Chapter 2

"I am Yours?" She was angry, no she was infuriated! "I am not YOURS! I am mine!" The boy smiled that smile, so cold, what type of smile was that? He looked at her with his red dye eyes and his mouth closed, hiding the things she was scared of most in this world. He only looked at her when he spoke "You are mine, you can't disobey me and I have made it so you have a chance to live forever as long as you are with me, you can be killed as easily as any human, in fact you are still human, but you will live on until I die or be killed yourself. You are merely my food source." She sat up in the bed still pain rang throughout her body; it was like she had no energy, like all the life was drained from her body. She eventually spoke "I'm not food!" He smiled and replied "You are to me". She snapped "What does that mean?!" He sighed "you will be the only one I feed off of" The anger faded away and fear came back, she looked at him, the fear was noticeable all over her face, he smiled. She looked away then down at her lap, " W-whats your name?" he looked at her, like he was surprised "Its Devan." She looked at him surprised by what a nice name he had. She spoke once again

"I'm Amy, um why didn't you kill me, along with my village?" His face had no emotion, but his eyes said otherwise, he looked like he wanted to cry, but he just looked at her when he finally spoke "I was angry, and it has nothing to do with you, it doesn't matter what you thought, your village wasn't so innocent, they killed many people just to get rid of a couple of vampires, they had it coming." She was crying now, did she really know nothing about them? The place she lived in since a baby, and now she was with the person who killed all of them, and why does she believe him? She couldn't stop crying, why? Was it because she sort of knew all this time or because she doesn't hate Devan for killing her family? Without another word he wiped the tears from her cheek, without thinking she hugged him and cried. Why did she do that? It seemed so natural to be close to him, but she should hate him, but she didn't. They stayed like that for a while and when she stopped crying she looked up at him, he looked at her so lovingly, but how? Why?

He looked down at her, that's when she noticed he was in pain, how long has it been since he fed? How long had she been out? She noticed he kept his mouth shut; he was in pain, trying not to tear into her flesh and devour every drop of her blood. After watching him for a long time she broke the silence "How long was I out?" when he spoke she noticed she was right about what she thought. "About a month". It hit her, a month? How is he holding up? When she spoke her whole being shook with fear "You need to feed don't you?" His gaze was now focused on her neck "Yea" his voice was hoarse and pained filled. She was shaking as his mouth got closer to her, she felt him lick her neck, then he bit down, not gentile or slow, no he bit down hard and fast, the pain was unexplainable, he seemed to try to slow down but it made things worse, he slammed her against the bed hard and continued to drink, only when her heart began to grow weak he pulled away. He held her weak body, and then wiped her blood from his mouth. He finally spoke "I am afraid I might break you, so delicate and small. No matter how much I hold back I can still tell you're in pain. But damn you smell good, no one's blood has ever appealed to me as much as yours. You're like a cookie I can't get enough of, a very weak, small, fragile cookie." He looked at her as she slept in his arms.