Hunted

Chapter 3

'How could he do this to me, why would he do this?' My mind races with the same questions that have repeated themselves over and over again in my head. I pound the punching bag, I haven't eaten much in weeks. I have been either at school, at home, or here training with Tristain or just like this, alone. I hear the door of the training room open then shut, I know it's Tristain because he reaches me in mere seconds. I ignore him continuing to throw punches, trying to ignore what is going on in my head. I feel his light touch in my shoulders and suddenly I am facing him, having been turned around in the blink of an eye. I try to turn back to the punching bag but Tristain has me in a tight hold, I feel a wetness on my cheek and realise that I'm crying. Tristain pulls me into a tight embrace and that's when it hits me, I break down. After what feels like hours of just us standing there Tristain leads me back to the dorm rooms that we have in the compound, I sit down on the small single bed on one side of the room, I expect Tristain to sit done with me but instead he hangs back in the doorway. After a few moments I notice a small vein sticking out of the side of Tristain's head next to his temple and I almost immediately know why. "When was the last time you ate?" I ask knowing that it is a touchy subject but asking anyway. He bristles slightly but then sits down at the small desk chair across from the bed, as he answers he doesn't look directly at me. "About a week ago," he says in guilty tone of voice. Vampire bites have a certain effect on humans, they have a special type of venom which paralyses and it also can make you feel like you are on some kind of high. Even though I know all of this information, and more, I still make the somewhat crazy decision to offer him my throat. As I pull the strap of my singlet down to one side Tristain sits up very straight. "No," he says, "I can't." I can sense the worry in his voice but I trust him and I want him to know that, "you can," I say, "I trust you. Slowly but surely he moves towards me, "are you sure about this?" He asks in a very serious tone. "Yes," I say, "I'm sure, I know the rules, I know how this works." He moves in closer and tips my head to one side putting his other hand on my shoulder, "if this hurts, I'm sorry in advance," he whispers in my ear. I don't hear his fangs pop out but suddenly I feel them piercing my neck as his venom paralyses me. He feeds for a few minutes while my mind goes blank with euphoria, when he's done he lays me down on the bed so I can recover from what has just happened. He has a small trickle of blood running down his chin which he wipes away in one small swipe, he pulls the desk chair next to the bed and sits down much more relaxed than before. "How do you feel?" He asks with a coy grin on his face, I can't talk yet so I just smile at him. I must look like an idiot because he chuckles a bit before brushing a strand of hair out of my eyes. The look on his face is soft as he says, "sleep, it will make you feel better." I shut my eyes and I'm swallowed up by the darkness of a dreamless sleep.