Blood Moon

15 | Midnight Talks

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{ Song for this chapter: M83 - Wait }

I DONT UNDERSTAND.

I cried and begged for him to end my misery, to kill me, Jesus I even fucking slapped him just to provoke him to do it.

Yet here I am, still alive.

My fingers trail down my neck feeling the spot where he left a single gentle kiss.

He kissed me. . .did that mean he somewhat cared for me?

Wait, does it mean he has feelings for me?

Did his kiss mean something?

Maybe he was trying to get some message across, like he was trying to tell me something?

Oh God, I'm overthinking things!

Of course Jake didn't have feelings for me, zilch.

Newsflash, I'm human and he's a vampire I'm way out of his league. Vampires are predators and we are they're prey.

I'm Jake's prey.

He could never like me. . .sadly, I was just another worthless human blood bag to him.

Maybe-

I jump up from my bed when I hear two knocks at my door, making me loose my train of thought.

I look up towards the clock on the wall realising that it's 2am, what could anybody want at this time in the morning?

I get up from under the duvet making my way to the wooden oak door, when I open it surprisingly Jake is stood there.

Why is he here...at 2 o'clock in the morning?

Too ashamed to look at him I keep my eyes locked to the floor. It was true, I was really ashamed with myself for what I did yesterday.

I felt bad, guilty.

I pressured him to kill me and I didn't realise how selfish that was. I didn't think about how it would have effected him afterwards, it was a lot to ask off someone.

My fingers fiddle with a loose bit of thread at the hem of my shorts in hopes to distract myself from the awkward situation.

He takes one step forward closing the space between us towering over me, my head hangs low as I'm too scared to look up at him. I wasn't fearful of him, I was fearful of what he was going to say.

Taking my chin he lifts my head up allowing our eyes to meet, my breath hitches when he starts to lean in not breaking any eye contact.

"Do you trust me?" He asks, his warm breath fans my lips making them tingle.

What?

I stand there eyeing him questionably, what did he mean? Why did he feel the need to ask me this? It was a random question but an intriguing one, I was curious.

"Yes." I answer timidly.

I felt like I was ready to trust him, as crazy as it sounds.
Coming to think about it he has always been there when I've needed him. Somehow he always shows up when I've been in dangerous situations, for all of them...even though we aren't exactly on the best of terms.

Out of the corner of my eye I see his arm moving upwards nearing my face, in his hand is a black scarf which I found quite peculiar.

My eyes were covered up before I could say anything else and I felt him tie a knot at the back of my head, was he blindfolding me?