Half Dead ~ G.D.

Chapter 12

Grayson soon entered the room, forcefully grabbing my wrist and leading me into a bathroom.

"Here's some towels and clothes" he spoke gently, handing me towels and items of clothing.

"Thanks" I whispered back clearly showing the weakness in my voice.

"Come downstairs when your done" he turned around, leaving me alone once again.

I stared at myself in the mirror, the bruises and gashes visible all over my body. My hand trails up my body, landing on a deep purple bruise present on my shoulder. My reaction was nothing but nonchalant, I feel nothing but numbness taking over me.

I slide the shower door open, revealing the steamy room. I walk over to the clothes and put them on my bare body. The black sweatpants hung loosely around my waste while the light grey hoodie engulfed me, flooding my nose with the intoxicating scent of Grayson.

Leaving the bathroom, I walk downstairs just like Grayson told me to do. I stood on a creaky floorboard at the bottom of the stairs, making my presence known to the shirtless boy sitting on the couch playing video games. He didn't budge or even blink until I cleared my throat. He stood up, his abs tensing as he walks over to me while biting his lip.

"Fuck I wish you were mine" he said in a husky tone while he looked me up and down.

"Why can't I be?" I say with dominance in my voice.

He bit his lip once more before edging closer to my face, his plump deep pink lips now hovering over mine. Closing the gap between us, he locked his lips with mine. Within seconds he hungrily brushes his tongue against my lower lip asking for entrance.  Our lips moved in sync.

"Jump" he commands, breaking the kiss. I obey him, earning him to smile. He pushes me up against the wall, breaking the kiss leaving a trail of kisses down my jaw until he kisses my neck, sucking, leaving several marks along my neck and jaw. Kissing my lips again, he bites my bottom lip hungrily, making a slight moan escape my lips, only making him more rough.

I pull away from the kiss, breathless. "I want to be like you" I whisper in his ear. Grayson lets go of me, making me fall back to my feet.

"No" he says sternly, while turning away.

"But it was part of the 'tradition' I-"

"No" he interrupts again. "I don't fucking care about the fucking tradition. I'm not doing it. You can't be like me."

"Why?"

"Fuck, because you can't! I'm a nocturnal animal. I fucking kill people because that's the only thing that makes me feel whole. I feed off innocent people" he turns back around, his eyes turning red. "I would've killed you too if I had a choice. But your something different. I don't hear the blood pumping through your veins. I don't feel the urge to feed on you" with each word he walks closer, cornering me without an escape route. "When I look at you I want to fucking destroy you. I want to make you scream my fucking name. Can you do that for me baby?" I nod, my breath getting heavier by the second. "Good-"

"On one condition, turn me" I interrupt.

"No." He says, his voice monotone.

"Yes." I argue. "I'll be daddy's good little girl" I whisper, biting my lip, this only makes him smirk and fumble with the string on his sweatpants.

"Go to bed" he smirks. "It's going to be a long day tomorrow."