•Chapter 11•
I felt the bed go back to its original position. The left side wasn't dipped down anymore. I turned onto my back, laying on my hand. I immediately shot up, groaning through clenched teeth from the pain. I rubbed the gauze lightly, trying to ease the pain. Harry entered the room, a towel latched around his waist, his hair soaking with water. Droplets fell onto the surface of this chest. Why did he have to be so charming for someone so threatening?
"Oh. You're up." His voice sent chills down my spine. He must've just woken up because his voice was very raspy and very hoarse. I hate to admit it, but it was sexy. He furrowed his eye brows toward my hand. "What happened? Is it hurting again?" He asked, walking over to his side of the room, where his closet was.
"I just rolled over and laid on it. It's fine." He was quickly dressed in his signature black T-Shirt and black skinny jeans.
"Let me see." He took my wrist gently, taking off the wrapping. My hand was red around the edges of the markings. The rose mark was black and seemed like a real tattoo, but there was some bruising done to the flesh. "That's normal. Just keep it wrapped for the next couple of days and it should be fine." He wrapped it up again.
I nodded and looked up at him. His jade eyes already burning into my dark blue ones. A question came to mind. "Uhm. What exactly does the mark mean, Harry?" I asked. Looking down at my hand, I noticed the gauze beginning to come up at the corners.
"It means that I am your "owner" as the other vampires call it. It marks you as mine." He stated.
"How can I be yours if I'm my own person?" I asked, getting annoyed with the gauze wanting to untangle itself from my skin.
"It stupid. I don't follow it, but if another vampire catches you and sees the marking, they will have to immediately take you back to me." He stated. He saw my frustration with the cloth, taking it off to see the bruising gone as well as the red lining. My stomach growled as if right on cue. "Someone's hungry." He smirked at me, getting up off the bed. "Come on." He reached his hand out for me to take. I hesitantly took his firm hold, he lead me to the kitchen, still grasping my hand.
"Harry? Can you let go?" I asked. He released me from his grip.
"What do you want to eat?" He asked, walking over to the fridge.
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It's been an hour since Harry left to go hunting. I was currently sitting in the living room, fiddling with the hem of the crème sweater that was loose on my torso. My fingers found their way to the black rose on my hand, tracing over the markings. Where the markings began, I could feel the patches of skin lifted up as if the flesh was burned. Which it was.
The front door opened to reveal Harry, his mouth finally washed off. "Thanks for washing up." I mumbled, my eyes locked on the markings.
"I know it's different. You'll get used it." He sat down next to me on the black leather couch.
"It's weird. I never thought that this would happen to me at 16." I breathed.
"I could never imagine." He stated. My phone buzzed in my pocket, I didn't want to answer. Harry grabbed the phone from my pocket.
He pressed the phone to his ear. "Hello?" He asked the person on the other line. I heard another male voice on the other line. "She's busy right now." There was a short pause. "Calm down you little shit, she's fine." I tensed at his choice of words. "She'll call you back later." He ended the call. "It was Nathan." He directed his full attention over to me.
"I kind of figured." I mumbled.
"Something wrong?" He asked.
No... I'm just very depressed that you're keeping me here like a prisoner.
He chuckled. "I'll try to make it more alive around here... Promise." He leaned in closer to me. His jade eyes pierced into mine. He then pulled away when I accidentally knocked over my water from backing away.
"Sorry!" I squealed. I rushed to the kitchen and grabbed several paper towels. I kneeled down on the ground, trying to ignore the pain in my hand, soaking up the water with the white cloth.
Once the water was off the surface of the carpet I noticed Harry and his shocked expression to my reactions to a spilled drink. His eyes were wide open and his mouth was open slightly. I tried to ignore his stare on my back.
I threw the wet paper towels into the garbage bin. I turned around only to be held in my place by Harry's strong grip around my waist. His rough fingertips trailed along my jawline. "Harry? What are you doing?" I asked, gulping hardly.
He quickly backed away. "Sorry." He looked as if he was embarrassed. "The only disadvantage about the mark is that, when ever the mortal is marked, the vampire automatically feels a connection. I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to do that. I'll try to control myself next time." He explained, rubbing the back of his neck that I've noticed was a habit.
"Disadvantage? Connection?" I was meaning to ask those questions in my mind, but they fell from my lips.
"Disadvantage, is that the mortal may not feel the same way, which turns into chaos. Connection, where the vampire feels a strong bond or feeling for the mortal." He explained.
I nodded, trying to take in all the information at once. "I'll try to keep my distance for now." He quickly added. "So you won't be weirded out." He took my hand in his.
"Okay." I said a little above a whisper.
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*Ginny*
