Bitten to perfection

Chapter 8

Chap8

The cab filled with tension rapidly. Not only had Noah seen me beat shit out of a grown man, he'd seen me drink from him. And then we'd kissed. Busy night for Morana.

Noah and I sat in a tepid silence; neither of us willing to break it. If we did... Well, who knows what might be said and done? All i knew was that he knew my secret, yet he didn't run. He didn't scream. He didn't even look bothered. No. This dude was Mr. Fucking-Confidence.

"So... Where are we going?" Noah asked after clearing his throat slightly. I glanced in his direction briefly, my eyes lingering a second too long on his own. His blue iris' pulled me in, captivating me. Stupidly i let them. I was lost in a sea of pure blue dreamyness. Morana! Stop it! Seriously get a grip! Now; what was the question? Right, right, where are we going?

"Err-- You live alone right? This is gonna be a private conversation and if we go to mine, we will be eavesdropped on. My siblings are so nosy," I replied, keeping my gaze locked on the passing trees outside the window. They were passing fast, but if i were running they'd be passing by even faster.

"Yeah, sure," Noah seemed distracted also. Guess I'm not the only one who's preparing for an emotionally straining conversation eh? I vaguely heard Noah giving the taxi driver his address. Two streets over from my own home. I'm sure i can just leave when we're finished talking; It'll take less than two minutes. Beat that.

The rest of the trip passed by in silence. An uncomfortable one at that. I tapped my fingers noiselessly on the glass of the window, passing time. It's a good job I'm used to waiting isn't it?

The taxi stopped, alerting us of our arrival. Before Noah could, I threw a £50 onto the front passenger seat, telling the tired looking, balding man to keep the change. He could use it; you know... For a coffee or... weed or something.

I clambered out of the taxi, looking silently up at the building in front of me. The house had a white exterior, with ivy growing up the walls. There was a baby tree growing in the front garden. Other than that, the house was bare. No curtains in the windows, no signs of life in the gardens. Nothing. Zilch. I followed behind Noah, watching as he unlocked the front door; watching as he held the door open then stepped aside, allowing me entry first. I shrugged and entered the house.

I stood, waiting not knowing where to look, or go for that matter. I copied Noah by taking off my shoes, then followed him noiselessly and gracefully up the frayed carpeted stairs. We walked down a narrow hallway, until Noah stopped outside of an egg blue door.

"My room," he stated quietly, once again opening the door and allowing me entry first. I stepped awkwardly into the room, finding myself surprised upon entry.

His walls were bare. Not a thing on them. He had an iPod dock resting on top of a cardboard box in the far corner of his room.A black iPod was plugged in, beginning to be raided for good songs. *MUST RESIST*. A double bed sat in the middle of the room. Unlike the rest of the room which was bare and unbecoming, his bed seemed warm and inviting. I wasted no time in crawling underneath his pale green bed covers, grinning mirthfully as i did so.

I glanced towards the door, seeing Noah stood, a look of pure amusement, mixed with a slight hint of lust, locked on his face. I patted the covers next to me, inviting him to sit with me... Which would lead to the dreaded conversation. He looked shocked at first. Then he shook his head slightly, walking cautiously towards the bed. It was taking him like five minutes to just get hallway to the bed. So i took control, as always. I was up in a flash, in front of him and grabbing the front of his jacket in my fists. I threw him harshly onto the bed, smiling at the look of astonishment on his face.