Bite Shift

54

No one looks good in the fluorescent lights of the hospital but Sorin stood there like he had walked out of a music video about dark fantasies and naked yearning. The blue hint to his dark hair was vibrant under the harsh bulbs of the unit. The waves framed his face sitting just on the edge of each startling grey eye, like a single movement would send it sliding over his gaze. His lips were pink and full which meant he had fed tonight. His skin was the same flawless ebony as mine. The color of his t-shirt matched the shade of his eyes perfectly and looked like it was made, specifically, to show off his torso muscles. Black pants and black shoes completed the living wet dream. I couldn't tell if he was masking. But, if he was, it was to tone down his beauty and that would mean he was even more breathtaking without the shield.

Things in me started to pulse and ache. Some part of me reached out for him, despite being frozen in place.

"Sorin?" I did not hide my shock. "What are you doing here?"

"I wanted to see you. Even a day is too long away from your company."

I rolled my eyes. My response was dripping with sarcasm. "You cannot be serious."

I felt Monica rush up behind me. "Kate. You have to introduce your friend. Don't be rude."

Sorin smiled and I could practically hear Monica swoon. "Yes," he said. "Don't be rude. Who is this vision of loveliness behind you?"

Monica giggled. Yes, she freaking giggled.

"I'm Monica. I am Kate's best friend."

"Well," he reached his left arm passed my side and grabbed Monica's hand. He pulled her around me and out into the hall. He held up her hand to his mouth and kissed it. "Then, you are the one I must plead to help me. Dear Monica, I want to see Katherine more but she seems to not fall for my charm. Perhaps you can convince her to give me a chance." He was really laying his accent on thick for her. And, it was working.

Monica was blushing and turned her head to see me. The look on her face was unexpected. She looked disappointed in me! She was taking the side of a stranger over her best friend!

Don't hold it against her. She has no idea who is holding her hand, right now.

I reached out to Sorin and took the hand that was holding Monica's. She said something that sounded like "huh?"

I began to pull Sorin away from Monica, and towards the stock room. It was the only place that I knew had a lock and was big enough to have two people in it without them feeling claustrophobic. I heard Monica behind us "Bye. I hope to see you again."

I didn't say anything. Too much was happening in my head to form a thought, let alone a sentence. Anger mixed with lust, which mixed with happiness to see him, and the awareness that he and Rhys were involved in some kind of plot. I was fully conscious of the fact that he was strong, powerful and old. He didn't have to let me pull him down the hall, but he wasn't fighting.

The stockroom light was off but it didn't matter. We didn't need light to see. The door locked with an audible click and the space was silent. Only our breathing could be heard.

"What are you doing here? The truth."

He stood still, so still that you would think he wasn't real. "Why were you with Will last night?"

Fuck. He knew.

"What do you mean?" Shit. He knew. If he knew Will was at my house, what else did he know? Did he know what Will overhead? What he told me? Was Will safe?

"Will came in my office early, just before dawn, to tell me my schedule for this evening. He does it before I go to bed, every day. This time, he smelled like you."