A Little Blood (SLOW UPDATES)

Silver tongue and Crystal tears.

The way he left my room, had me feeling so guilty. I knew I had hurt him emotionally. But he said I didn't have to explain myself to him. I don't get it.

We're just friends right? I mean barely even that. We've only been friends for what? Two days? And yet I already feel some sort of attachment to him. This is highly unusual for me.

I mean the last person I fed from like that.... was Finn. He was a hybrid. His mother a werewolf and his father a vampire. Should be impossible to interbreed. But he was a miracle to say the least. He brought peace between the species for quite some time. And I became close to the werewolves. They begrudgingly named me an honorary member of their World pack. But soon it wasn't so bad for them they came to trust me. To like me and to know me. But he still died. By their hands. The same hands that took my coven away. The same hands that destroyed his inner pack.

All werewolves were in the world pack. Meaning every single werewolf that was alive was a part of this pack. And in the world pack their were smaller packs. Such as the RedWind pack. That was the name of his pack. Then there was the SunSpire pack, SkyLight pack, MoonBlood pack, and many more. Those were just the locals.

It was hard to lose them and in a way I felt like I just lost Loki...

Then realization hit me.

He knew.

An image of Loki smirking a knowing smile on his face, went in my head.

He fucking knew!

That slick bastard! He had known what I was this entire time!

And worst if all he was able to see, the monster. The part of me that is always going to be the more predominant side.

The hunger.

The predatory gaze.

The Haze that came with being bitten.

The consequences of my actions and how they effect others.

He could tell anyone what happened and they would believe him.

But I knew deep down he wouldn't do that. He was my friend. At least I think he is.

But my mind comes back to his face. The face he made as he was leaving. The one of pain, and conflict.

I quickly jumped from my bed and and went out into the hallway to knock on his door.

He didn't answer. I knocked again and again. No answer.

"FRIDAY?"

"Yes Miss Porter?"

"Where is Loki?"

"He is in his room miss."

"K thanks."

I banged on his door this time.

"Loki open this damned door! NOW! We need to talk!"

He jerked his door open and snarled at me.

"What do you want? You've already gotten what you wanted so leave."

I felt a pang of guilt then hurt then it turned into anger. No.

"No you do not get to do this to me! You offered it to me, I refused, you offered again and I asked if you were sure. I didn't want to take anything from you and yet you convinced me! YOU convinced ME that it was okay. That you were okay with it. In fact you made me feel like it's what you wanted! In fact you said so yourself!" I pointed at him. And jabbed my finger into his chest with each sentence.

Backing him up in his room with each jab. Once I was fully inside I closed the door and locked it behind me.

"And I quote, 'I've always wondered what it felt like to be bitten.' And the fact that you knew! You knew when I tried to keep my condition a secret! Then you use that stupid silver tongue of yours and manipulated me!"

He growled at me backing me up against the door.

"Know your place Vampire. This is what you wanted is it not? You wanted to stay closed off from everyone. You wanted to be alone. Well.." he chuckled then turned serious once more. "This is me giving you what you want."

"No! You don't know what I want! How could you? Hmm? How could you possibly know what I want? I've lived 800 years and only I have ever known what want. And truth be told, I want someone I can live with! I don't want to be alone. I need to be alone because for most people, death is inevitable, and only a fool would think otherwise!" I said pushing him away.

"Then why not find another of your kind hmm? I know your kind stay in covens! Why not stay with one?!"

"Because vampires only commit to one single coven in their existence! And I've had mine!"

"Then why don't you be a good little vampire and leave! Go to your coven, to your family!" He yelled at me with a roar.

"Because they're dead!" I screamed. Tears coming to my eyes as I broke down sobbing. "Because... Th-They're dead!" I fell to my knees and sat against the door. I pulled my knees to my chest.

His anger seemingly subsided, and an expression of regret filled his features.

"How?" He said softly.

"Hunters... they had found us. They... had found me. Rare is it for a vampire to have two specialties. Two abilities.
If a human, when they are turned already have an ability or a power, when the vampire specialty comes in, the weakest of the two fades to nothing. Ceases to exist. But not me." I said my voice shaky.

"What do you mean?"

"I had a fire so bright, so powerful, that people feared me. I burned my entire village, I killed them Loki... I killed them all. It was an accident I was but a teenager and I killed them. I got angry.... I.. I burned them all." My tears returning to me.

He crouched down and uncharacteristically hugged me and cradled me in his arms as I cried. When I finally settled down 14 minutes later, I explained more to him.

"My fire, my ability didn't disappear when my Specialty came in. They both stayed. That had never happened before, and word got out and the hunter organization wanted to kill me more than they already did. So they sought me out, killed hundreds to find me. When they finally did, my coven kept them at bay and my master commanded me to run. He used his master compulsion to make me run. To abandon my coven. I could hear their screams for miles. Their screams still haunt me to this day..." I buried my face into his chest.

I knew I was likely crossing a line, but I didn't care at that very moment. I was too haunted by the memories that were coming back after being suppressed for years...