I woke up, my head feeling like lead and my thoughts clouded up in dense patches of fog. I had one image in my mind. Witt's eyes. He was gazing at me intently and my soul was /burning/. I blinked. The image returned to the midst of the fog. "Wh-what happened?" I said drowsily. I felt like I had been asleep for a long time.
Witt stared at me. "What?"
"That's my question," I said crossly.
"Um, well.... wait, you don't remember a thing?" he said, looking completely confused.
"Depends on what you mean by a thing. I remember your eyes but nothing else. Nada. Rien. My mind is as blank as the sky when there are no clouds. Care to inform me what you ... Oh my gosh! Did you hypnotise me?!"
I sat up, wide awake.
"Um.... only slightly," Witt said, looking worried. "I didn't mean to and I did try to stop it but you kept saying you wanted me to control you and be my slave. I thought it best if you slept."
"I what?!" I yelled.
"Yeah, it was a bit worrying," Witt said, tilting his head and frowning.
"A bit? Understatement of the century! What was I doing asking to be your slave?!"
"Technically you didn't ask," he said. He took my hand and pulled me towards him.
"What did I do?" I asked, pulling away from his grasp and moving backwards.
"You wanted me to take your will, you tried to undress me and it was like you were on a drug." He tried to take my hand and pull me to him again. I didn't let him. "Please, don't walk away Rose."
"Walk away? Give me one good reason I shouldn't run away. Screaming. What did you do to me?"
"I didn't do anything that should have caused that. I just made you calm down. You were getting angry. Also, you can't run away 'cause this is your house. If you want to punish me, stab me with a pencil or something."
"I will do that," I said. I jumped up and ran to grab a pencil off my desk. I took aim and threw it at Witt like a dart. "That's for hypnotising me at all." I threw a second. "That's for not putting me to sleep earlier - I can tell a lot of time has passed." I threw a third and final one. "And that's for being my soul mate."
Each hit him in his arm and he flinched with each one. "I didn't realise you were under hypnosis till you started saying all those things and I tried to wake you up." Witt groaned as he began to pull the pencils out of his arm. I felt no sympathy for him at all. Stupid vampire.
"You liar, I bet you loved it."
"You think I'd want to control you? Rose, I'd never take away your free will: I can't," he said, his eyes filled with pain. His words were totally genuine - I could feel it through the soul bond.
I sat down heavily. And thought for a long time. Eventually, I looked up at him and said "Sorry." I sighed deeply and walked over to him. I kissed each of the stab wounds before kissing Witt on the lips. "I'm truly sorry."
Witt smiled wryly and handed me a pencil. I frowned at it. "It's so if you get mad again 'cause, um, I also drank from you."
I shoved him, hard. "You jerk," I muttered. "I was about to forgive you as well."
I climbed on top of him, my knees on his chest. At this moment, I couldn't care less if I crushed his ribcage. "You have no right to drink my blood, or use your mind powers on me. I'm not some doll, or toy. Now you have to prove I can trust you or I'm walking right out of this house, and you know what that means, mister."
"You walk out on me..... but can you really do that Rose? And I'd like to point out that I thought you gave me permission."
"Of course I can walk out on you," I said stubbornly. "And now you know - I'd never give you permission. Clear?"
"Clear," Witt said, swallowing hard. "I was really thirsty though. What would you rather have me do, leave you unprotected and go and feed off some girl, or feed off you and keep you safe?"
"I would rather you didn't drink off me. And now I feel the need to see if you can resist temptation. Or am I just feeling cruel?" I poked a finger in his mouth and delicately caressed one of his fangs.
Witt moaned but didn't bite which showed me slight trust. In his eyes though, there was pure pain and guilt.
I pushed my finger more firmly against the tooth, though not making it bleed.
Witt suddenly rolled me over and was pinning me by my wrists to the bed.
"Enough" he snapped.
There was something chillingly thrilling about our position. I shivered and gazed up into coal black eyes which seemed unnaturally cold. "Maybe you should torture me," I whispered.
Witt was suddenly sitting up at the end of the bed. "No, Rose. You don't want that."
I sat up. "Well, technically, I never said anything about that," I pointed out.
"You said maybe I should torture you. You don't want that so I won't do it." He looked frightened.
"I think you know what I mean by torture, Witt," I said, disappointed. "I think you know that torture is really just another word for pleasure."
"I'm not doing it when you stabbed me with pencils a moment ago for doing things like that earlier." He shook his head.
I sighed. "Okay, Witt. Whatever you say. Just don't expect me to be so willing at other points in the future." I stood up and stretched lazily. "Do you think Marcus will give me a hug if I ask him nicely?"
"What?" Witt gasped looking shocked. Wow, I was really being nasty this evening. "No, wait, if you swear this is you and you want me to give you pleasure then I will."
I looked at Witt. "Too late." I started walking towards the door.
Witt suddenly had me pinned to the door, which was now closed, a small smile on his lips.
"No, you don't," he whispered trailing his lips up along my neck and then my jaw.
