Don't Runaway [Book 2]

Chapter 30

Reality hit me hard. I thought that if I didn't think about it, that it wasn't true but I was far from it. Beth's every intention was to kill me before I let the cat out of the bag. Without finishing the job, she marked me or something. Changing me into what she is.

Hugging myself I dug my fingernails into my arms as my body shivered. This can't be happening. This can't be happening. I was panicking. Who wouldn't?

"Edea?" Victor's throat was dry, I bet his throat felt like sandpaper.

"Rest your voice," I told him. "Whatever you're going to say, save it."

"I couldn't find the person who hurt you. If I never left, you wouldn't be so scared."

"Scared? I'm not scared," I lied straightening myself up.

"You can't lie to me. I can smell your body changing," he sounded as if he laughed.

"One, that's gross, two, I haven't taken a shower so I stink and three... I got nothing." I said letting my head hit my knees that hugged close to my chest.

"You smell like the fresh sun and pine trees. It's a kind of smell that makes me feel at home. Tell me Edea, what smell makes you feel at home?"

Looking at him my eyes drifted to the cell wall. With a sigh, I tried to remember a smell that made me feel at home. I exhaled while make a smell, "Cinnamon buns."

"Cinnamon buns?"

"Yea, my mom used to make them for me and Dawn. And when dad came home from work, we all sat down at the table to eat them."

"Your mom must have been wonderful." He whispered.

"She was until... dad had gone missing." I whispered back. "When he went missing," I said making a fist as I lowered my head, "our whole world changed. "We sat in silence again, he knew my story. He may know mine and Dawns story better than we now it. Maybe not, if he was a good detective he would know that I was the Runaway. The Runaway? That's who we need, I smiled at my new master plan.

"Edea, I'm sorry. I don't know... how long I can control myself."

My head shot up as I looked at him. "Are you joking with me?" I asked.

"No, sooner or later, I won't be able to... I don't want to hurt you." I study his face and all I could see was fear. I could see he was fighting himself from leaping towards me. He was so hungry that it hurt.

"You won't." I said getting up off the dirty mattress. I have to swallow my pride and let him drink from me or else he could attack me as I travel and if he does that who now what will happen to me. Sure his's chained to the wall but who says he can't brake it.

"No, Edea," he tried to shout as he got up in his knees. Getting down on my knees I looked at him, narrowing my eyes, I couldn't help but feel sorry for him. Guilt hit me making me turn my head away. "Edea, back away from me," ignoring him I saw a green bottle. Taking it, I smashed it into the floor. Quickly grabbing the sharpest glass there, I placed the sharp edge on the palm of my hand. "Edea!" getting onto my feet I walked behind him and placed my body on his back, being careful not to touch the chains, as I took my cut hand close to his mouth.

"Drink, Victor. You need it," I whispered in his ear.

"I will not," he said turning his head away. I don't need this right know take it damn it! I yelled in my thoughts.

Taking my bloody hand to my mouth I started to suck. I can't believe I'm doing something so stupid that this could get me killed. Once I thought I had enough. I took my other hand under his chin and turned his head towards me. With his mouth opened I didn't hesitate to place my mouth on his.