Bitten

Chapter Thirteen

           This day felt like it was going on forever, and I think if it wasn't for Joe and Averys company I might have lost my mind. That is until someone unexpected walks into the diner.
          He walks over to me and says, "Hey, can we talk?" I narrow my eyes at him, "I'll see if I can take my break now." I turn to Carly and she nods, "Go ahead it's been 6 hours you're due for a break anyways."
         I nod a thanks to her and head over to sit across from him.
         "Listen Layla, I am really sorry for judging you to quickly."
          Nathan sighs heavily.
          "It was a sensitive topic, I think I was just upset I had to talk about it. But I didn't appreciate how quick you were to drop me in that second."
          He runs his fingers through his hair, "I know but from my point of view one of your ex best friends told me you had a delusion that your boyfriend was a werewolf and attacked him with a knife. Wouldn't you have been a little scared?"
             I laugh a little at that, "Yes, but I think you should have talked to me first."
             "I know, I'm sorry. Can we put this past us and go back to what we were?"
              I raise an eyebrow, "So you thought I was crazy when someone told you a rumor but not when I snapped that girls fingers?"
              "It was actually kind of hot watching you go all terminator on her." I shake my head and laugh.
              "You're something else you know?"
              How do I break it to this guy that I only want to be friends. I don't like the switching up?
              Suddenly he leans across the table, and grabs the back of my neck smashing his lips on mine. I don't kiss back instead I try to pull away. But before I got the chance Nathan is ripped out of his seat by his shirt. I gasp standing up quickly.
              "She is taken." He growls at him lowly.
              I tug at Damiens arms, "Damien put him down! Stop that!"
              "She never said she was taken." Nathan slaps back.
              He really wasn't in the position to be pissing Damien off. "I'm saying it now. Did you know that you can debowel someone will they are still conscious?"
             Nathan's eyes widen as Damien continues, "Ever even think of touching her again and I will show you."
             "Not in my diner you won't. Put the kid down." Carly orders angrily. Damien drops him, and Nathan turns on his heel running out the door.
            "Damien what the fuck was that?"
            "He should have never touched you."
            I scoff at him, "That's for me to decide not you. You do not own me."
           Without another word he says, "Basement. Now." He turns, and leaves. I follow him angrily. Who does he think he is? He doesn't dictate who kisses me and who does not.
          We get downstairs and he slams me up against the wall. His hands slide up and down my body but they stop at my breasts. He grips them with strong hands and says, "This.... is mine. I don't care what you think or feel you don't get a say in the matter. And if I ever see another man or woman lay their hands on what belongs to me again I won't be so nice about it." He grabs my chin strongly, and I feel flush against him. My body was on a high from being touched in a way I had never had before.
        "You got that?"
             "Yes."
        "Say my name Princess."
             "Yes Damien."
         "Good girl."
              He steps back and then his demeanor changes back to cold. "Let's start training. Today we're going to work on your stamina. I want 100 push ups right now."
              I laugh at his joke, "Yeah okay, now what are we really doing."
              "It's not a joke. You run out of breath in a fight and that's the end, game over. Now down, if you even think about stopping it'll only get worse."
              I glare at him, "I can't even do 20 without feeling like I'm going to lose a lung."
              "Don't worry I'll change that." 
               Great.
                Ripping my apron off I start doing the most pathetic attempt of a push-up ever.
     ———
                I do my last jump squat and fall to the ground in exhaustion.
                 Damien looms over me and says, "Get up we're not done."
                 As I try to get my lunges to stop burning I say, "Are you.... Punishing me for something?"
                 He crosses his arms over his chest, "Did you do something to be punished for?"
                 Rolling my eyes I reply, "No but somewhere in your twisted head you must think I did."
                 He says, "You should have never let that boy kiss you."
                 I sit up dramatically and say, "I can do whatever I please Damien."
                  "100 more push ups." I roll my eyes at him again, "No we're going to talk about this. I'm not your girlfriend Damien, I'm not your wife, you don't have a claim over me."
                  His glare was harsh, "What don't you understand about you being mine, did you forget? Or do I need to touch your body for you to remember?"
             "What makes you think I'm yours?"
             "You've been mine for centuries Layla."
              I scoff at him and say, "I've only been alive for 18 years Damien, you might want to go back to school."
                That's when I decide to have some fun with this, he wants to punish me, I'll punish him.
                 "Matter of fact I think I will call up Nathan. I heard good boys hit different, I bet he'll fuck me really really good-" He cuts me off quickly by smashing his lips onto mine. It wasn't like my kiss with Nathan, we didn't have to fight over dominance, I was instinctively submissive to him.
           It felt like fireworks were crashing through my body in waves. Our hands rapidly explore each others bodies.
           He then suddenly bites my lip, and I moan in approval. That's when he pulls apart and we both try to catch our breath.
           "If you make a sound like that ever again I won't be responsible for what I do next," He states huskily. My heart pounds in response to his words. How does he have this much effect on me?
           I then say, "I um... I should go." He steps closer with a smirk on his face, "Do I make you nervous Layla?" I gulp and he seems to take that as my answer.
           "Good." He replies, and then turns quickly on his heel heading upstairs.
            I miss his kiss already, I almost crave his touch. My thoughts were interrupted when my phone pings three times.
          
           MY HOUSE
           911
            SOS
      After reading Kades text I sigh it has to be serious or else he wouldn't even bother texting me.
        That's when I remember the promise I made, "No matter how mad we are at eachother when we get the SOS we need to be there."
         With one last sigh I turn on my heel and quickly run upstairs. "Carly there's an emergency I'll be back."
         "What kind of an emergency?" She replies with a worried look.
         "I don't know but it is serious."
          She reaches down into her boot and pulls out a long knife, "Take this, it's laced with wolfsbane. It's like kryptonite for werewolves. Text me if you need some huntress back up." I nod at her, and shove it in my boot before high tailing it out of the diner.
    ———
             I arrive at Kades, and thanks to Damien I assess the situation. The door was open and there was a bloody hand print on it. This is not good. I shouldn't go through that door it's probably a trap.
           I pull out my phone and send a quick text to Damien,

          Im at Kades house, he sent an SOS, there's blood on the door. This could get really bad, if you want to come bail me out that would be great.