Charlotte After Dark

Chapter 7

 "Ugh!" I exclaimed after taking a sip of the blood from the cup. "This is disgusting!" 

"I warned you. Nasty to taste, but it does the job. I don't see you drinking the real  thing in the near future, so you're going to want to get accustomed to the taste," Cormac  replied nonchalantly, not breaking his stare from the nightly news. 

I took another adventurous sip of the blood only to feel my face recoil in disgust. "Prisoners have better food than this," I said, spitting the red liquid back into the  cup in the most unladylike of ways. 

"Prisoners are also allowed outside," Cormac shot back. 

I crossed my arms across my chest and let out a humph like a toddler, pouting my  lip in displeasure. Perhaps, if telling him my disgust at the almost artificial substitute to  the real thing didn't work, perhaps completely annoying him with my pouting would do  the trick. 

"That doesn't work on me, so don't even bother," Cormac said, not even giving  me the satisfaction of looking at me. 

Plan B: failed. 

"You're such a dick!" I said. 

"Of course, I wouldn't have gotten this far in life if I wasn't," was his response. 

"You've gotten real far in life considering you're dead," I muttered under my  breath. I noticed Cormac flinch a little, stopping himself from shooting out a scathing  comeback. 

I let out an annoyed sigh, tapping my foot in anger while Cormac continued to act  oblivious. I could see his jaw become terse like he was grinding his teeth in annoyance,  desperately trying to not look at me. I continued to tap my foot harder and harder like I  was trying to stomp a hole in the pristine marble below us. 

"You'll dig a hole to China before you get me to let you out of this penthouse,"  Cormac said, looking at me. "Continue with that incessant tapping and I'll lock you in the  bedroom so you really are a prisoner." 

I felt my mouth fall agape. "You wouldn't," I dared. 

"Try me," he threatened. 

Once again, that pesky anger started to boil up in me. Even in this short time, it  was starting to get easier and easier to handle except when Cormac acted like a complete  arrogant bastard, which seemed like a majority of the time. Without thinking, I got up  quickly and headed towards the bedroom. 

"What are you doing?" Cormac asked. 

"I'm tired," I responded, not even bothering to look back at him. 

"It's not even two yet," he called. 

"There are only two things to do in this apartment: sleep or be entertained by an  arrogant, self-absorbed man who cares about nothing but whatever is on CNN! Besides,  you intend to treat me like a prisoner so why not return to my cell for the night?" 

I looked over to Cormac, who watched me intently, as I continued to storm into  the bedroom. Quickly, I retreated back towards the door, resting my hand on the  doorknob. 

"Don't you dare that door is solid mahogany had to be imported from Peru!"  

Cormac threatened, half raising his self from the seat. 

I tore the doorknob from the wood slowly, letting the sound of cracking wood  echo throughout the entire penthouse. The feeling of the power that coursed through me  as the door loudly protested made me feel energized, like I could do anything. Harder and  harder I pulled on the doorknob, comforted by the sound of the splintering. The control I  felt was immense as Cormac looked on in shock.