Victor's Home- Night
Bianca moaned as she slowly came to. Suddenly remembering what had happened between her and the demon she had run into earlier, Bianca's eyes snapped open with alertness and bloody rage. That fury faded once she saw a white ceiling instead of a blue sky. She looked around and noticed she wasn't at the beach anymore. Frowning, Bianca sat up. She gritted her teeth to stop from crying out as she felt an excruciating pain ripple though her stomach. Feeling her body, Bianca realized she was bandaged up from right under her breasts almost down to her hips. Over the bandages, she wore a large t-shirt; a man's t-shirt. The frown left her face when she realized her tank top and shorts must have gotten soaked in blood earlier. The question was, how did she get to wherever she was?
Bianca groaned slightly as she pushed aside the comforter covering her and slowly got out of the bed she was in. She walked over to the room's door and softly opened it, trying not to make any noise. She poked her head out and looked around the place for a moment before walking out of the room. She turned her head and narrowed her eyes. She could hear voices coming from down the hall. They were both males. She recognized the second to be the voice of her rescuer.
Victor: Is she awake yet?
Chris: No. She's still sleeping. I'm getting worried that she might be sick.
The other man chuckled.
Victor: You like her, don't you?
Chris: Grandpa! I just met her.
Victor: Then why did you bring her here instead of to a doctor?
Chris: I already told you. She didn't want me to take her to a doctor.
Victor: But, she is a beautiful young woman. Don't you think so?
There was silence and Bianca frowned at it. So, Chris didn't think she was pretty? That didn't sit very well with whom they were speaking of. Yet, Chris finally answered a few moments later.
Chris: Of course I think so. She's gorgeous. But, I still just met her. All I know about her is that her name is Bianca.
Bianca had been so interested in Chris's answer that she had failed to notice the vase on the table next to her arm. When it looked like Victor and Chris were coming her way, she backed up and her elbow knocked the vase over. If she hadn't been so darn distracted Bianca would have been able to throw out her arm in a flash and catch the vase in time before it hit the floor. Bianca's nerves shot to life and she winced as the vase shattered. Victor and Chris both jumped and walked faster towards the sound. Bianca gasped and hurried back to the room she had been sleeping in. After closing the door, Bianca put her back to it and took a deep breath. She didn't know what was the matter with her. She wasn't like this. She wasn't afraid or jumpy. She flinched again as a knock came to the door against her back and the vibrations from it traveled up her back. She was tempted to shimmer out. But, then Chris, who she guessed was at the door, would know she was not human. As much as that didn't matter to her, it did at the same time. Wait till she found out he wasn't any more human than her.
Bianca: Yes?
Chris smiled outside of the door, happy to know she was awake and sounding like herself.
Chris: Can I come in?
Bianca bit her bottom lip enough to draw blood. Should she let him in? She hardly knew him. He could be some rapist or serial killer, just looking for a pretty girl to kidnap. Bianca rolled her eyes at the stupid thought. Why would he have gone through all the trouble to save her if that were true?
She slowly turned around and put her hand on the door knob. When she opened the door a crack she couldn't help but feel less precautious once she saw Chris's face. He smiled down at her with the kindest look in his green eyes.
Chris: I'm surprised to see you up. I thought you might be in bed for awhile.
Bianca: I'm a fast healer.
Chris: So, can I come in?
Bianca realized she had opened the door completely. She had her small body blocking the small space she had the door open and there was no way Chris was getting by unless he rammed the door. Chris was a harmless human, she thought. Even if he caused her trouble, Bianca could kill him in the blink of an eye. Bianca stepped back and opened the door to let him pass. Chris entered the room and stared at her with an unnerving gaze.
Bianca: What?
Chris: That wound you have is all the way through you. I'm just surprised you're up already.
Bianca wished he would stop saying that. While she acted healed and fully recovered, she felt like she was barely standing on her feet and could pass out again any second.
Bianca: Did you bring me here?
Chris nodded and was quick to explain himself.
Chris: You didn't have a wallet. So, I didn't know where to find your home.
Bianca: You would bring a complete stranger into your home?
Chris: I'm an idiot. I admit it.
Bianca smirked at that. She knew he was probably just as intelligent as her. He just brought her there because she was good looking and on the verge of death earlier.
Bianca: Not many people would do that for me.
Chris: Not very many people would do that for anyone these days.
Bianca nodded. He wasn't like most men she had met. Men she knew liked to pretend nothing bad was happening in the world and have a party until the were killed while everything around them went to the dumps. Chris at least told the truth. Bianca liked a man to be honest with her. It made it easier to find out the truth from them.
Bianca: Thank you.
