Exiled

Chapter 10

Carrington glared at me furiously, his companions all glowering at us as well. Understandably so, I did ruin his party—his house too.

"Tabitha... your friends seem to be lacking in manners. Surely you didn't think destroying my home would convince me to help you!" Carrington scoffed, his eyes tapering to carmine slits. His pale, ageless face remained expressionless, emphasizing the contempt in his voice.

I scowled at him. "I did ask nicely... you didn't take me seriously so I gave you a reason to."

"What kind of power are you channeling? Ive known plenty of witches in my lifetime and none of them could have performed that spell with the same level of... severity." He spoke very proper, he didn't quite have a british accent but there was almost a hint of one in there somehow.

"My last name is Wick... do with that what you will" I said arrogantly, smiling smugly. "Those witches you've met were probably raised to do a certain kind of magic anyways. Magic taught to them by the academy's— meant to limit us, and I don't answer to them so..."

He smiled. "I was going to rip your throat out for your atrocious manners but... I think I've taken quite the liking to you. Your arrogance and conceit... it's very attractive."

"Is he flirting with you" Calluna said to me in a low voice.

Carrington was directly in front of me in a blur, his eyes locked onto mine—like he was a predator and I was his prey. He leaned in so close, his lips were brushing against my ear, he was definitely way too close to my neck. I should have been nervous but I wasn't, I felt more aroused than anything. "I'll help you... under one condition" He whispered quaintly.

"Yes" I whispered back, there was a lump in my throat — I felt tense.

"It's no secret that a witches blood is special, it even taste different than human blood. But the smell of yours is especially sweet... allow me to taste it and I'll help you." He pressed his lips against my neck sensually, in a way that told me he meant no harm. He wasn't going to bite me unless I gave him permission. But still... it sent shivers down my spine. I've never been bitten by any animal, definitely not by a vampire.

I swallowed my saliva nervously and stood there deep in thought. I could see the nervous faces of my friends, they were on standby and ready to attack at any moment.

"Okay... you can feed on me" I said giving in, all of my friends gasped simultaneously.

"Altiair no, he could kill you!" Avian exclaimed

"He won't, because if I tell him to stop and he doesn't... I'll remove his heart without so much as a warning." I assured them. "Do it"

He took a deep breath, his closed lips still caressing my neck—almost teasing it. I felt his lips part and his mouth open, and first... his tongue danced around my neck—the anticipation was killing me. Before I knew it, I felt his sharp fangs pierce my neck, ripping my flesh—I moaned softly. The pain was sharp and intense but after a while the intensity subsided and it almost felt good, it hurt but was more uncomfortable than anything. He was being gentle and not tearing my throat out or i'd be singing a different tune.

Naturally I tried to move but I couldn't, I was paralyzed, stuck in his strong cold grasp as he encircled me. As he drank my blood, I could hear him moaning, he was enjoying this too much and that made me anxious.

"Stop" I said softly, and of course he didn't listen, there was too much hesitation. "I said stop!" The second time I was louder, and as I started to chant the spell, he quickly stopped feeding and let me out of his grasp.

"Ravishing" Carrington smiled as my fresh blood fell from his mouth. He wiped it but my blood stained his lips.

The other came running over to me.