A Face Made For Daylight

Locked Inside The Chamber

Stella sat facing the fireplace, the sounds of crackling warmth a contrast to the violent knots in her stomach. She was gazing at the fire, lost in thought, in complete denial of what he told her. Her mind was trying to piece the chaos he unloaded onto her. The conversation they had hammering through her like a piledriver. She felt numb, yet in pain. Her body still and cold.

"Darling you haven't touched your tea." He walked back into the room sighing before taking a seat next to her on the sofa. "Mm ..much better. How do I look? Dashing?" He emphasized the word with a brow raised in her direction. Stella turned to him slowly, her expression sharp and annoyed. She moved her gaze down to his torso. He changed into a black kimono with etched symbols scattered in patterns across the material. It framed his bare chest. His hair was combed back again. Her gaze lingering on him a little longer than she expected. She swallowed, and she shifted back into the couch crossing her arms over her chest.

"Hmm--" He pouted at her smirking and leaned back comfortably with his knees parted, presenting himself confidently. He brought one hand up to his chest resting against his skin, and brought his other arm over his head resting his head back into his hand. He looked at the fireplace. "Do you have friends or family you need to call? We don't want them worrying now, do we."

She didn't answer. He turned his head slightly to her direction. "I mean honestly love, I'm doing you a favour letting you stay here. Your place is inadequate and.... sad." He said grimacing.

She turned her head, her brow knitted. "How do you know where I live?" He was leaned back, his face turned towards her resting on his hand behind his back. His eyes a chocolate brown, piercing into her with a smile creeping up on his face.

"Leeming Close, apartment 505." He drawled lazily. Her heart raced, and he can hear it. "It's not suitable and it's quite dodgy."

"Says the man......thing or whatever the fuck you are... who's holding me hostage." She stood up and walked out away from him standing closer to the fire place. She was pacing, her mind trying to figure out her next move, how she can get away.

This is insane. Vampire?? This isn't real. He leaned forward and picked up her untouched tea cup bringing it to his lips. He took a sip and his expression instantly turned." Ugh, bleurgh.." She turned to see him holding the decorative cup with his pinky raised. His brows furrowed, crinkling the corners of his eyes, his nose sneered. "Your tea got cold." He stuck out his tongue shaking his head before returning the cup. He stood up, keeping his gaze to the Bourbon on the small table as he walked to it. "Can I offer you a proper drink?"

With every move, his Kimono opened slightly revealing more of his torso. He stood behind the table with his front to her, his eyes fixed down on the contents of the glass table, he poured himself a drink. She couldn't help but stare at his body. The room was dim but the light from the fire place danced on his naked torso. His golden chain illuminated with every move he took. His lean muscular physique highlighted in various shades casting off the flames. Her eyes travelled down and she swallowed sharply as her gaze followed a trail of hair under his belly button leading down to his snug, low riding black jeans. The shadow of a "v" shaped abdomen sent a slight rush of excitement in her body. She felt a tingling stir within her. She shivered and that's when her eyes met his. He was staring at her, his mouth slightly open in a sly smile as this tongue pushed playfully against the inside of his cheek.

"I can't read your mind, but I do know that look...mmm" He intentionally spoke in a seductively low manner. He walked over to her ever so slowly, his gaze never leaving hers, with two glasses of bourbon in his hand. He stood at arms length and handed her the glass. She looked at it and scoffed, turning her head to the side, crossing her arms over her chest.