Even though she wore very thin and airy pajamas, Naminé felt very hot. She had sweat dripping her forehead and the sides of her face, and her legs were tangled in her sheets. She groaned, and no matter how badly she wanted to go back on her balcony and feel the light breeze that blew through her house, she knew she couldn't, for risk of running into that vampire again.
My god…She thought. I'm sweating like a sinner in Church.
She threw off her covers and went for her sketchbook. She opened up to the first blank page and started drawing with a black colored pencil. However, the first thing that came to mind was the vampire...what was his name? Zola? No…Sola? No, it wasn't that either…Sora.
She blushed at the same and whipped sweat from her forehead.
Meanwhile, deep underground, Sora lied in his own large bed. At the late hour it was, you think he would be asleep after the day's excitement, but he wasn't tired at all, not a bit.
Roxas knocked on his door and entered. "So, you finally found your mate. Took you long enough."
Sora rolled his eyes and sat up, leaning on his hands. "You should talk. You haven't found your mate yet either."
Roxas glared at him. "You should be thankful you got to her first, otherwise, I would've marked her as mine."
Sora returned his hateful gaze and bared his teeth.
It was one of Sora's few moments where he felt jealousy. Roxas was always the jealous one, the jealous younger of brother of the Vampire Prince. He was jealous of Sora's looks, personality, rank in the clan, and now, he was going to be jealous of Sora's mate, the mate that he wanted, but had lost.
They continued to glare at each other before Roxas turned on his heels and stormed out. He ran up the steps as he decided to speak to the girl himself.
The blonde girl glared at the image of the vampire in front of her. She angrily tore the picture out, crumbled it up, and threw it away into the garbage can.
She turned and was going to get her I-pod when she heard some tapping on the glass doors to her balcony. She saw the outline of what she thought was Sora.
She glared and stormed over in a way that was similar to how Roxas had stormed out of Sora's extravagant room. She opened the doors and was about to yell at him to go away but was stunned by what she saw.
It wasn't Sora. The boy who stood before her was blonde, and his hair spiked up only in the front. His eyes matched Sora's, but instead of holding lust, they were soft and gentle. The boy's gaze was warm and friendly, and his smile was kind and caring, compared to Sora's cocky smirk.
She stood there shocked with her mouth open slightly and her green eyes wide. "You're not…" She breathed.
Roxas chuckled. "Hi."
Naminé blinked twice. "Hi."
"You're Naminé, right?"
She nodded, dumbfounded and flabbergasted.
"I'm Roxas. I believe you met my brother, Sora."
It was then Naminé's shock faded at once. Her nasty glare returned, and she nodded hatefully. "Yes, we've met. Your perverted brother freaking kissed me with my consent."
Roxas sighed. "I know. I'm sorry for his behavior. Can I come in?"
She smiled and nodded and invited him in. "Thank you." He said as sat in a chair in the corner.
"So…" She started as she raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms over her chest. "If you're Sora's brother…then…you must be a vampire too."
Roxas nodded. "Yeah, but he's the almighty 'Prince of the Vampires'. I'm just second best."
She gave him a sympathetic look. "I know how that feels. My older brother Tidus is all my parents care about. He's the golden child of the family."
Tidus got perfect grades, was the captain of the basketball team, and was one of the most popular students in the entire school.
Naminé got excellent grades as well, and was in the honor society, though that didn't matter because Tidus did it first. He was the golden oldest child.
Naminé's parents loved her dearly, but she would always be second best because she was the second child. The first was always loved differently.
Her angelic voice broke the silence. "Excuse me…but I've got a question." Roxas gave a slight movement of his head that was a nod. "What does your brother want with me, exactly?"
Roxas sighed. "You see…Sora's at the age where the Prince must choose a mate, and he picked you."
Naminé shot out of her seat. "What?" She shouted. "He wants me for a mate? Why me?"
Roxas stared into her big and beautiful deep green eyes, filled with worry. She was beautiful. She was the most stunning young woman he had ever seen.
If only…if only he had gotten to her first. If only Sora didn't want her. But what Sora wants, he gets. And was Roxas' fault in the first place-after all, he was the one who told Sora about the new arrival to their town.
Suddenly, they heard footsteps down the hall. "Oh no, it must be my dad!" Naminé yelled. "You have to go!" Roxas nodded and got up and walked toward the door to her balcony.
He turned back. "Um, it was nice meeting you." He smiled.
She smiled back. "Yeah, it was nice meeting you too."
He nodded and escaped her fairy-tale like room, and jumped down from the balcony, heading back to his own home.
Meanwhile, Naminé gazed at the clock. It was after six. She yawned heavily. It was a good thing she didn't have school today, because she was exhausted.