Bite Me Forever

CHAPTER 27: Desperation

"What the hell were you doing?" Viktor shouted at me.

His veins were pulsing, and he looked absolutely infuriated. His appearance reminded me of the night he killed Eponine; however, on this occasion, his ire was directed at me. I found myself wondering what it would be like if he would kill me. I knew that he wouldn't, but perhaps, I would have been better off if he did. Perhaps, I would have been better off if he had just allowed Eponine to kill me.

"What did I do wrong? Try to get my husband to fuck me?" I questioned him.

I could feel myself growing more and more irate by the second. We were both clothed at this point, and Fiona had left the cabin.

"Do you have any inkling the kind of trouble we could find ourselves in should I bite you again?" he spat at me.

"How would anyone find out, unless you were to tell them? Besides, you could have used a gag..."

He stepped right up to me, invading my space. Even though I was infuriated, I welcomed it; I wanted to be close to him, to smell him.

"Listen to me, and listen to me well." He stepped even closer to me, placing his lips near my ear. "I don't want to bite you," he said to me.

"Liar," I hissed.

"The animal in me wants to, but the rational part of me does not. So stop pushing me, Lucy," he snarled at me.

"I hate you," I blurted out. So strong was my anger towards him at that moment that it just came out. Once it started, however, it was difficult to stop. "I hate you so much! You took me away from my family in England, married me to use me, and then turned me into a vampire—an outcast at that! I've been nothing but miserable since we married!" Tears were streaming down my face and I felt like I could barely catch my breath.

At that moment, Viktor's eyes glazed over and his jaw slackened. His shoulders sagged as a look of deep hurt crept across his face. My words had cut him deep, but I didn't want to take them back.

His next words were soft, and I could hear them clearly.

"You're right."

I knew that I was. Still, I wasn't expecting him to admit it so readily.

"We should leave," he said all of a sudden, holding my gaze. "Tonight. I do not wish to be here anymore."

My heart sank at his words. I had no idea why he wanted to leave, or where we would even go. Baba and Raoul were both taken aback by Viktor's sudden declaration when he told them, their eyes wide with confusion.

Baba stepped forward and placed her hands on her hips, her voice commanding and clear in the silent cabin. "What is going through your head right now? Why do you want to leave? You can't just up and go like this!"

Raoul chimed in as well, his voice firm as he shook his head slowly. "You don't know what kind of danger awaits you out there—you shouldn't be so foolish! Let us all stay here for the night and discuss this rationally."

Viktor remained stone-faced as he considered their words for a moment before turning away from them both. His expression was unreadable, but it was clear that he had made up his mind about something important—he was not about to change it. He glanced back over at me with an intensity that made my heart jump into my throat, my anger and love and hatred for this man bundled together in one unpleasant package. I hated him, but God, I loved him.

We gathered our things, and went to exit the cabin, but not before Raoul and Baba attempted to stop us one last time.

"You should stay the night," she insisted. "Please, I will worry if you don't."