly in the eye to see if his words had really hit me.

I gasped at his unfair statement - it was a really bad move on my part. As he had drew back from my neck and looked me in the eye, his face was so close to mine that our noses were actually touching, and our lips were millimeters away from each other. When I gasped, his eyes flickered to my lips, and he leaned in, and it seemed that everything from there was in slow motion. He pressed his lips softly to mine, and all I could do was stand there, frozen, much to shocked at what he had done to move.

And then he was stepping away from me, staring at me with that sultry gaze. ‘You’re mine,’ he said softly, before turning on his heel and exiting out of the room, and the door clicked shut behind him.

I slowly sank to the ground, my whole body shaking with barely contained sobs. I buried my head in my hands, my head reeling with images of Zane’s lips on mine. Yes, his lips were soft and warm and they felt nice on mine, but they were not Vincent’s, and that made it feel wrong. I loved Vincent. I loved him more than life itself.

I wondered if he was worried about me - whether he knew where I was or whether he was searching for me. If I hadn’t forced him to go grocery shopping…

And then I jolted when I remembered what was inside my bag. I quickly glanced at the door. Would anyone come in? Would someone suddenly appear in my room? No. No, of course not. If someone approached the room, then my intensified hearing would pick up on it. It was worth the risk.

With shaking hands, I drew out the pregnancy test from my bag and read the back. It said that I had to hold it between my index finger and thumb with both hands, and if a blue light appeared on the screen, then that means that I was pregnant, but if the red light appeared, then I was not. I trembled all over as I took the pregnancy test out of the small box that it was in, took of the seal and wrap, and held it between my index fingers and thumbs. I didn’t want to look at the result right away, so instead I cleared my head ad thought of Vincent. Sweet Vincent, so handsome and kind and beautiful and trustworthy…

I knew that I could not withhold my curiosity to check whether I was pregnant or not, so, with a thudding heart, I looked down at the small stick-like thing in my hands.

It was flashing blue.