The Difference Between You and Me - Chapter 18

Okay, a lot of you have told me on the comments that you leave that you don't like Zane, but I do. In fact, he's my favorite character. It has something to do with his twisted path of mind. Don't forget that Vincent's track mind is the same as Zane's. Zane, like Vincent, will go to any extremes to get what he wants. I like him because he knows what he is and accepts what he is, just like Vincent. He is evil - he knows that. This chapter is dedicated to Alyssa. =)
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When I tell you that I tried hard to escape from Zane’s mansion, I mean it – I tried hard.

I would not kiss him, and I would not let him win this bet. You might be wondering why I won’t just not kiss him if I don’t win, and that’s simply because I‘m not a girl who goes back on her word - if I say something, then I mean it.

My first attempt at trying to leave his mansion was actually just the day after we had made that God Forsaken bet. I was in the room that he said was now ‘mine’, and generally moping about, while rubbing my stomach and thinking of the worst possibility that could ever happen while I was with Zane, especially now that I was carrying Vincent’s child. It was as I was looking up at the ceiling that I realized there was an air vent. Excitement pulsed through my veins as I stood up on the bed and opened the tray-like thing covering the vent, then I jumped up and pulled myself into the air vent. It would have been hot in there, had it not been for the fan that was whooshing away the end of every turn. I crawled and crawled, until I finally came into an opening at the bottom. I grinned triumphantly, and opened the thing that concealed the vent, then fell right through…and landed on a huge, very comfy bed.

I was startled, and hiked myself up on my elbows and looked around the room. It was a deep blue colour, unlike mine which was a rich, dark red, and the furniture was kept to an absolute minimal. The bed that I was laying on was king size, no problem, covered with dozens of pillows and a matching comforter. I sighed and collapsed back onto the bed. This was most definitely not the exit.

And then I heard a lock click open, and I jumped, alarmed, to see Zane come into the room, wearing only jeans, leaving his muscled, very much defined abs on show for me to see. He froze when he saw me laying on what I presumed was his bed, took a look at his open air vent, and probably summed it all up. With a growl, he launched at me, toppling me backwards on to the bed so that I was laying down and he was lying on top of me, his bare chest pressing into me through my thin t-shirt. All I could do was stare up at him with wide eyes, as he looked at me with hooded lids.

I was breathing hard, and it didn’t help that every part of Zane from his neck down was pressed into mine. ‘You’re already trying to escape, Colie>’ He purred, his mouth so close to mine that when he talked his lips actually brushed against my lips.

‘Let…go of me,’ I panted, my hands pushing at his chest, trying in vain to get away from me.

‘I quite like you here, underneath me,’ he started playing with a lock of my hair, curling it around his finger and then letting it go. Just like Vincent used to do.

He buried his face in my neck, and startled nibbling on the skin there. ‘Stop!’ I gasped.

Surprisingly, he did stop. I blushed when his gaze travelled down my body. ‘Why are you wearing the same clothes as yesterday?’

I glared at him. ‘I wouldn’t BE in the same clothes as yesterday if you had THOUGHT to give me some new ones!’

He thinks for a moment, before grinning mischievously. ‘Okay, but first I have to know what clothes size you are.

I flush beet-red. ‘I’m a-’

‘No,’ he interrupts me in a whisper, and he looks dead serious. ‘I’ve got a better way to find out.’

Before I got a chance to ponder on what exactly that meant, he tugged me up from the bed and made me stand. I frowned. ‘What are you-?’ I started.

My sentence was caught off by Zane. His hands started at the top of my body, right at the top of my chest, before smoothing down over my breasts, moving his hands to my waist, and stroking down lower to my legs, where he adapted his hands to perfectly fit the muscles of my legs, until, at last, he was finished at my ankles, this ending with him kneeling down. And every moment he touched me I trembled. His touch was so much like Vincent’s.

‘Size 8,’ he concluded softly, standing up.

I nodded shakily. He was right.

We stand there, just staring at eachother, until all I can do is stammer, ‘P-please, Zane. Let me go.’

My tone is pleading, but he is merciless. Just like always. He shook his head and reached out for me, and I flinched away from him, afraid. He winces, looking hurt.

‘I have feelings, Colie,’ he whispers, looking at me for all the world as someone who had just taken something vital away from him.

I shook my head slowly. ‘Monsters don’t have feelings,’

His eyes darken. ‘I’m not a monster.’

‘Then let me go!’ I shouted.

He shakes his head. ‘I already told you. You’re mine now.’

My fists clench at my sides. ‘I am not yours.’

‘Keep telling yourself that, Colie.’

I raise my chin up defiantly. ‘You bet I will. You think that just because you kidnap me I’m suddenly yours?’ I laugh harshly. ‘You might have me in your stupid mansion, but you will never have my heart.’

And then he looks furious, the kind that bottles up inside you and pours out. But that’s not what happens. ‘One war or the other, I will win you over. It’s NOT FAIR that everytime I want something, Vincent has to go and –’

He cuts off, breathing like he had been running a marathon.

By this point I am confused. What is Zane talking about? I was Vincent’s long before Zane knew about me. Was he talking about something else. And if so, what?

‘Zane, what are you talking about?’

And then he looks up at me, smiling, as if he has come to a resolve. ‘Tell me, what did Vincent tell you about his being a vampire?’

I frown. ‘Just that this Makess Junio guy changed him.’

He smirked, as if he had been expecting this. ‘Okay. You want to know why me and Vincent are enemy’s? Why I want you?’ He looks me in the eye and leans forward so that are lips are just millimeters apart. ‘Then I’ll tell you.’