Vessel X OC/reader

Chapter 4

I finish unpacking my clothes into my wardrobe, and change into a simple black dress. I know he's still eating, so I decide to find his room, and look around the drawers, to see if I can find anything relevant to Eric. From what I can see, nothing. I turn to look through another cupboard, and freeze up as I hear the door open.

"My, my. Should I start locking my door?"

I stand up and sigh.
"Hi, Vessel."

"Hello, Gaia." He replies, and steps towards me. "Can I help you find something?" He asks, and I shake my head.

"No."

He steps closer, and looks down at me. He smells good, wow. Shit, what do I do?  Instinctively, I lean in to kiss him, and he moves his head back to avoid it.

He suddenly grins, and leans closer to whisper in my ear.
"Your pretty little face isn't going to save you."

He suddenly grabs my face, tightly, and speaks through gritted teeth.
"Are you going to apologise?"

"What for?" I ask, and it just makes him angrier.

"For once again being disrespectful. Going into my room, looking through my things."

"I'm sorry you think you're entitled to an apology." I say, firmly, and his grip on my face tightens.

I wince, slightly, at the pain, and after a few seconds, he lets go.
"I don't want to mark your perfect face." He says, and takes a few deep breaths to calm down.

Once he's calm, he cracks his neck, and sighs.
"Are you going to tell me what you're looking for?"

"I'm not." I reply,

"You're not going to find your brother's body in my chest of drawers. You know that, don't you?"

I step closer to him to try and intimidate him.
"Okay, Vessel, so where am I going to find it?"

He shrugs.
"I really wouldn't know."

"I won't find his body? You're so sure he's dead?"

"Quite. He probably pissed off the wrong person."

"Eric is a good person."

"Eric was hot tempered, brattish, and stupid."

"Watch your mouth, Vessel."

He chuckles, under his breath, and I pinch the bridge of my nose to calm down.

I feel calm, so I look back up, but as soon as I see him smiling at me, I throw myself at him, punching his chest and shoving him. He's knocked back slightly by my punches, but doesn't react much, for a few seconds, until he grabs my wrists, tightly.

"This is the girl that's threatening to kill me? I'm terrified."

I kick him in the chest, with all my strength, and he grunts, and looses my wrists. He spits up blood, and I smile.
"You can treat me like crap, Vessel. I don't care. But leave my brother alone."

"Fucking whore." He hisses, and wipes the blood from his mouth. He takes a deep breath, and sighs.

"You wanna break into my room, then you can stay in here." He says, and locks the door. "Bed." He sharply says, and I frown.

"No way."

He sighs, and picks me up, ignoring me kicking and punching, and puts me down on the bed.

"Vessel, this is not happening."

"What isn't?" He asks, turning away, and getting what looks like salt crystals out of his cupboard.

"You know what."