My head is spinning. Not only has Terry turned Number 2, but he brought back another girl. I don't even know where to begin with this one. It'd hurt when Number 2 had turned. I'm the one he loves, but he turned her. I try not to let the jealousy show, but I can't help but glare a little whenever I look at her.
Hurt isn't really the right word - it's not powerful enough to describe what I feel, but I can't think of a better one yet. Did he really need more of us here?
I was kind of relieved when Number 2 - or should I call her Delia now? - brought back a guy. Though it hammered home exactly what Terry had done to her when it should have been me, it's nice to have some fresh eye-candy around. I love Terry, but I don't see him as often as I'd like.
"You're killing her?" Numb- Delia's shocked voice rang across the warehouse and I looked up, surprised. I watched through the little gap and saw Terry drinking from Number 1 like there was no tomorrow. Was he done playing with her now? A shiver of excitement and fear tickled my spine as Terry shouted his reply, "She is no longer useful to me!" I propped myself up, watching with a sort of sick fascination as he tried to go back to draining her. But then Number 2 fucking ruined it. She pulled Terry off her and struck out, sending him flying. As she carried Number 1 over to her sofa, I pushed myself up and skittered over to where Terry was struggling up, groaning quietly.
"Are you okay?" I ask, worried, as I hover nearby. I offer him a hand to help him up, but he slaps it away and I recoil, stung. He wipes Number 1's blood from his face and turns to face me. His sapphire eyes flash, something in them colder than ice, burning with fury. He backs me up against a wall and puts a hand over my racing heart. Though the look on his face terrifies me, I still trust him completely. After all, it was Number 1's heart he was playing with, not mine. He still loves me, and I still love him.
In that moment, I realise he's about to take his anger out on me. My stomach twists and part of my brain is telling me to get the fuck out of there, but I stay. I stay there and, for Terry, I tilt my head slowly to the side, and close my eyes.
The pain as he sinks his teeth into me at an impossible speed is somewhere between wordlessly beautiful and indescribably terrible. He brings his teeth out and attacks me again, repeatedly puncturing my neck on those gorgeous canines. I whimper, biting back the cries of pain as he shows no sign of stopping.
Eventually, he finishes, licking my wounds tenderly. I take a sharp breath as I feel my skin heal over. But the pain remains.
"I'm sorry, Number 3," he murmurs, kissing me softly. I kiss back, unable to speak. He takes me over to the chair and sits down, pulling me onto his lap. Despite my height, I manage to curl up there, my arms around his waist. I feel much like a frightened child searching for comfort like this, but I don't care. I'm close to Terry and that's all that matters. I hum quietly as he plays with my hair, soothing me, though I can't seem to ignore the pain in my neck. "You'll never reject my love the way Number 1 did, will you?" he asks, a hint of sadness in his voice.
"Never," I whisper, looking up at him. He smiles and I return it, shifting so I can rest my head on his chest. He puts his arms around me and I feel perfectly at home.
After a while, I drift out to make Terry a coffee and see Number 1 recovering on one of the sofas. I narrow my eyes a little, unable to believe that she had rejected someone so wonderful. He's not perfect, certainly - no one is. But he's shown nowhere near as much love to any of the others as he has to me. He even promised I could please him again later on when I'm feeling better.
I look forward to it more than I can put into words.