You and Oliver arrived to your destination, and your face...speechless. His house, it was bright pink! The gaudiest looking house to ever lay your eyes on, it looked like one of those Barbie doll houses you owned as a kid. 'What the literal fuck.' You thought, a disgusted look on your face. His house was much worse than his car, which you almost threw up on when you saw it. His car was baby blue, and had a pink spray painted cupcake on it.
"So do you like it?" He smiled at you while slightly blushing.
"Well, it is certainly unique." You said, trying not to sound awkward.
The last thing you wanted was to get him pissed, since you had to do all that work before to get him to calm the fuck down. 'Head case.' You wanted to say to him so badly but kept as a pretty thought in your head. Oliver smiled at you excitedly
"Oh I knew you would think so ____! Most people make fun of my style but you appreciate it for the work of art it is."
You looked at his happy expression and couldn't help but find him adorable, you cursed yourself for thinking this.
"Well come on in." He held the door for you.
"Ladies first." He winked. You blushed. 'Dammit.' You thought.
"Is something the matter _____?" Oliver asked you confused.
"Nah it's nothing." You said walking into the bright pink house.
Oliver went in the kitchen, leaving you in the living room. The inside of the house was much calmer in terms of color, it was still pink and blue, but more pastel. The house was decorated very old fashioned like how you would imagine an old ladies house to look like. It was full of frilly curtains, doilies, vintage furniture, and antique tea sets. Something very peculiar caught your attention, it was a shelf with a bunch of porcelain dolls on it.
There were a mix of female and male dolls, one male doll with red hair looked familiar to you.
"What in the?" You said looking at all the dolls, there were a lot!
You continued to look down the shelf, there was another male doll that was interesting he had longish blonde hair and violet eyes, but there was one doll in particular that caught your attention, a beautiful doll that unlike all the others was in a glass case. She had to be special, she had long chocolate brown hair, and deep blue eyes. She was the most beautiful doll there.
You reached your hand out to touch the case , she looked sad. Trapped in that case, almost as if she was calling out to you. As your hand reached out a voice shouted at you.
"Don't touch that!" You flinched your hand away and looked over at Oliver shocked.
"Sorry." He said sweetly coming over to you to wrap his arms around you.
"I didn't mean to yell at you like that , but that doll is special to me."
You looked at him with a straight face. " Are all these dolls what I think they are?" You asked him.
"Yes, they are all dolls of my lovers." Oliver said to you looking serious.
'That's really creepy.' You thought, glancing at all the dolls. You continued to talk.
"Who is she?" You asked pointing to the doll in the case.
"Alexandria." He answered, and sweet smile played upon his face as he looked at the doll. A smile that you had never seen him wear, it was a smile filled with love.
"She was my first lover." He said.
"A long time ago, I fell in love with her. She was beautiful, elegant, kind, and strong. She captured my heart and still has it." His eyes looked saddened.
"She noticed me one day as I always admired her, and it turned out she always admired me as well. She was a vampire, and she was the one who turned me." He looked down.
"She was a vampire , so she was killed. I was left with nothing after that, Alexandria loved to bake cupcakes so in memory of her I bake cupcakes for everyone. To make them smile like she made others smile. That's why I never wear a frown, she hated it when people frowned."
Oliver's sweet face turned into an evil grin. " I lost my sanity the day she died, yes so all those who killed her were met with a special delivery. I baked them delicious cupcakes, the way Alexandria always made them, and made sure to include a special secret ingredient in them."
He started laughing, and you backed away from him. "After that I searched and searched for the perfect partner but none could hold a candle to Alexandria, so then I had to "teach" my lovers how to act like a perfect lady or gentlemen. They were only allowed to see me and only me, and I made them wear beautiful dresses and suits with lace and frills. Just like Alexandria."
You looked at the crazy man with disbelief. "That's not love." You said.
"You can't let go of her, which I understand but you're taking it too far. Your playing a game, trying to create a whole new perfect life and a whole new "Alexandria" again, but you need to come back down to reality. " You paused then continued.
"You can't replace her, If your trying to find a new Alexandria then your not looking for love your looking for a puppet or a doll, a doll that you can control and play dress up with. You can't control the person your in love with like that."
Oliver looked surprised by your words and upset. "I'm not your puppet, I won't be your Alexandria. Your not truly in love with me so you should just let me go. Focus on finding someone new to fall in love with and have a new start."
