It took us an hour to get to his house in his car, which he had left sitting in front of my house. When we finally pulled into the driveway, I was shocked. This house was nothing like I’d thought it’d be. The windows, which were very small, were covered by curtains. The house itself was small. I guess you don’t need much for a family of four. My mom is wasting money. Four people live in our house, it’s not necessary to have 7 bedrooms.
I got out of the car, and met him at the foot of the porch steps. He grabbed my hand and started up. He realized I wasn’t moving, so he turned and looked at me.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.”
“It’s okay. They’re older. They have more experience. If I can refrain from killing anyone, you know they can.” He smiled, reassuring me. I nodded and let him pull me into the house.
The house smelled of pizza. Zachariah pulled me into the kitchen where Kirsten was standing with who I assumed was Maksim and Ilona. They too had pale colored eyes, which I’m guessing were just a weakened color of the color they had when they were human.
“This is Dasha.”
“Hi, Dasha. I’m Maksim. This is Ilona.” She gave me a sweet smile, but said nothing. Neither approached me. Kirsten bounded forward, enveloping me in a hug. I staggered back and the only thing keeping me up was Zachariah’s hold on my hand.
“Kirsten.” Zachariah hissed. “Be careful. She’s not made of stone.”
“Right. I’m sorry, Dasha.” She stepped back, but held me at arm’s length.        My stomach growled again, and that reminded everyone of what they were doing.
“I hope you like pizza.” Maksim said. “That’s pretty much all these two will eat.” He didn’t mention the blood, but I was guessing he did that so not to frighten me. But hey! My boyfriend’s a vampire. It’s something I would just have to get used to.
“That’s fine, thank you.”
“It won’t be done for a while.” Ilona spoke up. “Give her a tour of the house Zach.” He nodded and started pulling me through the rooms. I yawned.
“You must be tired.”
“No. I’m fine.” He led me to a door off at the end of the hall way. He opened it and pulled me down a flight of steps. The room was dark, and I tripped a few times, but Zachariah kept me standing.
He left me for a second to turn on a few sconce lamps. The walls were painted black; the floors were red plush carpet. Against one wall stood a giant entertainment stand with a giant television. There were several hundred movies there. Against the other wall was a huge bad. The covers were black with red stripes.
“Yeah. This is my room.”
  A/N  I'm guessing no ones reading by the lack of faves I'm getting. I tried out wattpad but im not getting any reads there either. Wow. My stories must really suck.