The Vampire & The Vixen

Intoxicated

Elizabeth's POV ~ 

"What are you looking at, little vixen?" Ryan smirked, leaning up against the kitchen's island across from me as I slowly sipped on some hot peppermint tea.

"Nothing, sorry." I apologized, lowering my gaze back down to my piping hot tea.

"Despite what horrid pictures my eldest brother may have painted of me, dear, you know that we are still close. He tells me things, almost everything, and thankfully leaves out little details that would drive me up a fucking wall. I've heard mention of your adorable frustration that we are rather attractive, and there is this crazy little rumor going around that you even kissed him, with some fervor nonetheless." Ryan mused, his eyes growing wide in anticipation of my answer.

"He kissed me." I shrugged.

"You kissed him right back." He replied instantly.

"I was drunk." I lied, pulling an excuse out of my ass.

"Who's drunk?" Chris yawned, walking into the kitchen.

When I saw that he was simply only accompanied by a shorter towel wrapped around his waist, I slightly choked on my tea. Every bit of him was ridiculously sexy, and my mind kept going to some dirty places. I tried to play it off and keep a straight face, not wanting him or his violent brother to get any ideas, especially this early in the morning.

"No one." I whispered, wanting to bring the conversation to an end.

"Did Ryan apologize to you?" Chris asked, folding his arms over his chest.

Looking over at Ryan, I realized his eyes were daring me to tell Chris that he had not yet apologized to me. However, I also didn't want any more tension between any of us. That was just going to give me a fucking heart attack, and cardiac arrest was not what was going to drag me out of this life.

"Yeah." I whispered, knowing damn well he could hear me.

He also probably caught on to the weakness of my answer, but I'm sure he already knew the answer to the question that he had posed to me.

"Look him in the eyes and speak clearly, Elizabeth." Ryan chided me.

Ugh, what an asshole.

"No." I admitted to Chris, now just wanting to spite Ryan.

"Ryan!" Chris growled, clearly not happy.

"I'll apologize as soon as I get something out of the deal. Let's remember once again that she is all of ours, the three amigos and the little slut. That delicious and divine blood of hers that tastes so fucking amazing...none of us have had it in far too long. She lets me have a little nibble, and I'll tell her sorry as many times as she wants to hear." Ryan told him, glaring Chris and I down.

"Elizabeth, dear...he does have a point." Chris sighed.

"I'm not a meanie, I won't hurt ya." Ryan chuckled, making me that much more pissed off at him.

As much as the thought disgusted me and made me want to puke, I was not ready or willing to get on Ryan's bad side anymore. The bruises were almost fully faded now, but the soreness and lasting color was a painful reminder of how much of an animal he could truly be.

"Watch him." I pleaded to Chris.

Chris said nothing, and I didn't have enough time to read his emotions and his face as Ryan stepped directly in my line of vision to Chris.

"My little blood whore," Ryan whispered, leaning down next to me and brushing my hair out of the way of my neck.

"I'm not a whore." I replied, squeezing my eyes shut as I saw his fangs catch the light from the chandelier and gleam.