Reaper

Chapter 4

I waited, and I waited. I watched the sun rise and move across the sky, I tried the door again but to no avail. To top it all off, the TV signal was awful, also highly boring; I'd never really experienced daytime television, and I now knew why. I started to get hungry again around lunchtime, but there was hardly anything in the house, just the blood in the fridge and a Pot Noodle under the sink. With a bit of elbow grease, however, I did managed to scrape the limescale from the inside of the kettle so I could make it up, but by the time the lock clicked around noon, my stomach was growling with hunger once again. 

As soon as Jared stepped into the room, he surveyed the room and the mess I'd made within it, then sighed as he realised what a bad idea it was to leave a teenager pent up in an apartment all day with nothing to do. 

"So..." He said, smoothing out the crumpled mat with his foot so he could close the door behind him. 

"What have you been doing all day?" 

I scowled at him, and crossed my arms like a petulant child. 

"I've managed to keep myself busy," I said nastily, "But I realized there's one thing I did forget to do." I studied my fingernails, almost hearing the air move as he raised his eyebrows. A rustling of plastic bags accompanied the thud of his boots as he crossed to the kitchen unit. 

"And, what is that?" He asked, depositing a load of shopping on the table. 

"I should've crapped on your living room floor. Luckily for you, I chose the toilet." I waited for his reply, but when none came I started my next attack. 

"You kept me locked in here! All night, and all day. That's classed as kidnap!" 

"Was it against your will? Weren't you the one so keen on finding out all about me? Were you not gagging to kiss me last night, even though I could've killed you in an instant? Was your anger not tainted by impatience as you waited for me to return, just to see if it was going to become anything?" Jared asked, firing his questions at me one after the other. One part of me, the stubborn pubescent part, wanted to scream that he was dead wrong.The other side of me, the side that knew the truth, had nothing to say. Jared smiled knowingly at my silence as he unloaded shopping onto the counter top. 

"I'm not an idiot Talon, I know how I make you feel; Physically, emotionally. But me and you-" He said, pointing at me with a jar of pesto, "It's not going to happen, and tonight I'm going to show you why. But first," he pulled out a bag of what was clearly pasta, and let it fall on the counter. 

"I'm going to make you dinner. Tagliatelle and pesto with tomato and basil; I know you like it so you can't complain." He announced. I wanted to ask exactly how he knew this, but by then I would've been a fool not to know that anything was possible with him. I watched him for a while, sorting out the ingredients according to a recipe he'd pulled off the net, marvelling at how he used his hands with such dexterity. 

I wonder if those hands would be that expert handling certain places on my body...

I took in a sharp breath, shocked at myself. Jared looked up briefly from his tomato chopping to see what the fuss was. 

"What?" He asked, and I knew that he'd noticed my cheeks go as red as the food. 

"Nothing, I thought you were going to cut yourself." I lied, to which he chuckled as he scraped the tomatoes into a cooking pot with garlic. 

"Liar." He said, but pursued the subject no further. I wandered away to the window, looking out at all the buildings which were getting ready for the night time, at the cars in a line waiting for the lights to turn green. I wondered if I was missed yet, if the college had contacted my brother about my absence. Whether my brother had contacted the college first, assuring them that my absence was due to a cold or something. I shuddered to think about the black eye Jared would receive when Damon found us finally, playing house in the most twisted fashion I could imagine. 

"Where are you taking me tonight?" 

"A place called Parizska, I have something to show you. I would've been there right now if it wasn't for a few things I needed to sort out here." 

"Is it some sort of night club?" I asked, coming back over to counter. He was by the stove now, he had his back to me and I could smell onions frying. 

"Not quite, it's about an hour and forty five minutes away...You know this is your last chance to change your mind, seeing what I really am isn't as gossip worthy as you probably think." He told me. 

I considered this; the last time Jared said he was going to take me somewhere, I ended up being locked in his apartment for 12 hours, starving. 

Thinking about kissing him in places other than his mouth...

"So what if I change my mind?" I asked, ignoring my thoughts as he began to boil the spaghetti. 

"I'll take you home right now with no questions, but under no circumstances will you ever try to look for me again, because if you manage to find me, I will kill you." Now that was an ultimatum and a half. But I could smell the food, and it smelt divine; not bad for someone who never needs to cook. I needed someone like that in my life, my biggest cooking achievement is beans on toast, and Damon never bothers with anything beyond a takeaway (something he only does for me when I'm drunk). But aside from that, I couldn't deny the fact that I wanted Jared. There was no amount of bad ju-ju that could drive me away from him, none at all. It wasn't that he was particularly good looking or anything, but there was something safe about him, and something sexy...

"So are you coming or not blondie?" Jared asked, cutting through my reverie. Before I could stop myself, I answered 'yes', and from that point on there was no going back.