Bloodlust (The New Order 3)

Chapter 8

CHAPTER 8 

Candice

The next night, we packed up everything and left the apartment. There weren't a lot of things to take but we took what we had and went on.

Amongst the bags in the back of the car, there was a body as well, a body of a werewolf, which we needed to bury somewhere far away. If we didn't, the pack she came from would know and they wouldn't hesitate finding us.

So, it had to be done.

The roads stretched on and on as Gideon kept driving further, away from the city. There were woods on either side of the road and it was almost pitch dark here. He had been driving for over an hour now. I wasn't sure where he was going and I didn't dare to ask, not after I had caused all of this.

When he took the car off the road, I realized we were entering a forest. The road became narrow and bumpy under the wheels.

"We're going to bury her here." He said, glancing at me. "The wolves won't find her, especially if they are in the city. It's a long distance from there."

I nodded and didn't say anything.

He stopped by a clearing in a distance and stepped outside. I followed him out and watched him as he went to the trunk of the car and opened it up. He dragged the body toward the edge of the trunk and kept it there for a moment.

"Do you want some help?" I asked, standing close.

"No," he shook his head, his eyes on the body in front of him. "It's fine. I'll do it. Just keep a watch out for anything or anyone."

He carried the body into his arms before lifting it up and walking over to the edge of the tree and placing it on the side. I looked back at the trunk where there was a spacious gap now with most of the bags kept on the side.

I handed him the shovel before taking a circle around the area while he began digging.

It wasn't too cold tonight, but there were some thick clouds in the sky, promising some showers later in the night or early morning. From the distance, I could hear some insects making noises, along with a couple of animals and the sound of Gideon aggressively digging into the ground.

It didn't feel good—what I had done but at the moment, it felt like the best thing ever.

I sat at the edge of the open trunk and watched him as he continued digging. I was aware of the fact that he was slightly irritated by the fact that we had to leave the city especially when we thought there weren't any wolves here. And I could understand that.

But what could be done now?

Once there was a deep enough hole in the ground, he lifted the body up and carried it over.

"I'm sorry."

"It's fine."

"Are you mad at me?"

He dropped the body and looked at me. "Why would I be?"

"Because I caused this," I whispered, shaking my head. "And now we have to move again."

"It's fine," he said, moving toward me. "Really."

"Let me help you then," I got off the car and onto my feet. "Just a little so we can be done with this and we can leave."

He didn't disagree with me.

I reached the hole where he had buried the woman and looked down. It was deep, which was good. I grabbed the shovel from beside the tree and began filling the dirt on top of the body. The more I did, the less of her I saw.

"There's a motel a couple of hours away from here. We'll reach there before the light breaks."

"How long will we stay there?" I asked him, breathing heavily. It was a tedious task and even as a vampire, it was tiresome.

"Until I can find another place somewhere further away."

I finished filling up the grave and began patching it up. It took a while more. I didn't think I had ever buried a body before. I had killed, couple of times but burying a body? No.

Once I had finished, I glanced up at Gideon who was leaning against the trunk, arms crossed over his chest while his eyes were glued onto me.

I looked down at the ground, seeing if it was fine, before getting up and dusting my hands off.

"Done," I whispered, stepping forward. "Is it alright?"

He nodded, "Yeah, it is."

"You're not even looking at it."

"It doesn't matter."

I frowned at him and got closer. He had a look on his face, something akin to amusement.

"What's funny?"

"Nothing."

"Why are you smiling?"

He stopped smiling, "I wasn't."

"You were."

"Well, I'm not now."

I furrowed my brows, taking in the sight of him. The way he was leaning against the car, the way his face was so relaxed, the way his lips curled upward, and the way his eyes were so bright, like he was enjoying something.

"What?" I demanded to know what was making him so giddy because just before I started digging, he looked like he wanted to kill me next.

"Nothing."

I inched closer, "Tell me."

His gaze flicked from the grave to me and he stood straight, away from the truck. "Nothing at all. We should go."

"Not before you tell me."

"You won't like it."

I stepped nearer and pressed my hand to his chest, feeling his heartbeat under my palm. It was racing.

"Why is it affecting you?"

"It's not."

"It is. Tell me," I leaned into him, closing the remaining distance between us. "Tell me why you're smiling and not looking mad at me for making us leave the city."

"You didn't make me."

"Yes, but you're irritated."

"I am."

"But why are you not showing it?"

He backed against the car and nervously smiled. "I don't know. I'm not sure. I just don't know how to. This is—new for me."

"What is?"

"All this," He shrugged, his smile completely gone, replaced with a vulnerability I'd never seen in him before. "The way you're making me feel after that thing at the beach."

I blinked, unsure if he was implying what I thought he was. Didn't he tell me that he had no sorts of desires? That he'd never had a sexual desire or an urge?

"Do you—" I cleared my throat, trying to keep my voice steady. "Do you mean—"

"Yes," He said, his eyes darkening, his jaw clenching.

I licked my lips, trying to control the sudden burst of arousal inside me.

"And now, I want more."

"More what?"

"You."

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