Eat Me Up

Chapter 8

While holding eye contact and daring him to speak one more word. I still came back to how he made me feel when his lips touched every inch of my skin. My body started craving those feelings and I couldn't help but wonder if he did too.

I shouldn't be feeling like this but somehow I do? I don't understand any of this but these thoughts need to be put away before I start digging my own grave: without James help.

His face and eyes are just too captivating and beautiful that I can't help the tingles that start gathering. Why did God make him so damn hot? No wait... he isn't one of Gods creation? He is... a vampire.. A bloodsucking killer.

"I like to see you try, princess" he says with a sexy smile. Still putting me on edge by how he still makes my insides warm but it's mix with fear.

"I can't help imagining how much awesomer the world would be if your dad had just pulled out" I say but I regret them as they come. The words just flew out all at once.

Elliot told me how their father left them to die when the village found out their existence and how he turned on them to save his own ass. Few years after that he tried to put together a group of five to track them down, which I don't know why exactly? Their father was obsessed on power, he craved for it more than blood, believe me or not.

A witch told him that offering his sons as I sacrifice would somehow give him the best source of power and by that, will he be the most feared man in the vampire community or as they called themselves: Sanguinity

To this day they haven't heard from him. He always told me how dangerous he was. Just thinking about it give me chills.

"One more word and the chains back up" he says with a demanding voice. Eager to put me in place.

"Last time didn't go that well? Did it, Will" I say with a michevious smirk.

But it fade as soon it come when he jump on top of me? He move one hand to touch the skin inside my shirt, dragging it slowly up to my other body parts. While I let out a small gasp of shock.

I react impulsive now that there aren't any chains on me, I take his hand and push him away from me, before he could go all the way in, but doing so the IV moved. The pain from my elbow sting but I didn't me as much. What I needed was to leave.

Removing the IV from my arm, I removed myself from the bed and stepped further back. I am more in control. Now that there aren't drugs in my system and decide not to run since, I won't get a chance on succeeding.

"Don't touch me again. Do you hear me!" I say with a shaking breath. Why do he still think that he owns me and can do whatever he pleases. I'm not a object even if he thinks that.

He slides of the bed and walks toward me with a cold expression on his face and I tense more with each step.

"When are you gonna get it into your thick skull that you have no control over me. Giving me demands only makes this worse for you" he growls while his steps only get faster by every word and the next I know is him towering over me.

"I rather die than submit to you" I say looking up.

How could I say or think about something as that? Am I this miserable and lost that I can't even appreciate my own life. No matter how hard life is, would I never ask to die. That's not who I am.

"Well that's something we can agree on. Maybe you as a corpse are what the world needs" he says and even behind the anger, I tend to think that he actually mean it. Did my rejection really make him wish that or is he just as I imagine him to be: a cruel vischeous monster.