Sam and Vlad still stood there in the same positions as before. Vlad didn't know if he should say yes or no. He sort of wanted her to stay, but at the same time he felt that he shouldn't. He decided that he could let her stay until she felt that she could leave. He let out a heavy sigh and shifted his weight a little.
"Yes, you can stay. You can stay for as long as you need to." He said.
Sam's face lit up with shock and joy. She didn't actually think he would say yes.
"Thank you so, so much, Vlad!" she said as she smiled widely.
"As I said before, you're very welcome, dear. Now, you need to eat something. I can tell you haven't eaten or drank anything for quite a while."
liked that idea a lot.
She followed Vlad to the kitchen, which was just a couple rooms down from the laundry room. It was a rather large kitchen. There was an island in the middle of the room, a large fridge, a dishwasher, and the normal kitchen stuff. Everything was up to date and very clean and shiny.
"Have a seat, and I'll get you something." Vlad said pointing to the bar stools at the island.
Sam did as he said and sat down, watching him move around the kitchen and grabbing things. He set an apple, peanut butter and grape jelly, and bread out in front of her. He also set a bag of chips and salsa out.
"You'll need something to drink also." Vlad said moving to the fridge.
"Orange juice, if you have some." Sam told him as she stared at all of the food in front of her.
Vlad grabbed the orange juice and a glass. He poured her a glass and set it in front of her. He also grabbed some silverware for her. Sam made herself as sandwich and started eating. She hadn't tasted food in a few days, so she was starved. Once she was done she felt like she could explode at any minute.
"That was delicious. Thank you." she said after she quietly burped. Vlad chuckled and smiled a warm smile.
"Good, I'm glad you liked it. Since you are going to be staying here for a while, I think I should give you a tour of my mansion."
"Alright then. If you insist."
didn't know why, but for some reason she had these strange feelings
when she was around Vlad. She had this exhilarating, hear-racing,
nervous, but yet still composed feeling around him. She didn't know
Vlad gave her a full-blown tour of the mansion. Sam couldn't believe all the rooms he had. He had a game room with a small bar in it, a couple offices, five or six huge bedrooms, a gigantic ballroom, a living room with a big flat screen TV, a dinning room, a hot tub room, and of course a Green Bay Packers room. By the time they were done with the tour, it was around six thirty at night and it was dinnertime. They ate a delicious dinner and deserts. Afterwards it was around seven-fifteenish, and it was Vlad's alone/reading time in his large den/library.
He led Sam to the large room where there were tall rows of books about half way around the room. The rest of the walls were just painted a white color with wood paneling. There was a fireplace on the wall parallel from the doors; in a circle around the fireplace there was a very long red couch and a big red reclining armchair and a side table for each the couch and the armchair. There were also large windows that almost touched the ceiling in a row on the wall on the left side of the doors. Sam knew right away that she would be spending lots of time in this room. She glanced out the window and saw that it was storming again. And this time it was actually worse than when she had been found by Vlad. Vlad grabbed a book that was lying on a table and sat down on the couch. Sam went to one of the tall bookcases and grabbed a random book. She then sat next to Vlad on the couch and started reading. A couple pages in the book, Vlad looked over at Sam.
"What book did you find?" he said.
Sam looked at the cover and saw the title.
"To Kill a Mocking Bird." She said.
"Ah, that's a good book."
"I've never read it, so I wouldn't know."
Just then lightning lit up the sky and was followed by a huge clap of thunder. It scared Sam and caused her to pull her feet up on the couch and jump a little. Vlad laughed and went back to reading. A few minutes later another flash of lightning and a clap of thunder roared through the sky. The lightning caused the lights to flicker and then turn off. Which scared Sam even more and she gasped. Her jump caused her to move a little closer to Vlad.
"You know, for a girl who has a dark personality, you sure don't like the dark." He said with a chuckle.
"Well, I usually like the dark when I make it dark or when I want it to be dark."
chuckled again and leaned over to the table by his side of the couch.
He picked up a package of matches and lit a candle. He got up and lit
some other candles around the large room. Then there was just enough
candle light for them to keep reading their books. But of course the
thunder and lightning kept battling each other.
Every time it thundered, Sam was not ready for it so she kept jumping which kept making her get closer and closer to Vlad until she was a centimeter away from him. She hadn't noticed this until he pointed it out to her.
"What is your problem, Samantha?" he said as he put his book down on his lap.
"I uh…I don't really like storms sometimes."
"Y-yes, sometimes I like them and sometimes I don't. And right at the moment I'm not liking it."
"Samantha, I'm not going to let anything happen to you. You are perfectly safe. It's just a little thunder and lightning that made the power go out. It'll come back on before you know it. Alright?"
Sam couldn't believe what Vlad had just said. He seemed very protective of her. She could tell by the look in his icy blue eyes that he wasn't lying.
"Ok. You're right, it's just a storm." She said as she nodded her head.
From then on she was fine and the thunder and lightning did not scare her as bad. She had actually fallen asleep. Then her head started to slide to the right and stopped on Vlad's shoulder. Vlad saw this out of the corner of his eye and moved his head to look at her. He saw that she was asleep and was unconsciously snuggling her head into his shoulder with a content look on her face. He really didn't want to be mean and shove her off of him so he let her be and laid his own head back against the couch. He soon fell asleep too, listening to the rain gently hitting the window and the soft even breaths of Sam.