Bloodlines - Book One - COMPLETE

Chapter 11

Things have been weird… it’s only been a couple hours but Desmond has disappeared. I'm sitting on his bed, not sure if I should get up or not. And when a nurse looking person comes in, I get glares, and told I wasn't worthy. But she gently checks my head and gives me new clothes of Desmonds to wear.

No I wasn't, i wasn’t worthy at all. For some reason Desmond saved me. The man that wants me dead, saved me by healing me with his blood.

Still hard to believe. But it worked, im alive. Kinda.

That weird out of body experience messed me up. Felt like a dream, but more, personal?

Shaking my head I kept playing with the hem of my pants, sitting in the middle of Desmond’s bed, waiting for him. I sat there, thinking about his hands on me. His lips running along my neck.

His blood running down my mouth. The energy, the power it gave me. The fire that flowed threw me...i can still feel it. I can feel the power of his whole being flow threw me. It feels like his arms are still around me.

I loved the feeling. And I felt disgusted in myself for loving it.

The door open and I sit up, and fixed my nappy hair to see Desmond walking thru the door with a box.

I go to speak and he drops the box at my feet. "How are you feeling," he asked coldly, not looking at me and starts walking toward his closet.

"I feel...great, better than ever actually." I say and pull on one of my curls looking down at my feet again. "Am...i allowed to ask a few questions…"

He stops and turns toward me, "Depends on what it is."

"I fell right…?"

"Yes… You did, and you were out for several days. The on site nurses said you should wake up. But you wouldn't. So I did what I assumed would help. And it did. Anything else?"

"What were you...doing to Lorna…" slowly I look over to my capture and he was looking at me from over his shoulder. His eyebrows furrowed, red eyes soft but hard at the same time.

"You know what I was doing, little kitten. I was feeding."

"Feeding? You...eat people?" His eyebrows rose and he turns to me.

"No not exactly. I took her blood."

My heart tighten and a chill went down my spine. I felt strange emotion. It was like a mix of fear… and jealousy. Jealous of what? Of him not feeding from me? Killing me? His arms around Lorna?

"Doesn't… that hurt? Are you killing her…?"

He chuckles and sits at the far corner of his bed. "Did it look like it hurt? And no, my clan and I don't partake in killing our prey. I don't allow it."

"You don't partake? Does that mean there's more… or people who do?"

"We are not people, little kitten." He says. My eyes met him again. Desmond's face was soft and he looks sad for saying that. He takes in a deep breath and pats the box. "I need you to get showered and dressed for this evening. I have Royal Line Hathor arriving with her Guardian Stephen Lemment. All pets and clan members must show up."

"We all meet at the gates and they walk us the ballroom where we will dance. It's a courtesy we do to show our gratitude toward our ancestors."

"What do you mean?"

"You will learn throughout the night. I just need you to be quiet. And a good little kitten ok?"

He pats the box and gets up. "Start getting ready." And he was gone.

Doing as he wished I jumped into the shower. Taking a long hot shower, felt odd. I could feel every drop of water. I could feel every strand of my curly hair fall flat against my back. I could feel the steam roll across my skin.

I could feel everything. And it was overwhelming how sensitive I became.

Running my hands along my skin with soap I felt every grove of my fingers, every bump.

I sighed and tried not to feel distracted I hurried and wrapped the extremely fluffy towel around my body.

Walking over to the box I slowly open it. And a pair of shiny black pumps sat on top of a solid black dress at the bottom of the box. A pair of garter tights, a black lacy bra and thong.

Getting dressed I stand in front of the full length mirror.

The bra pushed up my great making them look full and round and flattering. The lacy was barely sticking out of the low cut of the dress. The dress hugged my body beautifully and fell down to my ankles. The dresses sides are split revealing a whole lot of leg and when I move the side of my butt.

And of course my Mark on my right side.

But all in all, I felt beautiful and looked great.

Desmond comes back in and he is in a full suit and tie. He stares at me, face unmoved. He steps over and walks up behind me and puts his fingers in my hair.

Chills dance down my spine and my head l
falls back into his hands. I found his touch made my boo l body hum, even though his hands were just in my hair.

"They like it when our pets hair is up." He whispers and starts gathering my hair up. "It makes them happy seeing all the exposed skin." He leans forward and inhales, nose in my hair. Pulling away in a sigh and he takes a clip and puts my hair up elegantly in a messy up do.

Pulling his hands away I sat up and looked at him threw the mirror. He puts another collar around my neck but this one is leather with some thin metal chains hanging from it.

"Stay by my side and keep your head down, little kitten. This bloodline, aren't as nice and forgiving as mine."