Chapter Seven: Once Bitten
I didn't know what I was expecting, but to find myself in his room wasn't it. I paused near the doorway while he went to check something on his desk. I had a feeling he was dragging it out on purpose, hearing my heart rate. He sighed and turned to face me, looking anyway but at my eyes.
“I got the councillors to agree. I thought I could have it agreed and then do it rarely, but they decided to be stubborn about the whole thing. You really are my only feeder. Not that another human could really refuse me. But if the councillors got wind of it they'd think you were still free of the laws,” he explained. I only caught snatches and meanings of his words as my heart continued to hammer in my chest. Silence filled the space after his words and I didn't really know what to do. I could try running, but where was the use? I move my arms so they hugged me rather than being crossed. Like Cain I was staring at the floor. I heard the scuffle as he pushed himself from the desk and approached and I stepped back instantly, making him paused and sigh.
“How difficult are you going to make this?” he asked, sounding defeated as he ran a hand through his hair. I gulped, my neck itching again. The memory of how it hurt blaring through my head.
“It won't be like before,” he said, reading my expression.
“How can it not?” I replied.
“You said you trusted me,” he said and I scoffed, making his eyebrows lower.
“I said I trusted you most out of everyone here. That's not the same as full-blown trust,” I said. He frowned at my words, crossing his arms.
“Okay then, so how much do you really trust me?” he asked. I chewed my lower lips, considering my answer. Over the week I'd been forced to spend most of my day with him. I tried not to care, not to think of him as a person, but I had.
“Twenty percent,” I said, it a random guess, but felt right.
“Wow, that's it?” he said, dropping his arms and collapsing into an armchair. I hesitated but stepped forward, taking the chair opposite him. I hoped he didn't misread my move as any kind of invitation. He had one elbow propped up, his head leaning on the loosely fisted hand.
“You seem to appreciate the truth with me,” I said. Not sure how brave I should be. He nodded and sighed again. He did it a lot around me, but then I knew from his point of view I was exhausting.
“Do you want to go back to the outer lands?” he asked suddenly, sitting up straight and starring into my eyes. The question made me eyes grow wide, I was ready to deny and remembered my words before.
“Yes,” I said.
“And you're still pretty set on the idea that all of my kind are evil monsters?” he pushed, making me blinked at him and took a deep breath, closing my eyes. A week ago the answer would've been straightforward.
“Most,” I said, he raised an eyebrow at my choice of word and I shrugged. Was I showing his plan was or wasn't working? And if it wasn't, what did he plan to do about it? I tried not to contemplate the questions too much. He leaned forward, so we're were mere inches away. I leaned back a little without thinking. His expression was unreadable again and I wished I could read his mind. I wondered if that was what he was thinking about me as he studied my face.
“We both know what has to happen Nicole,” he finally said. I stood up and stepped away, his hand caught my elbow and pulled me closer. I tried to yank away but knew it was a pointless thing.
“Nicole, please don't make this hard. If you struggle it will hurt,” he said.
“Easy for you to say, you're not the human. You don't know what's it like to stand there helpless while someone is draining you of you're life blood,” I threw back, the harsh words taking him by surprise. He released his grip on my wrist and raised a hand to my face. I blinked, wondering what he was doing when he brushed a strand of hair behind me ear.
“Your right, I don't know what its like to be in your position. But I one hundred percent don't want to hurt you,” he said. I couldn't help but smile at him using my scale from earlier.
“Or should I multiple that by twenty so you believe me?” he asked with a laugh. I laughed a little too and lowered his hand from my hair, aware our fingers were still brushing at our sides. When had he gotten so close? Shouldn't I have noticed that and stepped away?
“I won't pass out,” I said, not leaving room for question.
“No, I wouldn't take that much,” he replied. I felt my chest heave as I considered things. I still had my resolve that said I didn't want to get bitten.