Emberborn

What Have I Gotten Myself Into?

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" His voice booms around me.

I turn around and sit back down on the couch while he stands at the foot of our bed glaring at me.

I take a deep breath and lean over with my elbows resting on my knees.

"He was looking for you." I try to explain.

"I don't give a fuck what he was looking for. I want to know what the hell you were doing answering the door!"

My eyes snap up in surprise.

I didn't expect this kind of reaction from him.

I mean, all I did was open a door...

Why does he keep getting pissed off about the smallest things?

I'm the one locked up in this room alone every day and he has the audacity to be mad at me?!

Un-fucking-believable.

I rose to my feet and crossed my arms over my chest. I was not going to roll over and let him walk on me.

"I'm sorry that you were gone for three fucking days," I say calmly.

He slowly lifts his head to meet my line of sight with a similar shocked look on his face.

He grins for a split second before walking in front of me.

"You know, darling, women shouldn't curse." He said menacingly, challenging me.

Something about his tone sparked a fire inside of me. I felt it burn and burn until I could feel the anger flow through every inch of my body.

I couldn't control it, nor did I want to.

I'm tired of being treated like I don't matter by someone who has such a huge effect on me.

I crossed my arms over my chest, lifted my chin, and leaned in closer to him, so close that our noses were almost touching. I stared deep into his eyes and spoke with a confidence I had never felt before.

"Get fucked."

He blinked back in surprise, but I stood my ground. He needed to know that I am no pushover.

"Excuse me?" He said slowly as I turned my back to him.

"You promised me that you would help me. You said you would explain everything to me. I trusted you and you have yet to live up to that promise. You have kept me locked up alone in this room for weeks, so I'm sorry if I opened a goddamn door to talk to someone who is not you." I snapped as I turned to face him.

He had his back to me, he didn't say a word. He didn't even move.

I wondered what was going through his head and I prayed that he understood what I was saying.

I may be lashing out because of this pent up anger inside of me, but I needed him to hear me.

Moments passed and nothing happened. I was starting to worry.

Maybe I was too harsh.

Maybe I should have just asked him nicely and he would have done something.

So I thought about taking a different approach this time, seeing if it will do me any good.

"Fallon?" I ask gently.

Nothing.

Still not a sound. He just stood there facing the door. I took a few steps toward him before trying again.

"Fallon, I'm sorry... I didn't mean to lash out, I just... I want to meet other people. I want to talk to other people-"

"No." He cut me off.

"What?" I said taking a few steps further.

"I said no!" He grabbed me by the shoulders and slammed me against the wall.

I shut my eyes and gasped for breath. I could feel my body start to shake as the fear set in.

His breaths were hot and heavy on my face and his grip tightened around me.

My head started to throb and I felt something warm start to drip down my neck, but I dared not move. I dared not open my eyes.

He growled warningly at me and I felt myself whimper in response.

"Look at me." He ordered.

Reluctantly I obeyed, and when I opened my eyes, my breath hitched.

His usual taupe eyes were glowing a vibrant gold. My heart rate was through the roof and my breathing never steadied.

Any sense of confidence I had earlier has vanished, engulfed by the fear of whoever this man was.

Was he even a man?

If not, then what the hell was he?

"What-" I gasp out, but another low growl cuts me off.

I shut my eyes bracing for another impact, but nothing came.

"You. Are. Mine." He threatens.

I don't say a word. I just cower in defeat. I quickly nod my head in agreement, hoping that he will release me.

He leans in so close that I can feel his face hovering over mine.

"Don't you ever disobey me again."

"I-I'm s-sorry, F-Fallon." I stutter, my voice barely above a whisper.

He just huffs in response.

I squirm under his grasp, but there was no way out. He was ten times stronger than I'll ever be. He lets out a psychotic laugh and I couldn't help but open my eyes to see something I have never seen before.

He was enjoying this.

He was enjoying my fear, my struggle.

It was at this moment that I wondered what the hell I've gotten myself into.

"I'll show you just how sorry you're going to be." He said smiling.

I looked at his teeth and saw his canines extend. My eyes felt like they could pop out of their sockets any second now.

I fought harder against him, but it was futile.

He gave me one more wicked smile before he slams his teeth into the crook of my neck.

I cried out when I felt them pierce my skin. I screamed and fought to get him off of me. I fought so hard, but he never let me go.

His teeth tore apart the sensitive skin like it was a piece of meat, and I was his meal.

A burning sensation erupted from that spot like nothing I have ever felt before. Thousands of needles poked at me from the inside out.

Blood was running down my chest and back.

I felt like I was being burned alive. I screamed and screamed until my voice finally gave out.

And after what felt like an hour, he released me.

I collapsed to the ground in pain and instinctively reached up to the stop he just tore into. I coughed and tried to gasp for breath at the same time.

Tears were streaming down my face like a waterfall.

And he just stood there watching.

I knew something was terribly wrong when he watched me cry inconsolably, over something he had just done, and he didn't even flinch. He didn't even attempt to apologize, nor was he remorseful.

Instead, he had twisted this around to be my fault.

It was then that I knew, I was no longer dealing with a person.

I was dealing with a monster.