A Wolves Cry

ch.19 Drane Her, Dry

When she realizes who it is she yells, "Elijah!" she starts to run but she not getting any closer. Suddenly she smells chicken and pasta. She roles over surrounded by white sheets, and I'm naked. She opens her eyes to see the whole room is white. Wait did we???

"Dinner in bed, I would have brought you breakfast but it night, so." Mike said with a tray in hand trying to be romantic. "Why did you paint the room?" She asks sitting up in bed. "Ya I changed rooms to." he blue eyes light up with the all white walls. "Why?" She asks.

"I didn't want you to be reminded," he paused trying to think of the right words as to not set her off "...of bad memory's." He looks at the ground. Haley. She thinks shaking her head before starting to speak. "No, this is good, really." she said slowly, he looks deeply into her eyes. "I've never seen your eyes like that?" "Aren't you going to eat?" She asks trying to change to subject. "It's been awhile sences I've eaten, I haven't been to see Doc at the bloodbank, latey." he sits on the bed by her legs.

She roles up the sleeves of his shirt, and sticks her arm in front of him. "What are you doing?" he asks head cocked. "Well you feed me, I'm just returning the favor." she said stabbing a peace of chicken with her fork, and putting it in her mouth. He stars at her, "I don't know, about this?" He says nervously. "It's okay, Mick." She says trying to reassure him, she mugged her arm closer to him, his eyes turn black and his teeth grow sharp. I've feed Elijah Quickly clearing her head of the thought.

He's about to vamp out and feed only thinking not to kill her when he smells something strange only to ignore it. Little did he know it would be a mistake that would almost get them both killed. But the smell of her was to allureing.