Hungry for you[ON-HOLD]

Hungry for you - 6

“Are you feeling better now?” he asked me in a casual tone as though nothing happened hours ago. Cain brought me somewhere deep in the woods where in the middle stood a beautiful bricked mansion. It’s huge and the windows were beautiful. Roses grew in the front garden but I can’t see any other else because of the darkness the night is drawing.

            I know I shouldn’t be trusting anyone anymore after what happened with Will, Liam, and Zion…Zion, I wonder what happened to him?

            But I shook the thought off, wanting to rest my mind for just tonight. Cain’s eyes showed something that I was able to trust on, even though I just talked to him on the first day of school. I slowly grabbed the cup of tea on the center table but Cain stopped me, “That won’t make you feel better. But this will,” he held out to me a bar.

            “Chocolate?”

            He smiled, “Yeah. It’ll warm and calm you, trust me.”

            By his words, my body seems to follow him. I wasn’t hesitating at all. I didn’t care whether this chocolate is poisonous or not—I just, well, trust Cain.

            I took a bite off the chocolate and in an instant, felt the flowing cream that I chewed to my throat and to the insides of me. I took another bite, happy to feel the warm feeling the chocolate is bringing to me.

            “Better?” he asks.

            I nodded and thanked him with a mutter. Cain rolled up the cuffs of his school uniform and sat at the red chair across from me. The place looked nothing like a dreadful vampire’s lair. As a matter of fact, the place looked—home. The room, lit only by the fire coming from the fireplace, looks so beautiful. Red velvet carpets, red cushions, a flat screen TV, comforting, beautiful paintings as though nature is truly a part of this house and some pictures of an old man and a little kid that looked like Cain.

            “Is that you on the picture?” I asked, pointing at a little picture frame hanging across from us, over the fireplace.

            Cain didn’t bother looking; he nodded and smiled at me gently, “Yeah. Little me.”

            I looked at the picture again. He looks so innocent and carefree with that smile of his. No signs of fangs or paleness at all—as though he’s not a vampire. Come to think of it, I sudden wondered whether Zion or Cain or the others—Will, Liam—are born as real vampires?

            I was about to ask Cain when he overrode me, “Zion entered you in this school, am I right?”

            I nodded, ambiguously.

            “You shouldn’t have trusted him.” Cain said without hesitations. His ruby eyes glistened with the reflection of the fire coming from the fireplace. I looked at him for a moment, feeling the dryness of my throat—perhaps from the chocolate or because of what Cain said.

            “What do you mean?”

            But a part of me knows what Cain means.Zion is a vampire. He had lied to me once by saying he have parents and that he’s just our foster brother coming to pick us up from the orphanage—but it ended that only Zion and that crazy Zander adopted Rice and I.

            Rice!

            “Cain! What happened to my sister, Rice!?” I suddenly blurted out, surprising the fear in me but it seems Cain was expecting this question. He smiled at me and reached out his hand, gently patting my hand which calmed me down in an instant. Why is it as though Cain has something that takes over my fears, doubts, confusion, and even myself? It’s as though—he…knows my weakness that I am not aware of?