I close my bedroom door behind me and make my way over to my bed with the First Aid kit that I grabbed from the bathroom.
Damien is sitting against the bedframe, pillows stacked behind him. Everything that has happened tonight was the last way I guessed this night would go.
Vampires were not even on the list.
I open the kit, rummaging through for bandages and gauze. I glance at him, he's holding his arm in his hand and his eyes are searching the room.
I want to talk to him, but I'd be lying if I said I wasn't frightened by him now. Those unnatural amber eyes taking on a whole new meaning now. They were inhuman and animalistic.
I swallowed the lump in my throat, still inclined to help him.
I find some gauze and medical tape in the kit and cautiously slide towards him.
"Okay, show me your arm." I talk as softly as I can. My eyes are locked on the cut on his arm, cold blood seeps out of it. He still sits there, unmoving, and holds the arm in his hand.
I peer up at him and his eyes are practically burning through me. I feel the hairs on my neck stand up and I try to move at a quicker pace, hoping that the sooner I get him bandaged up, the sooner he'll turn his attention towards something else.
"You don't have to do this." He whispers.
"I want to," I hesitate.
He lets out a small, breathy laugh. "You don't want to do this, Arden." He sits up from the pillows and places his feet on the floor. "And, I don't blame you, I understand."
I study that sorrowful glint of his and any tense muscle of mine begins to feel at ease. Why is it so easy for me to feel comfortable in his presence, even after all I've seen tonight?
I furrow my brows together and shake my head. "But, I do." And I don't think I'm lying this time.
He stands up, still holding his weak arm, and faces his slender back towards me. "What you saw back there," He pauses. "It's real. All of it. I understand if you're scared now. I don't wish to scare you anymore." He glances over his shoulder, flashing those fiery orbs.