You turn around and start walking to the door, but a pair of arms embrace you from behind to stop you.
"Please, please _____ don't leave me! Love please!" Oliver cried, tears were pouring down his face. You were frozen, you just stayed quiet and didn't move. Silence, as you just stood there in Oliver's embrace.
"_____ , your different than all the others. Your the first person to say that to me, to stand up to me like that. I admire your strong heart."
You look up at him. "You don't even know me, how can I be so different?"
Oliver giggled "Most of the others I had to gag and tie up to get them to come with me." Your eyes widened.
"Only you and another person stayed calm around me."
You looked him in the eyes. "Alfred?"
Oliver patted your head and rested his hand on it. "Yes, and he was the only one I turned too."
You were shocked. 'So Oliver turned Alfred into a vampire?' You thought, while looking at Oliver who looked sad.
"He hated me for that and left me, but I didn't want him to leave. Ever." A twisted smile appeared on Oliver's lips.
"So I captured him, tied him up so he would never leave me." Oliver licked his lips.
"He was so cute and helpless like that, it makes my heart throb when I picture it." Oliver started to blush.
"I took care of him, fed him delicious meals, but he looked so sad. I felt bad so I untied him and told him he would have his freedom if he never left me." Oliver's face became sad again.
"But he tried to kill me! My love tried to stab me in the heart, in a sense he did because it really did break my heart. I decided to find a new love and let him go, hostilities still between us."
He smiled at you then twirled your hair in his fingers. "But I know that you will never leave me. This is true love, I just know it. So I won't have to tie you up."
He smirked at you. "Though, the thought of you in ropes kind of excites me."
You snapped "No wonder he fucking hates you! You wouldn't let him go and tied him up! I see now what he was talking about, just when I was starting to think you were misunderstood and had good intentions." You slap his hand out of your hair.
"You say something messed up! Your sick, there's no way I would ever fall in love with you!"
Oliver grabbed your mouth. "Stop it, you don't mean what your saying dear." He said calmly.
You tried to protest but he grabbed you with one hand and the other covered your mouth as dragged you off to a room. Oliver threw you on the bed.
"Now love, this is your room now. Please calm down and have a nap, your a little cranky right now. I'll go make you some camomile tea to relax you." Oliver closed the door behind him and locked it.
Slamming your fist against the door you banged on it and shouted. "Let me out of here! Let me go!"
After minutes of screaming you fell to the floor and gave up. 'This is my life now, locked up away in this house.' You buried your head in your knees and curled up in a fetal position. The tears wouldn't stop, never in your life have you been more scared. What would Oliver do with you, lock you up forever in this house to have tea parties and dress you up in frilly dresses? You noticed the closet open in the room was filled with Lolita styled dresses, and Mary Janes.
Oliver opened the door, he was holding a tray with two cups of tea. He placed the cup beside you and smiled at you.
"Please drink it, it will help you sleep. Good night." He whispered closing the door behind you.
That night you fell asleep on the floor, you refused to sleep in the bed. Morning, you saw the light beam through the window. The window you tried to escape from last night but it was unmovable and wouldn't smash. Oliver unlocked the door and walked in your room.
"Breakfast!" He said cheerfully.
"This way! I made it just for you." You just stared at him.
"Oh my your such a handful, fine dear." Oliver wrapped his arms around you and picked you up bridal style.
"I'll just carry you my princess." He carried you off to the kitchen and sat you down.
"I made you an omelet, with my secret ingredient!" He paused.
'Poison?' You would have normally questioned him but you were gone, you had given up on defying him.
"Love!" He exclaimed. "I also baked some muffins."
He placed the plate in front of you but you just stared at it, with a blank expression.
"Go on try it! It won't kill you I promise." He laughed. You weren't so sure.
Oliver smiled at you. "Oh I get it, you want me to feed you. How adorable."
Oliver bent down next to your seat, he picked up the fork and scooped up a bite full of the omelet.
"Here comes the airplane." He fed you the omelet, you kind of hoped an airplane would crash into him.
You had a bit of egg on your lips and he wiped it off. "There all clean love."
He was smiling at you but studying your lips he noticed something. "_____ your lips are bruised." He said serious.
"How did that happen love?" He questioned you, his happy expression gone.
