Vampire in my Attic: A Paranormal Romance

As if moving to Scotland wasn't hard enough this dumb vampire had to go and fall on me.

*Excerpt*

By now she was stepping out of her pants and tiny undergarments, and although I was telling myself to look away, my eyes were glue to the spot. By God, she has a lovely body, so slender and perfectly curved, not voluptuous, but pleasant to look at. Her legs were shapely, her stomach flat, and her breasts…oh my, what is this? Down boy!

Forgive me, but when you haven't had any real intimacy with a person in a hundred years, you tend to get overly excited. I watched her get into the shower now, ducking her head under the hot torrent of water and washing out the strange substance she had smeared in her hair some thirty minutes ago. Why was I still watching her, you ask? Well, since I'd already gotten a fairly good look at her, I figured I couldn't do any more harm by looking.

That was where I was wrong. I pursued her over to the shower so I could see down into it, and was just slowing down to take a peek when I heard a groan from the attic floor that made me nervous; it was a bit too loud to be the wind. The groan was followed by the cracking sounds of splintering wood. I realized too late what was happening. The floor gave way and I came crashing down to the next floor, and, adding to my embarrassment, landed right on top of Aysel as she was stepping out of the shower.

The first thing she did when I fell on her was inhale sharply and fell with a heavy thud to the ground. The thud was closely followed by a scream, which I quickly cut off by slapping my hand over her mouth. No need making things more complicated than they already were. She stared up at me, terrified, wet, and shivering, and I felt really, really guilty for scaring her as I did. Not to mention that her bruises were probably aching from the impact, in addition to gaining a few new ones.

When I had composed myself, I quickly untied my cloak and draped it around her and then pulled her to her feet. "Are you alright, Miss?" I asked, trying to remain dignified despite the situation.

She couldn't answer. She simply drew my cloak tightly around her and stared at me. It was making me rather uncomfortable actually. Finally, she opened her mouth and spoke. "Who the fuck are you?"