Vampires on the run

Chapter 4

After what seemed like hours, I decided to go back to the hotel room. We still had vampires to out run and kill Lord Bayden.

When I reached the hotel room, Damon was sleeping. I quietly got new clothes out and went to shower. During the shower i was trying to relax but my mind kept wondering why didnt Addison tell me. We keep me in the dark. 

Well i guess he didn't on some things. He told me stories of a friend of his named Damon and how if he wasn't ever around Damon would know how to take care of me if i needed the help. I kept asking him why hadn't i ever met this good friend of his. He would always dodge my question and say he likes to travel alot and he will drop in when he wants to. 

I wondered if he traveled so much how could i find him then. With that question he gave a knowing look to my pendent. 

"My pendent!" i shrieked...

I ran out of the shower and dressed immediately and when searching my old clothes for it. I didnt find it. I walked out into the room and searched my bag, when i heard a deep voice say "Looking for this?"

I looked up to see Damon holding my pendent. I ran over to him and tried to get it out of his bands. But he simply backed away keeping me at arms length. 

"Or how about this one?" he says as he pulled one identical to mine from underneath his shirt. His is just a little shorter i realized.

I deadpanned. 

"Wondering what's in it?" he asked a smirk playing at his lips.

He tossed it to me and said "Open it." 

I opened the pendent and realized there was a tiny vile of blood in there. "It's concentrated dose of my blood. If you were to drink it, you would have realized that i was your maker and with my blood in your veins again you would have been able to find me immediately anywhere in the world."

"I will never accept the bond between you and I. I may have you as a creator but Addison was my maker. We just never had a bond." i said in a cold voice.

"No you made not had a bond with him but I am your maker you always had one with me. I know I wasn't there but there was a reason for that please let my explain" 

"No I cant trust you." I chocked out feeling the tears welling up in my eyes again.

"Yes you can! You know what I am feeling. You can feel everything that I do just please open yourself up for the first time and allow yourself to feel what I am feeling. I can feel everything you do and always have and its been killing me and its killing me even worse now so please" he pleaded to me.

Something in his expression or maybe it was the tone of his voice but there was a sadness there that made me open myself to him. I closed my eyes and concentrated on bringing my walls down. They have been up for so long now, its hard to undo it. Finally that's when it hit me. 

All the lonliness, regret, sadness, anger and a feeling fierce protection swept through my body. Knocked the wind out of me and as it was about to drop me to my knees he grabbed me around the waist and held me. Finally he dropped down with me leaning against him. My head on his chest as i thought It wouldn't be hard to knock me to my knees considering i was so low on blood i was  but still. All his pain now became mine. I had to put my walls up again, it was becoming too much for me. . 

"Put your walls up please....im too weak to do so in my current state" i whispered but sure enough he heard me. 

"I can't, my walls are up." he said simply. 

"Why can i still feel what your feeling?" i countered.

"Because now that you have truly accepted me as your maker, you also accepted the bond between us which will always allow us to feel eachother if we are in pain." He said it as though i should have known this. 

In truth i did know this but i thought i was just actual physical pain. I was so wrong. He then droped his walls all the way. And the pain was excruciating. I dropped to my knee's. My pride was the only thing that kept me from screaming.

He put his walls back up and helped me up off the floor. He then went to sit down in the only chair in the room. 

Even know with his eyes closed and face full of sadness, he looked like a fallen angel. I wanted to touch his face so bad. Just to gently stroke his face and feel his features. I walked over slowly and the urge to touch him was getting greater with every step. Finally i was infront of him  and my hand reached out on it's own and ever so softly stroked the side of his cheek, His eyes snapped immediately open and i felt embarrassed at being caught by him again. 

I was about to pull away when he grabbed my hand and as he held it to his face he whispered "Your thirsty." and he tilted his neck to the left. My previous bite mark already gone. 

I shook my head slowly and said "No we need to talk first, drink later."

"Instead of talking, I thought i would show you what happened instead of telling you. This way you get to drink and see and feel the story for youself" he said once again tilting his neck to the left for me.

He pulled me onto his lap with the hand he was still holding. I leaned down and let my fangs elongate. I ran my nose up his neckline to jaw and back down just breathing in the scent of him. It was so sweet. Finally I gently pierced his skin and felt his blood flow freely into my mouth where is soothed the on fire sensation there.