Kinder Things | vampire chrollo

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chapter seventeen:
humans and the witch

For the next following days I somehow ended up finding myself in his bed thinking that if I could distract him with my own self then maybe he wouldn't notice that I was planning on trying to run away again.

Not once did he push me away. He seemed glad, even excited that I was all over him. He was always holding me, pressing against me. Kissing my back, kissing my neck, kissing my lips, thighs and stomach, yet he never went further than teasing kisses.

It got a little repetitive at times and after a week I completely gave up.

How can I escape away from you? I wondered as I continuously circled around his office. He sat in his chair, rewriting those same old letters except this time something felt different. He was writing too slow as if he was bored or if he had something else occupying his mind. He didn't even seem to notice that I was walking in circles, watching him carefully.

"What's on your mind?" He suddenly asked and I freeze. My mind quickly thinks about food out of fear of him reading my thoughts. I was wrong. I wasn't the one watching him carefully, he was the one paying attention to every single thing I did. He still didn't trust me and I didn't either.

I relax my body and smile down at him. "I'm hungry."

"That's on you for not eating breakfast with me."

"I honestly can't stand watching you drink blood during breakfast."

He sighed, crumbling the letter and tossing it away to start a new one. "What else am I supposed to do then? Starve while you eat in front of me?"

I look over his shoulder, trying to get a peek of the letter when he suddenly stopped and folded it shut.

He looked back at me suspiciously. "What is it?"

"Oh nothing." I frown, continuing on with my walk around his office. "It's just that you're always writing and I'm curious about what you're hiding from me."

His lips tugged to a smile but he hid it by dipping his chin. He unfolded the paper and began to write again. "I'm a bit offended that you think I would hide something from you in a letter. I'm a little smarter than that."

"Then why? Why do you stay up for hours locked in this room to write?"

"Writing is good, it helps you relax."

"You don't look like you're relaxing. For this trust thing to work you need to open up."

"You already did that a few days ago." I slap his arm hard and he winces, but chuckled anyway. "You enjoyed it too."

"I'm being serious."

"Alright," He put his pencil down and rested his chin on his palm. He studied me from across and smiled. "Vampires can live up to centuries and sometimes we forget stuff since we've been alive for hundreds of years."

"So you write down everything to not forget?"

"It's really that simple. I'm not hiding anything. Everything that I can't allow myself to forget is written in a letter and then glued into this book." He pulled out a book from his drawer, dropping it onto the desk with a loud thud and lots of dust. It had a black cover but with the dust it was seen as grey. An inky red hand was plastered in the center. All of the pages were now yellow and old, a few of them were ripped out and others had burned edges. It was a book of the past.