Bloodline

~ Chapter 2 ~

A/N: Here you go, the second chapter. I hope you all like it and if you did, please vote and let me know what you think. It is all very much appreciated. 

Be great, be good, be kind. Chloe <3

The sun was slowly showing above the horizon when Gideon heard the girl on the bed stir. He hid in the shadow of the corner, contemplating if he should wait for her to come around or disappear before she had the chance to see him. He wanted to stay, but he still remembered how angry she was that day. And he wasn't sure what her reaction would be.

"Ugh, what happened?" her hand clasped her head as soon as her eyes fluttered open, a headache pounding painfully through her skull. She was slow to sit up on the bed but she noticed him in the shadow almost immediately. He stilled in place, unmoving like a statue, waiting for her reaction as her vision adjusted some more. "Gideon?" It was hard for her not to recognize him. It seemed like so long ago that she has last seen him, but she couldn't forget those handsome, almost too perfect to be true features. Especially those eyes.

She watched as he removed himself from the concealment of the shadow, the morning light adorning his face. He looked just the same, she thought, though his hair was a little longer – but how could he not, he was a vampire after all.

"Mia." He wasn't obvious of her heartbeat accelerating and the subtle move of her body. Even though angry, she still feared him. "How are you feeling?"

She didn't respond for a few long seconds, trying to come up with a thing to say. She recalled last night, but after she got outside she couldn't remember what happened.

"What are you doing here?" she finally muttered, her words barely a whisper.

"You do not remember what happened last night at all?" his brows furrowed in concern, his feet moving to their own accord, taking him closer to her.

"No."

"You were attacked, and then you dropped out cold. I do believe you were drugged."

"As in rape drug?" her voice raised a few octaves as dread filled her body.

"You weren't..." he looked down, the word burning on his tongue, "I intervened before anything happened." She gasped loudly, as a thought stuck in her mind. But she quickly shook it off – he wouldn't do that. She hoped. "I brought you home and waited for you to sleep, to make sure everything was okay," he continued. She nodded, slowly peeling the covers from herself, still clad in the dress she was wearing last night. Mia released a sigh she didn't know she was holding as she realized that her attire was intact. And though he was gentleman enough to spare her the embarrassment of changing her, she was still very aware of him. Of what he was, to be precise.

"Gideon..." her tone was enough for him to understand that she was uncomfortable with him in her room.

"I know. I'll better get going. Be safe." He offered a small smile as he walked over to the balcony door.

"Thank you."

Mia didn't have time to register when the man disappeared from the spot on the balcony, her breath hitching just for a moment in her throat as the air around her shifted. She couldn't deny the fact that it fascinated her just as much as it scared her. And she wasn't the one to shy away from researching as much as she could on him – his kind, specifically. But now she could easily remove one thing from her list of weaknesses – they weren't afraid of the sun.

At first she couldn't wrap her head around about what she found out, but as days passed and turned into weeks and months, she finally found the strength to calm herself and accept the fact. And with acceptance came the want of knowing more. She wanted to know everything there was so she could be prepared; Gideon did know where she lived and she didn't know what she could expect from him.

Gideon knew she has spent several nights researching about the kinds like him, and in one way he was glad that she could pull herself together and accept what he was, but on the other hand the more she found out the more she would be aware of him. And he didn't want that, because that way it would be harder for him to stay close - he knew that getting involved wasn't the wisest idea of his but he couldn't ignore the pull he felt towards her; he had an inkling as to what it could be, but he chose not to accept it – because it meant that he could rise the attention to her, and he didn't know who he would have to deal with in case something happened.

But little did the both of them know that their conversation wasn't private. An attentive ear was close by to hear everything that they had to say to each other. And the man's attention spiked.