He then grabbed your mouth "Who kissed you?" He asked with rage in his eyes.
He could tell the kiss was probably rough and intense by the hickey.
"Alfred." You answered in a monotone voice.
Oliver laughed "I see, is he a good kisser? Did you enjoy it?"
You could tell he was beyond pissed. You couldn't deny that Alfred was an amazing kisser.
"An amazing French kisser." You said sarcastically, knowing he was upset.
Oliver looked at you with anger. "Who do you think taught him what he knows? You want a good kiss I'll show you, love."
He gently kissed your lips, and slipped his tongue in. He was less rough than Alfred but there was passion behind it. He placed his hand on your cheek and pulled you into him with his other hand. His tongue playfully danced around yours, you didn't kiss him back but you were blushing like crazy because...You were actually enjoying it.
Oliver parted his lips from yours for a moment, pulling you closer to him stroking your hair.
"Don't hold back love."
He said then pulled you in for another kiss, you wrapped your arms around him and began to kiss him back. You forced your tongue against his, fighting him back. He pushed you to the ground and intertwined his hands with yours, you didn't resist him. You loved every moment of it. Oliver's lips lingered off your lips down your neck, he started kissing it sweetly, and slowly sucking on it.
"O-Oliver." You moaned.
You had never quite made out like this before, in fact you only had one boyfriend and it was only for a few months but you guys never really kissed or anything. You never got this kind of attention from a guy before and you loved it. It was sick because you hated him, but he made you tremble at his touch. He pulled his lips from your neck and licked his lips.
"Your too cute ____." He chuckled.
You looked away from him blushing. "I hate you." You said trying to hide your face from embarrassment.
"I love you." He whispered in your ear, his breath tickling your it.
"Stop it." You said.
Oliver chuckled again. "So much better than Alfred right?" You didn't answer him.
"You can kiss me anytime you like, all my kisses are for you love." He said taking a strand of your hair and kissing it.
"No." You said still hiding your face.
"Look at me." He said.
"No." You repeated.
Oliver pulled your face up. "Don't be embarrassed." He said while kissing your forehead.
Oliver stood up offering you his hand, you reached up and took it. "You should get dressed, you look like a mess."
Oliver led you back to your room. "All these are yours." He pointed to all the dresses in the closet.
You raised an eyebrow. "These aren't very practical. Don't you have any jeans or a sweater I can wear?"
"A lady must dress appropriately." He responded.
"This is the twenty first century." You said sarcastically.
"But they would all look so lovely on you dear." Oliver pulled out a baby blue dress, decorated with white lace bows.
"I think this would look great on you." Oliver smiled.
"No way." You said to Oliver pushing it away.
"Dresses aren't my thing." Oliver looked disappointed.
"Your wearing it." He said.
"Nope." You replied.
"_____ please put on the dress."
"Then I will make you." Oliver pinned you down to the floor.
"What do you think your doing!" You cried. "Stop it!"
Oliver ignored you and unzipped your sweater and took it off. "Oliver you stupid bitch, I said fucking stop!" You shouted.
Oliver continued to pull your shirt off, exposing your bra. "Don't look!" You cried.
Oliver then unzipped your pants and pulled them down. He grabbed the dress and pulled it over you, pulling your arms through the sleeves. He zipped the dress up, and let go of his grip on you.
You stood up and slapped him. "Don't do that ever again." You crossed your arms.
"It looks so adorable on you!~" He blushed seeing you in the dress.
"Shut it." You glared at him.
"Oh I almost lost track of time! We're going to be late for school we better hurry."
You looked at him like he was crazy. "School? You expect me to go to school dressed like this?"
Oliver hugged you. "It's so cute though, better than those slutty outfits most girls wear at school."
You and Oliver get out of his car in the school parking lot, his car earning a lot of weird looks and laughs. You and Oliver walk hand in hand into the building, then you see a familiar face. It was Alfred, his eyes widened when he saw you and immediately turned in into anger when he saw you holding Oliver's hand.
"Let go of her!" He yelled pushing Oliver away from you. Alfred pulled you into a hug with tears in his eyes.
"I won't let that bastard have you! Please ____! Don't fall in love with him!" Alfred pulled away to look at you seriously.
"He'll only end up hurting you!" Alfred pulled you into a hug again.
"I'll protect you from that asshole I promise!"