Falling For A Follower

Chapter 7

I wait in the kitchen until I hear the stranger call to me, I reach for my glass to take a swig but I had already finished it. I abandon my glass and walk into the living room, the curtains had been drawn, shielding us from the rising sun. The stranger was sat on the sofa amongst my crumpled plans, he held a sheet of withered paper in his hands. Instantly, I recognised the paper, I lunge for the paper as quick as I can but he was quicker. Within the blink of an eye, I was trapped beneath him as he held both of my hands above my head with one of his. He doesn't take his eyes off the paper, "So you really were trying to get information out of me tonight" he mumbles, I struggle against his force as I try to set myself free from his demon like strength. He hadn't removed his mask, but I could see his smirk hiding underneath it, "It doesn't work like that you know, I am not easy to break" he laughs slightly. Frustrated, I put a large portion of my strength into pushing him off of me and into my previous position on the floor. Encasing his hips between my knees and holding his gloved hands hostage above his head. "It's not like that" I snarl, avoiding the glare of his chilling eyes in fear that I might freeze. He titters in disbelief, "I mean it, I just wanted to know more about you seeing as you've apparently been around all this time" I mutter. He sighs, his chest falling "there's no 'apparently' about it. I have been there since you were a baby" he says as he continues to stare up at me. I release his hands and get to my feet, leaving him where he is, my head felt like it was too heavy for my body. I avoid making contact with his eyes, "I'm going to bed, help yourself to whatever you want" I say as I tread towards the stairs, picking up the pace as I go up. 

I shut myself in my room and slide my back down the length of the door, I rest my head in my knees. Too many thoughts tortured my mind, it felt too much. My world has been turned upside down these past few weeks, from losing my best friend to my own hand, to this complete stranger claiming to have served as my father's personal servant. I gently hit my head and fall to the side, laying on the cold floor. My mind continues to spin as my eyes close. 

I awaken to a warm feeling on my forehead, strong hands resting on my shoulders. Heat rushes to my cheeks as I use my sleep drugged mind to begin to piece together what was happening. I open my eyes slightly, the stranger was unmasked, leaning over me with his lips feathering a gentle kiss on my aching head. My body stiffens against his touch, my body didn't feel mine, I lost all control as if my internal wires had been severed. His eyes meet mine, he speaks no words, nor does he show any signs of regret as he leans closer. His smooth lips press a delicate kiss against mine, I didn't push him away, I didn't protest. I gave in to the feeling of euphoria as my eyes close, his gentle hand finds it's way to the back of my neck. The feeling of his skin sent shivers down my spine, pushing my body closer to his. My shaking hands find themselves clutching the front of the stranger's shirt in a tight grasp. A sharp, needle like feeling pierces my lip causing a warm liquid to pool. The stranger leans back and lightly runs his thumb over my lip, looking me in the eyes before running his tongue over the warm blood staining my lips. A jolt of electricity swelled inside my chest, sending my heart hammering against my ribs so hard I thought they might break. An embarrassing whine escapes my lips as he lets go, I regain control of my body. My hands fly up to my face, covering my lips, cloaking my protruding fangs from the stranger's sight. He pulls my hands away with care and holds his wrist close to my lips. I felt like I was melting from the heat radiating between us, his eyes refuse to leave mine "do it" he whispers. With those words spoken, my mouth dries, leaving my thirst unbearable. My lips part, displaying my fangs for the stranger's eyes. The sharp points pierce his smooth skin, blood danced over my tongue, tasting sweeter than anything I had ever experienced. My mind goes blank as his heat passes onto me. Realisation hits me and I try to force myself to stop, I begin to pull away and he flinches, allowing me to stop. His wrist was left pierced, blood flowed slowly along his arm. He runs a finger along his arm, collecting blood as he went. His eyes hadn't left mine during this time, they remained on mine as he ran his finger along my lips, parting them slightly. His blood stained finger brushes against my tongue, the last taste of 'honey' entered my body. He pulls away and sits at the edge of my bed with his back to me, I was lost for words. My chest throbbed, heart still threatening to break my rib cage. "now I really can't let you go" he stammers quietly "I've been close to letting go for years, thinking you didn't need me anymore. Something always brought me back to you and I don't know what it is. Just forget about this" he gets up and leaves. All I could do was stare at the door, forget? I laughs to myself slightly "how am I supposed to forget the moment my lips got stolen by you? how I stole blood from you? I don't think I can do it". I fall asleep with a sharp feeling in my head.