A Love Soaked In Blood

chapter 10

The dress Agatha gave me is simple but comfortable, a bit oversized but will do for the moment.
I'm sitting on the sofa sewing my dress, Elias is beside me staring at the ceiling.
"Aaand done" I exclaim gladly as I look at where I sewed, barely noticeable, like it was never torn by claws.
I glance to Elias "are you planning to stay in that ripped shirt? Hand it over, I don't think Agatha has a spare for you so I'll fix it temporarily" his is more damaged than mine but I can still sew it."I'll ask her tomorrow where can you get a new one"
He glares at me then stands up, takes off his jacket and tosses it.
"Watch out, your knives might slip" I warn but he clearly ignores me as he takes off his shirt.
I barely manage not to gawk.
Damn it as his face wasn't enough already. He is so fit, be it his arms, his shoulders, his back with that scar or his chest, they are all build up perfectly like how many muscles are there?
Wait, a scar?
There is a wide vertical line of a scar extending from his neck down his spine and stops in the middle.
I turn my head before he catches me staring. Werewolves and vampires can heal every wound and injury without leaving any scar behind. Except one that even magic can't heal but have to rely on the normal body mechanisms.
Which is
"Burn" I blurt out accidentally.
"What?" He raises an eyebrow.
"Nothing, give me your shirt" I avoid his eyes
He tosses it to me then sits back but this time his eyes aren't studying the ceiling but me.
"What?" I ask, keeping my focus on sewing.
"I didn't realize you were good at something harmless" he scoffs.
I shoot a glare but don't say anything, mom taught me how to sew long ago and I developed a liking to it.
After 15 minutes I'm finished "here" I toss it back to him, glancing at his bandages as he catches his shirt "since it will be covered now you can heal it, no one will notice"
He puts on his shirt then his jacket "and you?"
"You know I suck at healing" I can't believe I insulted myself "anyway I don't mind, let it take its time" the wound finally stopped burning me
"Should I heal you?" He grins
"Absolutely not!" I stand up and head to the room where Agatha told me to sleep in, the last thing I need is his hands on me "go to sleep" I step inside and close the door behind me.
The room has nothing but a bed, a dresser and a nightstand. I change into my dress, then fold the one Agatha gave me and put it inside the dresser. I'm just about to throw myself on the bed when I spot a picture in a frame placed on the nightstand. I walk over and pick it up and almost drop it.
It's a picture of my mother.
She is sitting in the yard of this house close to the flowers, smiling so brightly.
Realization hits me hard, my lips tremble. This was my mother's room.
~♥~
I can't sleep
I slide off the bed and tiptoe my way out to the yard, careful not to wake Elias who looks oddly comfortable and close the door behind me.
Sleeping on the same bed that mother used to sleep on...no, being in the same house where she and her sister lived together before father married her, I don't know how I should feel about it.
I sit close to the flowers and pull my knees up then rest my chin on them.
I blow out a breath then pick a flower, it's a white rose, mom's favorite.
I can't help but miss her even more.
Memories flood my mind, her brushing my hair telling me it's in her favorite color. Telling me it's okay I'm different, it means I have unique potential. Her soft voice reading for me night bed stories she created when I couldn't sleep. Her cheering for me each time I had to practice sword skills with father, telling him to be careful not to hurt me. her--
"What are you doing?"
I snap back to the present and look over my shoulder, Elias is leaning against the door, his arms are crossed over his chest.
"I couldn't sleep, went out for fresh air. Go back inside" I shift my gaze back to the rose.
He walks over and sits next to me.
"What?" I glare at him.
"I couldn't sleep as well" he folds one leg and keeps the other up, resting his arm on his knee.
"You looked like you were in a deep slump, and do you have to come here?"
"I wasn't and what? I could use fresh air too" he smirks and it's just annoying how it makes him more handsome. He takes the white rose from me and gives it a sniff "turns out the ruthless dhampir has a spot for flowers" he says, sarcasm dripping from his tone.
"I'm also a girl, I can love flowers" I say just as sarcastically.
"Well aware" he glances my way, grinning wide.
Damn.Him
"So dhampir" he points a knife under my jaw, the movement was too fast and unexpected I didn't have time to counter it.
But it doesn't matter.
"Will you be kind enough to tell me what on earth Ikaros meant when he said it's your father's fault for everything that's happening? And why no one else knows that?"
"You're asking now? Aren't you a bit late?"
He lifts the knife carefully, tilting my chin up "I wanted us to be truly alone and what's better than here? Far away, where no vampire can reach or interfere if I kill you"
"You can't kill me" I say calmly
"Because I'll die yes, but right now I'm willing to take the risk" he brings the knife closer "if you die I'll die and guess what? This entire operation will fail, when the humans wipe out our existence you will be the only one to blame"
"This operation is not just for the vampires it's also for your people's survival!" I yell, has he lost his mind?
"I know, but right now I don't give a damn so if you care about anyone's survival you better start talking" his voice is steel and I start to panic.
"SERVANT GO--"
The knife goes up and slices the corner of my lips, stopping me from finishing as blood pours out.
"Try forcing me away and I'll cut your vocals before you have the chance to do so"
He is mad, I don't know if he is really willing to screw up everything but I'm at a disadvantage here if there is a slight chance he is and I can't risk it. I also can't kill him, I'll die too.
He turned our contract against me without even knowing it.
I manage to nod, he lowers his knife and sheathes it back. He holds a palm to my face and places a thumb where he sliced me "hold still"
Ironic, slicing to threaten then healing so I can talk. I really want to cut his thumb.
I feel his magic pours through the wound, some seconds pass and it's healed.
"You are insane" I spit the blood from the cut.
"Thank you" he grins "now speak"