The Salvatore Girl

Chapter 17

Tory's P.O.V.

I woke up in an apartment unit, finding myself lying on a king-sized bed, a blanket covering half of my body. Luckily I was still dressed, but in a black t-shirt and sweatpants that were not mine and was a lemon-minty smell to them which was somehow familiar. I sat up, my head was throbbing, but I tried recalling what had happened before this. Then, I remembered my wound, as I lifted up my shirt to see it, it was gone. Healed. 

I tried to think back again, wondering how I got here, and suddenly, I remembered those familiar dark brown eyes, looking at me.

Where is he?

I looked around the room, no one was here. As I managed to get out of bed, the bathroom door opened, and a man walked out. 

"You're awake, thank God!" Kol who came out from the shower, with a towel hanging on his neck, came speeding towards me and gave me a hug. I tried to pushed him away, but his grip was too strong. "Oh sorry, I didn't mean to startle you. " he cleared his throat and let go of me. "Are you okay? Does your head still hurt?" he asked, reaching to my head. 

I quickly stepped back, this was too much to handle. He seemed like he's very close to me, sounding as if we knew each other for a long time, which does not make sense at all. What's up with him? Where am I? Why did he bring me all the way here? Why did he saved me from his brothers? What about my brothers? Are they alright? So many questions.

"Oh right, I'm sorry, it's been quite a while since I had you by my side and I kept forgetting that you-- " he stopped himself from talking, as if there's something that I shouldn't know. "Well, are you hungry? I bought some food. " he said, pointing to the table behind me. 

I turned to the direction he was pointing. Then, my eyes were on the door. Time for me to escape. But somehow I wanted to know why Kol did this to me. How did he even know me and he sounded like that we had known each other for a long time. I turned back to look at him and realised he was still looking at me, which was a little creepy. His eyes were soft and kind, but mysterious as well. After a few seconds of eye contact, he broke away. "Come on, let's eat. The noodles are getting cold."

He sat on the chair and took out a noodle box and placed it opposite of him and another in front of him, and started digging in. I stood there like a statue, looking at his every move. He seemed relaxed and calm, like bringing a girl here is like his everyday routine. Who the heck is this guy?

"Where am I? Why did you bring me here?" I asked.

"One of my places." he replied while eating, ignoring the second question. 

After taking a few bites of the noodle, he realized that I wasn't sitting down. He turned his head into my direction and looked at me.

"You know, if you're not hungry, you can just say it out, instead of standing there like a rock. Starting to creep me out. However, I will still not let you have an empty stomach, so come on and eat before the noodle gets cold. Or you want something else? "

What he meant was blood, and whenever I imagine myself drinking blood, I'm drinking it from someone, and it sickens me.

I quickly decided to sit in my seat, facing him. I was hungry anyway, and he didn't seemed like he was interested in poisoning me. A pair of chopsticks were at the side of the box. I looked at the chopsticks then at him. I couldn't use chopsticks, I don't know how. When he looked at me, he quickly put his hand into the plastic bag and took out a fork, handing it to me.

"Can't believe you still don't know how to use chopsticks, " he said, chuckling and continued eating.

Somehow, I found myself smiling back at him, and I began to eat my noodles.