ONEUS 18 + BLOOD MOON ECLIPSE - Vampire - (Book 2)

Xion Part 6

Feeling disorientated, Xion's eyelids fluttered open to discover he was lying on a King sized bed in a grandiose and unfamiliar bedroom. As he attempted to sit up, he discovered his movement was restricted by a large chain which had been cuffed to one of his ankles. Xion's eyes followed the chain from under the sheets as to where it was anchored to the wall. It dawned on him that amazingly, Neoma had let him live, but did not plan for him to leave. The implications of her intentions towards him began to weigh heavily in his chest. 'It's good to see you are awake' came the familiar voice of Neoma. Startled, Xion glanced around quickly to locate her. She was sitting nonchalantly in a large embroidered back chair, her head tiled to the side. Xion assessed her face, her expression seemed sincere, but the intensity of her aura continued to unnerve him. 

'You must be hungry' she suggested, rising to her feet she lifted a large tray which was sitting covered with a large lace cloth on the dresser and brought it to the bed. Neoma perched herself next to Xion and removed the cloth, gently placing the tray down next to him and removing the cloth revealing bread, cheese and grapes. Xion eyed the food hungrily. 'Please go ahead' offered Neoma gently. Xion quickly ate the food, occasionally glancing up towards Neoma apprehensively. Her large grey eyes seemed to stare beyond him seemingly deep in thought. Her skin and wild waves of fuchsia pink hair held a flawless luminosity, glowing like an August sunset. He couldn't help but feel awestruck by her strange and unnatural beauty.

When Xion had finished eating, Neoma smiled at him gently. 'I imagine you are wondering why I haven't killed you yet?' she asked, her tone eerily light. Xion swallowed uncomfortably, 'I am curious about that' he admitted hesitantly. Neoma eyed him with gentle amusement, 'You have skills I can make use of' she affirmed. Xion frowned with unease as he swallowed the recurring dryness that repeatedly invaded his mouth. 'Skills?' he murmured hesitantly. Neoma continued to watch him, smiling gently she responded, 'Yes, you are gifted with dress making, I require clothes that I can hunt in without my movement being restricted.' In spite of himself, Xion shuddered. 'I see' he responded calmly, raising his large honey brown eyes he asked directly, 'And what if I refuse?' 

A small muscle in Neoma's face twitched as she responded coldly, 'Then you die.' Xion quickly nodded with chilled comprehension and agreement. Neoma's expression remained impassive as to Xions surprise she climbed onto the bed and straddled him. Xion groaned deeply as he felt her heat meet with his growing arousal. Neoma began to slowly circle her hips, the colour rising on her cheeks as she enjoyed the friction against his hardening member. 'Oh Xion' she moaned, 'Do you remember our time together?' she asked, her eyes snapping open and meeting his as she continued to rub herself against him. Xion felt himself become solid with the memories of their intimacy, his hands began to creep up to her hips. Neoma smiled as she felt his physical response to her question. 'I am curious about how you would feel inside me' said Neoma dreamily. Xion felt his heart begin to pound and his body being to stir with arousal. As terrified as he was of her, he had no control over the increasing excitement he was experiencing. 

Unexpectedly she raised her hand and struck him hard across the face. Before he had a chance to recover, Neoma leaned in and dragged her tongue across his stinging check. 'Neoma, what are you doing?' he gasped. Neoma placed her lips to his ear, 'Loving you' she breathed. He barely processed her response before she pulled her head back quickly. Smirking, she raised her hand and struck him once more, hard. Neoma tilted her head to the side as she witnessed the tears stinging his eyes. Reaching out, she began to slowly stroke his hair in a gesture of eerily contradicting reassurance. Xion couldn't help but flinch at her touch. Smiling with satisfaction, she dismounted him and strode towards the door. Turning she stated softly, 'The chain is long enough for you to use the washroom and to make my things, I expect a completed outfit tomorrow' she said, nodding towards a large closet. Xion swallowed and nodded. Neoma reached to the door handle, 'And Xion,' she said, glancing over her shoulder, 'If you try to escape I will kill you'. Xion watched on, as not waiting for a response, Neoma left, closing and locking the door behind her.

As she left her room, Neoma hummed a tune softly to herself. She was unaware of Hwanwoong poised silently waiting in the shadows. His face was an expressionless mask as he watched her glide down the stairs. She continued to hum to herself, she was clearly in a cheerful mood. Once she had disappeared from his sight, Hwanwoong's curiosity was peeked as he silently approached her bedroom door. Running his slender fingers over the thick oak wood, he remembered her insistence that he promise to never enter here. He was acutely aware that the fact that she had locked the door indicated that she wanted to ensure at all costs that his promise would not be broken. Hwanwoong frowned, he was certain that there was something very interesting behind this door.

With reluctance he turned from the door and walked briskly in pursuit of Neoma.