His Possession

Chapter Fifty-Five:

EMILY'S POINT OF VIEW:

My eyes slowly cracked open, and I glanced around the room. Sadly, I was still in here. I was hoping that I would wake up back in Luca's bed, all cuddled up and warm. But of course, I wasn't. I needed to make it through today before I even thought about stuff like that. I knew what Damon was planning, and I didn't want to be part of it. I had no choice though, I needed to be there. If I wasn't, I couldn't guarantee Luca's protection. Sure, I wasn't able to do much physically, but maybe I was able to talk to the both of them.

Whenever those two were together; they acted like power hungry children. Maybe I could cool the situation down if it got too hot.

I wiped my eyes groggily and shifted up against the mattress, noticing another bowl of soup and a water bottle beside it. I laughed to myself and kicked out my foot, knocking the contents onto the floor and scoffing. I wasn't about to eat anything Damon gave me. I didn't trust anything he gave to me anymore, nor did I want him near me.

I struggled to my feet, inhaling sharply when my chest throbbed in pain. I moved my hand up and over my chest, placing it against the throbbing skin and rubbing it softly.

I sighed and walked over to the rusty sink; beginning to refresh my face with some cool water. I swallowed some of the off colour water, not trusting the water bottle that was left for me. I would rather drink from this foul tap than drink that bottle.

I stepped back and wiped my face with my shirt, feeling the tweezers suddenly prick at my leg when I bent down. Fuck! I forgot about those. I thought and pulled them out, examining them slowly and stuffing them back into my pocket. They were sharp; sharp enough to cause some serious damage if I hit in the right place. I wasn't going to make the same mistake, I was going to aim for the neck this time.

"Good morning, Principessa." I heard Damon suddenly say from the door. I had been so deep in my thoughts that I didn't even realize he had came in. I barely even heard the door creak. I needed to be more careful.

I turned on my heels to look at him, noticing three distinct red lines where I had dug my nails in his skin yesterday. Damon must've noticed my staring because he spoke up again, "You did a number on me last night, you're lucky I didn't kill you." He said with a breath and I brought my attention back up to his bright eyes.

"And you're lucky I didn't rip your tiny dick off." I retorted, placing my hands over my chest and giving him a dirty look.

Damon laughed, "Always so defiant. I'm going to miss you; I really am." He rubbed his cheek gingerly, and then moved towards me. I held my ground, keeping my eyes locked onto his, proving that I wasn't going to be afraid of him. "Maybe I won't kill you. Maybe I'll just kill Luca and make you watch." He grinned evilly and stepped closer to me, causing me to flinch slightly but not move.

"Or maybe I will kill you, instead." I watched as his grin faltered, and he stiffened.

His hand raised up to my cheek, pinching it tightly. "Don't provoke me." He let go of my cheek and stepped away from me, providing me with some space. "We're leaving in thirty, I want you upstairs. I can't afford to lose ahold of you now." He smiled and grabbed onto my bicep, beginning to drag me out of the damp room.

"You don't have to drag me, my feet work fine." I said, but did they really? They still hurt very badly, and I did have some troubles walking quickly.

"Want me to change that?" Damon shot me a look as he made his way up the stairs. "Because I can..." He paused for a moment on the stairs, causing me to shake my head and urge him on. He laughed to himself and cocked a brow, turning back around and pulling me quickly up the stairs.