Dark dwellers

Apology

Katherine's POV:
Its been three days that I walked out of my room. I don't want to face any of them. I am still furious at what happened that day.

A knock on the door snaps me out of my thoughts. "Come in." I say through gritted teeth. I hope its not Kasper or lailah or charlie, come to explain what happened that day.

Scott walks into my room. My anger steadily rises. "What the hell are you here for? Need more blood? You bloodsucking leach." I scowled at him.

He walked towards me. But, there was no hint of any anger, thirst, or lust in his eyes. Instead there was total nervousness written all over his face.

"I...uh...I wanted to...apologize for my words and my behaviour on the other day." He finished, and then let his eyes settle down on any visible object except my eyes.

For a few moments I felt like laughing. Then I felt like hitting him for doing what he had done that day. The next moment I felt sorry for him, because it was quite clear from his behaviour that he was apologizing for the first time.

What I did was different from whatever I wanted to do. "How about...I don't except your apology? I don't want to see your face blood sucker." I sneered.

"Well...then I would say...its better if we keep up with this fight. Well...its known to both of us that you are the one to loose and will always be. But, still if you don't want this to end, am fine with it." He turned and started to walk away, a smirk plastered on his mouth.

"You don't get away with sucking my blood whenever you want to." Saying so, I grabbed fistfull of his shirt and yanked at it hard.

My action caught him off guard making him stumble backwards.
So, we both fell down in my bed.

He fell on top of me, his back smashing against my chest. All the air left my lungs. "Fuck...your so damn heavy. You need a serious fitness trainer. Get off me!!" I screeched from beneath him.

As if he was enjoying his dominant position, he turned over, trapping me between himself and the mattress.

"Seems like you swear a lot..huh?" He chuckled.

"As if....you don't. Just get off me" this time I almost pleaded to him.

"What if I don't want to? What if I like it this way? Maybe you can compensate for spoiling my night with charity now?" He grinned at me sheepishly.

My mind told me, it was a waste of time pleading him. So, I struggled, my hand flailed under him my legs moving in all directions, with the soul motive of pushing him away.

One of his hands grabbed both of mine, pinning them above my head. While his other hand trailed lower on my waist.

"Getting a bit excited are we lucky?" He chuckled, dipping his head slowly in the crook of my neck.

I bit my lower lip to stop a moan from escaping my lips. "What did you call me? Lucky? Don't you dare call me nicknames again" I glared at him.

"OK..well, you didn't answer me..about that compensation thing?" He smirked.

"Oh...fuck off..." I whined and tried to move. "Swear again and i sure as hell will do that for you..and stay still girly...I won't hurt you.." He whispered in my ears. Slowly he lowered his mouth towards mine, our lips just inches apart.

Suddenly my lips were yearning to meet his. Knowing that I had already surrendered, he left my hands and his free hand placed itself below my head, pulling my face towards his.

His lips brushed against mine as slowly and gently as a falling feather. My mind started to go blank, the desire to touch his lips engulfing me.

He got up and started moving away from me and stopped only when he was almost at the door.

"I will see you around." He left, shutting the door behind himself.

What did just happen? I touched my lips, wondering why he left, without kissing me.

Why did you want him to kiss you? Are you starting to like him? How can you like someone who is like an enemy to you?

The voice in my head demanded answers that I didn't have. Yet, it forced my mind to ponder on these questions.

Whatever the reason was, why did he pull away? This was something that was disturbing me. I would surely get it answered by him.