Bloodlust (The New Order 3)

Chapter 3

CHAPTER 3 

Candice

Sitting in one corner, watching the sun go down, and waiting for the skies to get dark was the best part of my day. I did it every single day. I watched it every single day. It didn't make me feel sad that I couldn't step into the light anymore—it made me hopeful, and happy that once it was dark, I could actually do what I desired.

I would imagine all the things I would do once the moon would peek. I would imagine going into the woods, tracking them down, feeling their fear, smelling their fear as I would capture them, drain their blood and take their lives, making their soul a part of my own.

It was a nice thought.

It was the only thing that brought a smile to my lips.

But acting upon it was a whole other story.

As the night grew darker and the city lights began to twinkle, I stood up and walked outside my room. The door creaked as I opened it and stepped into the corridor.

I believed Gideon was still resting as I couldn't hear him after I had woken up only a while ago.

Which was fine.

I headed straight into the kitchen to make myself a little something. To me, now, food tasted like nothing at all but because of the habits I had, I still desired to eat.

On the other hand, Gideon barely ever ate. I had caught glimpses of him picking at his food if we ever got any from outside and never, did I ever catch him eating. He wasn't even remotely interested.

I often wondered what it was like for him, living in such a state of detachment.

These past few months, I've learned a little about him but not so much. He wasn't the kind of person that would say anything to anyone. He was quiet most of the times, a little grumpy and always lost in his thoughts.

Which again was good.

I needed the quiet and he gave it to me.

I opened the refrigerator, which didn't have much except for some cold cuts and eggs. Without another thought, I made myself a little sandwich in the kitchen before sitting by the counter and eating it.

Just a few minutes later, Gideon came out of his room, his hair ruffled and his eyes half closed.

He rubbed his face, "What are you eating?"

"A sandwich." I responded, glancing at him as he stood on the other side of the counter, across from me. "Do you want take a bite?"

"I'll pass." He murmured, looking out the window and then at me. "Did you sleep?"

"A little."

"That's good."

I finished up my sandwich and in the meantime, he freshened up. When he came back out, I told him about the rave happening over at some beach club across the city and that I wanted to go.

At first he was a little reluctant, and I could understand why. But like always, he agreed to come along with me.

I put on some clothes and fixed my hair, and once I was ready, we got out of the apartment and into the elevator.

"I could get used to this." I said, looking around the fancy elevator. This building was the most fanciest thing I had seen in the past six months.

It was usually parking lots, cheap motels and the woods. But this, this was something else entirely. And I liked it.