Unprofessional

Chapter thirty four; Cold shower

Nathan slammed the door behind him, he was frustrated with her presence around him. It was intoxicating, her scent, her blood and worst of all, her arousal. He could sniff her need, he could perceive her wetness and readiness for him. These were not old times when humans were well aware of their existence so it was going to be hard to accept what he was. He feared the rejection he was going to receive if she was to find out what he really was. A monster, a deadly demon from the abyss of hell. A blood sucking vampire, a crazed beast who was dying of thrusting deep into her core and ripping her apart. How was she to accept and care for someone like him, or stay with him. He didn't want to lose her no matter what.
He chuckled darkly.
He didn't care, whatever she found out about him didn't matter to him anymore. Whether or not she was okay with it, he would make her stay. He couldn't imagine living on without her. She had brought back light into his dark heart, she brought life into his dead self. He went on to stare at himself at his mirror. He placed his palm on his chest, the area covering his pounding heart. She had set his body ablaze, she had owned his heart. He shivered, remembering her words.
He hastily entered his bathroom, and turned on the shower, cold water washed his body, from head to toe. He stood under, naked and hoped with all his heart that the heat he was feeling was going to be washed away by the water. He stood for God knows how long. It seemed like the water wasn't providing him the help he was in need of.  He came off from the bath, naked, caring less. He wanted the night cold to carry the heat away as it blew past him. He entered into his bedroom and found Elisha standing by his window, starring deep in thought at the red roses outside.
"You were with her". Nathan stated as a matter of fact.
Elisha turned to face him.
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Gelma was done with her hot bath. She had to admit she felt better, her body was now cool, every part except her face that was still flushed. She stepped out of her room, searching the corridor. His room was at the tail end, she felt an urge to move towards his door but she had to refrain from doing so. She was famished so it was better she had something to eat. As she began descending the stairs, she saw Donna, she guessed her dinner was ready and had been served. She and Donna came down together.
"Gelma I made you porridge potatoes". Donna said in a way to ask if she was okay with it.
"It's fine Donna". She was able to read her body language. "I am not very picky".
She went on, "My siblings and I hardly have choices, we were trained to consume everything edible".
"Ohhh really! But I bet you had favorites". She asked. Gelma giggled "Of course we had favorite dishes".
"Your siblings where are they?" They had arrived the table. It was long and could accommodate a whole clan. The table was made of rich mahogany wood, same as the chairs. Her food had been served at one of the table ends. She felt it would be lonely to sit here.
"They are at the hospital with my mom". She answered with a tinge of sadness.
"Gelma dear you could use a phone to speak to them". That rang a bell! She had lost her phone and utterly forgot to get herself a new one.
"I would". Gelma replied and sat down to have her dinner in her lonesome.
Was he going to have his dinner in his room? Or wasn't he eating at all? Was she right about her suspicions that he didn't consume food? She could not help but ask.
Donna excused her, she ate her food and had her desert. The food tasted like heaven, she wasn't a fan of spicy food but this one stole her heart. When she was done, Donna cleared the table. She stayed seated, she had nothing to do. She scanned the room and found white unblemished walls, she starred at the ceiling and saw a beautiful crystal like chandelier. This was her second night in this place and she hadn't toured the mansion. She chose to check the place out this night. She began with the living room, she was drawn to the hearth, the fire called out to her. She placed her focus on the walls rather, so this was a white house? She entered the kitchen and checked out the corridors. It was a huge mansion. On the corridor walls were beautiful paintings. She found them enticing, she could tell each had a story.
She was most interested in one, it was a painting of a jar, containing red liquid and two glasses by its sides. What was the significance of this red liquid? It looked nothing like wine, for wine had a darker hue. She shrugged off her thoughts, and came outside to the backyard where the view of the garden was breathtaking. She stood at the centre of the roses, letting herself bask in the faint moonlight, with red all around her. The cold breeze wasn't wild but it resonated with the inner peace she had in her.
She let her long black hair to sway in the direction of the wind and held unto her outer robe. For she had worn a beige night gown which was quite exposing. The night cold was now getting to her.
"I can offer you warmth". She heard his deep baritone voice. She twirled and found the most breathtaking sight her eyes had ever seen.