Blood Vengeance [COMPLETED]

Chapter Ten - Voyeur

In the silence that ensued as they awaited the arrival of thirty-seven, Selene's stomach growled with hunger.

Jonathan looked over at the noise, a wry smile upon his face.

"Are you hungry?"

"Yes"

"When did you last eat?"

"I don't remember."

He frowned and moved back towards the intercom on the wall, pressing the button and waiting for a response. When he heard it, he spoke, but rather than using the loudspeaker as he had done before he picked up a handset and used that instead:

"Can you bring some food up here? No, human food. Anything there is. Something good. Make it quick, OK?"

He covered the mouthpiece and asked Selene whether she wanted champagne. She frowned and commented that she had never had it before. He returned his attention to the handset.

"And some champagne. Not blood champagne; regular. Three. Yes, bring three glasses.Thank you."

And with that he replaced the handset and turned back to face her.

"I don't want anything to distract you, and hunger has a way of doing that. Lucky for you, I ate before I arrived." He smiled and touched the tip of his tongue to an exposed fang, his features curling into a strange grimace. "And the champagne will help you relax."

"Thank you," she muttered.

"You've never been drunk before?"

"No."

"You really are full of surprises. A virgin in so many ways. I wonder if I will have to pay extra for you," he said, but as he spoke he looked at the ceiling, evidently not expecting her to respond at all.

A knock on the door interrupted them and Jonathan dashed to unlock it. A guard entered and set down a platter full of the most delicious smelling food, and a champagne bucket with a chilled bottle and three upturned glasses inside it, their stems propped up on the rim of the bucket. He bowed and quickly left the room again, and Jonathan locked the door again.

"Come here, taste the food," he said, beckoning her over to the table; the same table on which rested the implements of torture. But Selene was so hungry that they did not put her off; she moved towards the table, her mouth watering at the delightful scents and sights that accosted senses. She reached out to take up a piece of meat, but Jonathan's hand instantly clamped around her wrist.

"Will you let me feed you?"

"If you want to." She was not at all pleased at this suggestion, for it would surely slow down the pace at which she could ingest the food.

She watched as he lifted the piece of meat and held it aloft above her mouth, lowering it slowly so she could take a bite. He looked on as she chewed, an excited light flaming in his dark eyes. He began to offer her pieces from the plate, faster and faster, and the grease dripped down her chin. She went to wipe it with her hand but he stopped her, moving towards her and licking it from her jaw himself. The sensation was bizarre; as though a large and careful dog were tasting her skin; but a dog that wanted her, sexually.

"You are beautiful," he muttered, likcing his own lips. "More beautiful than the others. There's something about you, something that glows, something..." His words faded and he frowned, shaking his head. "Shall we have some champagne?" he asked.

Selene held out her hand for the empty glass and Jonathan opened the champagne with ease, sliding the cork out so it made barely a whisper. The amber liquid bubbled up and foamed into her glass. Just as it was about to overflow Jonathan dipped his head and sucked off the bubbles.