Bite Me (l.t)

Part 8

She couldnt help but smile a little. But he did not smile back. He just looked like something had died inside of him.

It was a tense silence on the way home. Brooke rode home but her father rode to the City-Hall. He would talk to them about how things were out in the house. But he had promised not to tell about Brooke.

Brooke sat down in her armchair. The city was beautiful at night. Music played and people came and went across the street. Votives were lit behind drawn curtains. Something struck the balconydoor.

 Brooke did not react until a crack appeared on the window.

Before she even had time to blink, she saw Louis outside the window.

 He knocked and waited. Brooke pretended at first that she couldn’t see him. But he just kept on knocking. Fucking idiot. Then she got up and opened the door.

    "Good evening," he said softly.

Brooke did not answer, but sat down on the bed. He came quickly after her. She hid her tearful face in her hands. She had no idea why she was even crying but she felt like she needed it. Like she had so many fucked up things in her life at the moment and just wanted to get all her emotions away.

Louis put his arm around her shoulders and pulled her close. She sat still for a moment and felt the warmth he radiated. Then she pulled out of his grasp.

      “Leave me alone," she snapped.

      "I think you're a bit rude now," he said and smiled.

       "I have no reason to be polite to you. I'm tired of being polite to someone who does not even deserve it. You destroyed me."

       "We both know that’s not true." He looked into her eyes. "We will live together forever. Never deviate from the others side.”

    "I would never associate myself with you." Brooke raised her hand to slap him over his cheek, but he grabbed it.

    "You want to kiss me," he said softly and leaned his face closer to hers. His lips were just a few inches from her and his hot breath caressed gently over her chin and neck. Then she pulled away.

    "No," she said firmly. "This is not right."

He rolled his eyes.

      "You have to learn how to relax a bit," he said, and stretched out on the bed.

    "How can you be so calm and satisfied after killing a bunch of people?"

    "I have been a vampire for 400 years. I am quite used to it now. That is one thing I have to do to not dry out." He smiled. "Surprised now?"

Brooke stood up and walked to the window.

    "Father knows about me. He will surely give me over to the people and I will be burned as a witch."

She sighed and put her hand on the cool window glass.

    "I will kill. And everybody will look for the killer. Maybe it's best if I reveal myself and spares them the trouble."

    "No, do not do that," Louis said and jumped up.

    "Why?"

    "It's a little unnecessary. You have the whole life ahead of you."

    "I do not see this as a life." Tears ran down her cheeks again. He put his arms around her. She started to cry for real and out loud.

He comforted her and put his finger over her lips.

    "We do not want your father to come running in here."

Then he kissed her on the forehead. She felt the warmth spread across her cheeks.

    "I just wanted a husband and children. We would be happy and live in a big house. It has always been my dream!" She sobbed out.

    "Okay, listen here. Children can we strike from the list, you will never be able to get any anyway. But what a husband regards ..."

He looked into her eyes.

    “You want to kiss me”, he breathed out in her face and lay his hands on her shoulders. As much as she actually wanted to, she just shook her head. He lay down on the bed again and crossed his legs.

    “You haven’t had any interesting dreams lately, have you?”

She looked up and stared at him, blushing. How did he know that?

    “So I see you have...” He smirked and patted on the bed besides him. “Come here, Brooke. Lay down with me.”

She hesitated for a few seconds. Then she sat down on the edge of the bed.

    “How did you know that, Louis?” she asked and played with her fingers.

    “You haven’t figured that out yet?” And he looked a bit surprised.

   “Should I have?” she snapped.

    “I just thought that you were more clever.” He smiled a little and then continued. “You dream about me, and fantasizes about me. You feel attracted to me, and sometimes you even want me. And then I

mean want me. And that is because I turned you. You were turned on

 my blood. I killed your body. So practically, you belong to me. You can’t help that you want me. It’s in your nature. Your mind might be telling you otherwise, but your body wants me, and to be honest, I want you in any way that is possible. I want you right now, and i know that you want me too, so why play the games, just let yourself go. Break free.”

She stared at him. So that why she had dreamt about him that way, and why she wanted him to touch her, even though she knew it was wrong and crazy. She should hate him, but she couldn’t. Just beacuse she was... sired to him. And nothing that she would do could ever change that. She would always be weak for him. And he had known that.

He sat up and grabbed her arms and pulled her closer.

    “Be with me. Love me. Follow your dreams...” He smirked at his last words.

He stroked with his left hand over her hair and played with the collar of her dress with the other one. His fingertips brushed over the bite that he had given her a few days ago and she whimpered. He noticed and leaned in and pressed his lips against it. His tongue licked up to her ear and he massaged her scalp with his hand.

    “You like this?” he whispered against her neck and the hot breath made her shiver.

    “Yeah...” she answered and bend her head backwards so that he could have more access.

    “I’m gonna make you feel so good, love”, he breathed and then lifted her up and put her down in the middle of the bed and then lay on top of her.