My Kidnapper says showering together is bonding. Yeah Right

My Kidnapper says showering together is bonding.Yeah Right 22

"What did I do?" My voice cracked

"Your impossible to protect"

"I never asked you to protect me. I can handle myself. I did today!" I yelled at him

"Yes, by threatening him with me and Trents name. Good job" He rolled his eyes. I hoped they got stuck that way.

"I don't need you" I put as much venom in that as possible

"I don't want you" He spat back

"Then kill me" I walked right in front of him, he glared at me like I was to him. He didn't move or speak, I wasn't going to break down from this.

"I hate you" He growled at me

"I know"

"You do?" I nodded, he looked shocked "Do you hate me?" He hesitated asking it.

"No I cant."

"Why?"

"My life was nothing like this. I was a plain, I was boring. I never did anything bad. You altered me, this situation altered me that I cant hate you. Im happy I lived to see all the things you only read about it books. This is like a dream, a dream I don't want to wake up from. Im happy. Im happy you chose me"

I looked down at my bare feet. My cheeks felt hot then cold. He hand was on my cheeks stroking my face. I looked up to see him smiling a bit,

"Your like my personal demon. Torturing me." his hand went into my hair playing with it.

"I am?"

"Yes, you are. You're the girl I need to kill but cant" He gave a light tug on my hair.

"I don't think im suppose to die"

"You think so?"

"Yes, im special" I was starting to believe this.

"Special indeed. Dancing on the thin line between life and death. You have no fears, invincible yet human. You have death at your mercy" He shook his head

"Im special" I smiled, It felt good to know that something was right about me

"How long are you going to be lucky?" His other hand fount my hand and held it

"Its not luck"

"Then what is it?"

"Its fate. Im not suppose to die"

"You know what your palm says?" He flipped my hand over

"Its blank?"

"You time was up a long time ago" He laughed then let go of my hand. My left hand was the same. Blank. I looked up at him for answers but only got a smirk.

I turned away from him and walked to sit on the bed.

"Well, this shouldn't be a shock." I spoke to myself

"You think so?"

"Im not talking to you"

"Fine" He stood in front of the wall and touched it. Slowly a fire began going up the wall. I watched as it formed a large square. The inside disintegrated, a glass filled the void. Outside the sky was a bloody red.

"Why is it red?"

"I don't know. Some says that this survives by the blood we take."

"Do you have a name for here?"

"No, we just call it hell"

"It needs a name"

"Right, so it can be more homely"

"No"

"Sure, Trents here"

"What?"

The door busted open. Trent was standing in the doorway laughing.

"Could have knocked"

"Where the fun in that. Your not mad?"

"No" I was even surprised

"Whats wrong with the spoiled brat. Marlyn what did you do?" He smiled at me.

"Nothing"

"Not what im getting. Burned, attacked, challenged Marcus. You had an eventful week." He laughed some more

"Get out my Head!" I yelled at him

"Ill bring her back to visit" Trent offered his hand which of course he let fall a 20 seconds later. "One day im going to kill you for doing that" He sighed

"Will you give me 10 minutes?"

"For?"

"Because I need 10 minutes" I snapped. He sighed and walked out the room. I followed behind him and closed the door.

I walked right up to him. This might be the last time I see him. I didn't know what I was going to do but I had to do something.

"Marlyn? What are you doing?" He whispered. I didn't reply. I just looked into his deep brown eyes, I slid my right hand over his chest. Ive never done this before, but I needed to now. His six pack was rock solid, smooth and beautiful. He stood still letting me do this.

I touched his lips, cheeks, forehead, I ran my hands through his short hair.

We never broke eye contact. It was no or never. I took a deep breath and yanked his head down to me. His eye popped open right before I closed mine. I smashed my lips into his. I didn't care if it wasn't a good kiss. I just needed a kiss. I needed him to know that regardless, he was the only vampire I wanted. He needed to know that I was his. That when my luck ran out it would be in his hands. I was his.

Our lips were moving in sync with each other, his arms were wrapped around me. My hands were in his hair while my legs were in a iron grip around him like I was holding on for life. I pulled away for air and he let go of me. I took a step back, and looked at me.

"My personal demon. Sent to torture me. Physically and emotionally." He laughed, I blushed.

"Im sorry."

"Don't be. Try to find a way to come back to me. Please."

"I will" He stepped forward, leaned down and kissed me again. It wasn't rushed or painful. He pulled back and squeezed me to him.

"I need you, I need you to survive this okay. Don't die" I nodded into his cold chest. We let go and I walked out the room before I closed the door I turned to looked at him one more time

"I love you Marcus" I closed the door and felt teeth sink into my neck.

"You stupid little girl"