"Witt," I said sympathetically. "You think I'm still interested. Get over yourself." I didn't know what had come over me. I was being utterly horrible. And lying through my teeth. My heart was hammering in my chest, my palms were sweating and the chills were racing each other from the top of my spine to my coccyx.
His fangs nipped my lower lip and he sucked on the cut till it healed. This sent chilling shivers down my spine that made me want to give in to him.
"I said n-no drinking," I stammered as I desperately fought the urge to surrender. And I looked into his darkened eyes and they were thrilling, but they also reminded me of the total opposite expression.
An expression involving ... warm, brown eyes.
"Marcus," I whispered.
"You're not with him any more," Witt said, frowning.
I closed my eyes and felt a tear slide down my cheek. I slumped to the floor. "This is so wrong," I moaned.
Witt stepped away. "You feel wrong with me?" he whispered.
I looked up and confessed "I feel totally right with you. But this relationship..., this bond is wrong. All wrong. It's changing who we are, Witt. And I don't like it."
Witt snarled. "Fine." And then he was gone. Gone from my sight and the room.
I burst into tears. Why? Why?! WHY?!
A plate of food suddenly appeared before me and I looked around, trying to find Witt who I knew put it there.
I didn't see him pushed the plate away. "I'd rather die than know my soulmate hated me," I muttered.
Witt was then kneeling before me, pushing the plate towards me. "Eat," he said sternly.
"No," I said firmly.
Witt growled then pinned me to the door, beginning to kiss me with a passion.
I gave in, but let him know through the soul bond that it was out of despair, that I was trying to make my own life easier and not actually making a decision on what to do.
Suddenly, though, I was eating and Witt was sitting across the room, watching me. "You forced me to do that," he said quietly.
I gulped. "You hypnotised me?" I whispered.
Witt nodded and looked out the window.
A chill ran through me at the thought. "How?" I whispered. "How does it work?"
"Through either eyes or contact," Witt replied simply.
"And I go ... under your power?" I asked, troubled.
"I only use it when necessary" Witt said, looking at me painfully. "Using it on you is painful which is why I have to use contact."
"And bang I go," I continued relentlessly. "No longer my own person, but yours - your slave. You take the puppet strings and you make me dance. And I'm helpless, unable to stop you, because I don't even notice you controlling me." I looked at Witt. "Does it feel good? Is there a feeling of ... satisfaction when someone slips under your spell? Do you like that switch in the subject's mind, as they change from buoyant and vibrant to dull and submissive?" I stood up, having finished my dinner. "Does it make you feel good about yourself?"
Witt looked away. "I can't change who I am, Rose. I've only used it when you've acted stubborn"
"Well, I'm being stubborn now. Why don't you use it? Go ahead and make me call you master."
Witt flinched and looked up at me. "I don't want you to call me master. I-I actually want you to love me, Rose." His words were so genuine, as was the hurt expression on his face. It made me question my view of him. Was he really as bad as I thought?
I shook myself. This vampire had hypnotised me! Tears came to my eyes and I murmured "I want to love you too. But you shouldn't control me. That's not what love is about."
"I didn't want to but.... I couldn't watch you like that," Witt said, pain flashing across his features.
"And what about just now? You couldn't bear to watch me turn away food? What if I hadn't been hungry?"
"You hadn't eaten since last night," Witt said. "I knew you were hungry even though you denied the food."
"You can't just force me to keep myself alive, Witt. Maybe the suffering would have done me some good."
"I don't want you to suffer..." I blinked and Witt was in front of me. He took my hand in both of his and kissed the knuckle. "I.... I love you, Rose. It's hard for me to admit that 'cause all of this is so sudden but I do, Rose. I truly do love you and I don't want you to be in any sort of pain."
I sighed. "I want to tell you the same but ... none of this is easy for me. None of this was ever easy. I ..." I hesitated. "I still love Marcus."
Witt flinched and moved away in pain. "Then I will be outside until your mind has cleared and you have made your choice." He said, his voice heavy and thick with pain.
"Witt, don't be ridiculous," I said. "That could be years; that could be never. I'm not saying I don't want to be with you."
"I still love Flavia, Rose, but at least I don't let it stand in the way anymore," Witt whispered. "I want to be with you, Rose. Do you want to be with me and only me?"
I swallowed hard. By this point, my baffling nastiness seemed to have totally evaporated. I let myself admit I loved him more than I loved Marcus.
"Yes," I murmured. Allowing my soul to do the speaking, I continued "You and I were destined to be together. And I love you so much that I hurt myself when I try to resist our connection. I want you to take me under your wing and look after me and always be there for me, and I want to know that no other guy will ever touch me, will never hold me like you."
Witt frowned but then had me in his arms. "You don't need to promise yourself to me. I must promise myself to you." He leant in and kissed me with such a passion I almost fainted but luckily I held onto consciousness to enjoy the pleasure. I felt his hands moved to my waist as he lay down so I was lying on him.
I chuckled. "Am I being stubborn if I say 'No! I want to promise myself to you."
"No," Witt whispered. "We can promise ourselves to each other."
"I'd like that," I murmured.
Witt smiled, then kissed me once again.