Bound

Less Human | Hale

Where does she get off on that? Putting her hands anywhere on me. Normally, I'd be uninsterested, unfaze, but her touch triggered every nerve ending in my body. She was a few moves away from having me wrapped around her dainty, fragile, little finger and she knows it.

Or does she?

I walked at a normal pace down the stairs and turned a corner to take a seat in the library. I needed to be away from her. I need to be anywhere that I didn't have to see her face, or smell her scent, and especially where she could have no contact with me. But unfortunetly I'd soon be in a vehicle with her. The same one we'd been in right after this all began.

An image crossed my mind of when she first grabbed me right before I...

She was furious. She tried to hit me, she threatend to kill herself just so she could kill me, and if thats not true hatred I don't know what is. But she didnt hate me. She didn't like me, but hate was maybe a strong word to use.

She had every reason to hate me, so why doesn't she just kill me. She isn't afraid of death and yes she might feel some form of physical weakness and pain should I die but she could do it. And live.

A few words of hers from earlier crossed my mind.

"a species that has no sense of empathy."

She wasn't a vampire, but somehow she seemed less human. Just the thought of what she could do with my kind of power and enough venom in her, was enough to make me feel the reimagined quickening of my heart beat.

"Hale?"

I jolted to look at her as she stood on the bottom step. She dressed head to toe in an all white pants suite. Had it not been for the white of her clothes contrasting with the tinge of color in her face, she might not have passed for human.

"You ok?" She asked, taking her last step down. "You look...scared."

That heartbeat quickened even more in my chest.

"I um-... Shall we go."

She nodded and came to stand by my side.

I looked up at her, not yet standing but contemplating what was wrong with me. My stomach turned in knots as I held a breath I didnt even need. I knew she could feel the unbridled fear coursing through me with the way her eyes widend in concerned. I looked down and away from her as I saw they were dark without a single glimmer of light.

She reached and carressed my cheek with her hand, that felt not warm but cool pressed against my feverish body. Or at least I hope it was me. I hope it was me and that her skin didnt really feel that damn cold.

"Danti?" She said softly. Or at least that's what I heard. She cupped my face in her hands and I turned to meet her eyes.

"What's wrong?...Hale?!" I blinked clearing my vision and the image of her red eyes staring back at me.

"I'm fine," I said. She drew her blistering warm hands away.

"No, you're not. What's wr-...?"

She placed her hand onto my chest, and before she could fully rest it there, my hand went to her throat. I threw her back with what barely felt like any force, but before I realized what I was doing, the glass coffee table shattered beneath her.