Bound

More Than A Meal | Eva

I opened the door to Hale's office, but never stepped in. Gaze lowered to the floor, I stood lost in my own thoughts with just a bit of fear striking me that he'd know about what happened.

"Are you going to stand there all day?" He asked.

I looked up to speak, my lips parting but nothing left me. I felt weird, distant from myself and from everything as I tried to figure out what the hell was wrong with me.

"Cat got your tongue?" He asked as he stood from his chair.

"I-"

"Cause it sure as hell didn't when you spoke to Yvette."

He offered me a narrow eyed stare

I inhaled a deep breath trying to come up with an explanation, but my mind went blank, my tongue in knots.

"I knew you could be viscous," He said with an oddly amused smile. "But I never thought you could be venomous."

I sighed.

"Well, I wasn't trying to hurt her feelings but-."

"Hurt her feeling?!" He broke into a laugh. "You scared her half to death, and to think you were barely even above a meals worth when you first came here."

I crossed my hands over my chest, teeth clenched. Nothing was amusing about the fact that I just went off the rail on Yvette, but to him, it seemed like this was the best thing I had done since being here.

"Why the frustration?" He asked, smiling still.

"This isn't funny-."

"Quite the oppisite it the best thing I've witnessed in quite a while."

"Witnessed?!" I asked

"I can move quite fast and pretty quietly, in case you haven't noticed."

I shook my head.

"You know what, I'm done for today. I-...I  can't with you vampires and your sick ass sense of humor."

I threw my arms down to my side and turned away, but before I could take that first step out, he bolted in front of me. I froze, arms by my side staring unamused with his gimmicks.

"You, my dear Evamarie are not done."

"Says who?"

"Says that man that bought you."

I rolled my eyes hard but broke into a smile of my own.

"What are you gonna do? Take me back to the slaughter house cause guess who dies with me?"

His face fell into a neutral look. It was neither threatening nor friendly, and in the moment where I wanted to know what he was thinking most, there was nothing but an eerie silence.

My smile also fell.

"Move." I demanded.

He leaned down, and in my ear, he whispered.

"Make me."

He stood up tall, staring down at me as we came to a stand off. Our power struggle had become evenly matched, and the longer I stood there the less I felt like I belonged to him or anyone. As he said, I was once only worth a meal, but today, was when the realization hit.

I was worth his life.

Never would I ever try my luck with a Lord as much as I did Hale, but whether from pure boldness or the woman from earlier coming out, I decided that he was going to move.

I took a hand and placed it on his chest covered in a thin white shirt. French tipped nails dug into the cloth, and with little to no pressure on the skin, I dragged them painfully slow down to his stomach, just above his belt.

Before I could even let loose another word, his back was against the wall across the hallway, a hand held over his chest. I stood in the door frame, for once being the one to wear the smirk.

"I see you moved."

He stared down the hallway, his body tense and his eyes closed for the moment. He opened them, still refusing to look at me.

"Go-."

"I thought I wasn't allowed to leave."

His head turned to offer me a bloodred glare. He blinked and they became their light hazel once more.

"Evamarie, for own sake. Leave."

I shrugged. "I dont think I will."

"Why are you so goddamned rebellious?"

"What did you say you want? Perfect imperfection, whatever the hell that means. Well you have it. I'm not leaving, because I know you want to escape your urges, not me."

He shook his head and turned his gaze back down the hallway.

"Maybe you're right about something for once...downstairs 30 minutes and wear something professional."

He started down the hallway.

"Something professional? Where are we go-."

"30 minutes, Eva"

I blinked trying to shoo away thoughts of what happened the last time he made me go somewhere with him. The tremble in me, the heaviness on my shoulders. I tried to ignore it, but something gave me a bad feeling about going anywhere with him. Or near him at the moment.

Having no other option, I went for my room and my closet.

Most of my clothes were white. As to why, I didn't know unless Hale has some reason for a dress code. It was the purest color, but maybe they were a bad omen. Maybe my lack of purity is why I hated the color but somehow still loved it.

In white you could never hide blood stains. It always showed the truth, the real you.

In white you either look pure or wicked, and I appeared to be both.

Because the problem was, in white, you could hide nothing.