"Come here, kitten." The nickname he used on me always got to me, his piercing blue eyes stared into my own. They were lust blown and full of desire... desire for me. The fact he desired me sent my arousal through the the roof. I followed his order...
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Klaire's POV:
The blood bottle rolled towards Jasper and he greedily picked it up and began to drink from it like a man who hadn't eaten in weeks. I shake my head at him, he wasn't getting any better; it was worse if anything.
He looked at me as he drank the blood down to try and help the constant burning feeling of the vervain in his system. It was the only way to keep him here, or otherwise he'd be gone and everyone would be dead.
He woke up as soon as the vervain chains were enclosed around his body, shouting at Zoe and I that he was going to kill us both when he got loose. Zoe stabbed him with a needle with vervain and he was quiet after that. He'd been trapped in here for three days and we weren't getting anywhere.
I told Zoe that I was going to sit with him today and just watch him, maybe even bring up his past. He shuffled on the dirt floor and threw the now empty bottle at my feet. We were in the cell that I was in a month ago, him sitting against the wall I wouldn't leave and me sitting beside the door on the opposite side of the cell in case he managed to attack me and I had to get out quickly.
"You really think I'm going to change for you?" He said quietly, I looked at him but never replied. I knew he would deep down. He laughed then, humourlessly, "you're really pathetic if you think that."
I look away and at the floor, I was going to ignore him and let him dig a deeper hole for himself. I knew that I could mention what I knew about him at any time and force him to feel but I would feel bad that he had to feel those emotions. I knew it was the only way, but I hated seeing him sad over something he had no control over.
He had dark circles under his eyes and his skin was paler than usual, his lips had no colour, and he seemed genuinely weak.
"If Xavier couldn't save me, what's to say you can? Hm?" He kept asking. I knew he was trying to get into my head and make me feel sorry for myself, but I wouldn't have any of it. He was trying to make me think that there was no hope for him, but I knew there was, he showed emotions when he saw the necklace. I was determined to make him feel again.
I heard a cracking sound then and my head snapped towards his and saw that he had hit his head on the brick walls behind him. He chuckled and did it once more and I furrowed my eyebrows, "stop it."
He looks at me then, "or what?" Then he did it again. I glare at him and he did it again and I groan and make my way to him and straddle his waist and hold his head between my hand so he'd stop. He looked at me, no emotion on his face. "Don't like me hurting myself?" He chuckled.
I slapped him across the face then, feeling shocked that I did that and stood up. "I don't care that you hurt yourself, I don't like you being a fuckwit." He looked at me and gave me a sly smile and I sighed and turned around before leaving the cell, locking it behind me so he couldn't get out.