Chris: For what?
Bianca pressed her lips tight together. It wasn't that Chris didn't know what he had done. It was that he wanted her to say it out loud. Bianca wanted to knock him in the jaw for it.
Bianca: Thank you for saving me.
Chris: I didn't save you. I just brought you back here and bandaged up your wound.
Bianca: In my dictionary, I call that saving me.
Chris looked a bit uncomfortable about the idea of saving someone's life. Bianca found that to be another one of his assets. He didn't have a big head about himself.
Bianca: I guess I was lucky today.
Chris: I guess I was to.
The two of them stared at each other in awkward silence for what seemed just way too long. Disturbed by how Chris was able to draw her into a lack of speech, Bianca broke the silence.
Bianca: Once again, thank you. But, I really need to go.
She walked past Chris, ignoring his disheartened face, and out of the bedroom door. She listened to Chris steps quickly coming after her before she felt his grip closing on her arm. Until that point, Bianca hadn't thought Chris was anything to worry about and a measly human man. But, the instant he grabbed her arm and she felt his strength, her eyes grew dark and she snatched her arm away from him.
Bianca: Don't ever grab me.
Chris took a step back, witnessing the cold glare of her eyes and not wanting to start a fight. He hadn't meant to offend her.
Chris: I'm sorry. I was just going to ask, are you really going to leave in my shirt?
Bianca dropped her gaze and it only took a split-second to see she was still wearing the t-shirt she had woken up in. Now that Chris had said it was his, Bianca suddenly noticed it looked like a minidress on her and a large amount of her glossy tan legs were showing. If she bent over the wrong way she would show her ass to the male standing at her side.
Bianca: I'm loosing my touch. What in the world is wrong with me today?
Chris grinned, causing her eyes to darken again, and started walking in the opposite direction. Bianca frowned at the abrupt glint in his eye before she followed him. What was he up to and why did she feel as if it had to do with her?
Bianca: Where are you taking me?
Chris: More like, why are you following me?
Bianca narrowed her eyes at that and flexed her fingers as if she were ready to fling an energy ball at his back. She didn't like it when people made fun of her.
Bianca: Fine. Where are you going?
Chris walked into a room that Bianca had correctly guessed was his. He walked over to a trunk and opened the lid. He dug through the clothes inside before he found what he was looking for. He pulled out a pair of white jeans and silky burgundy shirt. Handing them to Bianca, he watched as the later raised her eyebrows at the clothing.
Bianca: You have women's' clothes in your room? How many girls have you exactly brought home before me?
Chris: They were my mother's.
Bianca: Were?
A glimpse of pain streaked across Chris's face. Most would have missed it. But, Bianca wasn't most.
Chris: Yes, 'were'. She died when I was fourteen.
Bianca didn't ask how. She'd lost her mother to and it pissed her off when people tried to figure out how. Was it any of their business? No. It hadn't been their parent.
Stepping back to signal that she would be leaving, Bianca raised her hand that held the clothes.
Bianca: Thank you, again. I'll get your address on the way out and send the clothes back to you.
Chris: You can keep them. I have tons more of my mom's stuff.
Bianca didn't feel right taking the clothing. On the other hand, she wanted to get the hell out of there and could care less if the clothes went in a dumpster afterwards. She seemed to be having a lot of double sided thoughts that day.
Bianca: I'll just get dress and be out of your way.
Chris: You can't leave right now. You're wounded.
Bianca: I can handle myself. I need to be getting home.
Chris: You can barely walk as it is.
Bianca: I can walk fine.
She knew that was a lie. She had tried her best not to drag her feet or limp in pain. But, in the end, she had looked like someone who had just walked out of a car accident.
Chris: Look, I can see you're just as stubborn as I am. But, I've learned if you're hurt as badly as you are then you need to sit your ass down for awhile.
Bianca eyes crinkled at the corners. She was a bit surprised of how he was talking to her. And that didn't mean she liked it.
Bianca: Why do you care so much?
Chris: I don't know. I just have soft spots in my heart for certain people. It kind of runs in my family.
On that note, Chris walked past her to leave the room so she could get dressed. As he neared her side, he leaned in to say one more thing.
Chris: I hope you take my advice and stay.
Bianca watched with slightly widened and admiring eyes as Chris walked out of the room to go find his grandfather. Why was he being so nice to her? Bianca just didn't understand it. Most people she had met wanted something from you or just wanted you dead. Chris was nothing like that. She barely knew him and he cared so much for her, as if they were friends or something. Bianca looked down at the clothes in her hands and sniffed the perfume that clung to them before she hugged them to her chest. Maybe she could stick around just for a little while longer.
