BiteBound *completed*

Chapter 32

The morning of Christmas Eve rose across the horizon and I refused to get out of bed. Not only was I emotionally tired, but the thoughts of how today may end pinned me down in fear.

I wanted to have faith in Arthur, to believe that maybe- just maybe, I'm just over reacting as usual.

... but I know what the truth is deep down.

I knew that he wasn't going to choose me in the end. That what happened on the night of his birthday was nothing but a huge mistake.

I was drunk and emotional.

I pushed myself onto him like a desperate tramp and he embraced the moment because... because that's what you do in the heat of the moment.

It was the same reaction since the first night he fed on me. All for a benefit, but no feeling in the end.

"How you feel is all a facade. Most importantly, I don't want us to be a couple. I don't need a donor and I don't want you to be involved with me."

I didn't want to hear that from him again. Not today at least.

It's Christmas Eve for crying out loud! If he had any sense of mercy, then maybe he could extend the ritual until the next full moon.

Maybe, we could try and talk it out before we both did anything stupid.

Maybe...

Hopefully...?

Right on schedule, Anne came in to say her good mornings.

She had left my usual cup of coffee by my vanity as I forced myself to get dressed in my form fitting dance attire. Even with my hair up and the little makeup I forced myself to put on, I could still see myself breaking under the glow.

I'm sure Anne could also see the fear I carried on my shoulders.

"I went a'ead and watered the plants for you today Rosie." She says as I walked through the sun room doors. "I also mopped the floors earlier so, just be careful alright?"

I noted that.

While I took my time stretching out every inch on my tense body, the beautiful sun reflected through the glass as if it were showing off it's beauty.

When there was light, the room would warm up and I would feel refreshed and alive. This time, I still felt cold.

Maybe it was the snow that continued to grow on the outside, maybe it was the somber mood that clinged on to me tightly like sharp shadowy claws.

I tried my best to ignore it; Dancing the feelings away unwillingly and letting the music take my mind to far away places. As the ambiance switched to a more melancholy track, my body reflected that.

I caught myself stumbling over my feet, falling onto my knees or slipping on my leaps.

Every time I got up to try again and stick the landing, it was as if I were learning how to dance for the first time.

I never fall.

No! I got up from my aching side. I know I can do this! What the fuck is this?!

Even on bare feet, I kept falling.

Again, and again, and again until the sprain on my ankle grew worse.

"What the hell?!" I slammed my fists on the floor. "What in the actual hell is this?!"

Anne instantly raced back me when she heard my painful outburst. I wanted to continue even if I did hurt my ankle, but she pleaded for me to stop.