She ran out and away to the park before the two could turn to her again. She sat a lone bench just under a lamp post and examined her hand. It was shaking a little, probably because Trish suddenly slapped it away. For a while she thought about what to do with it. 'Should I let it bleed?' she wondered, knowing that her weird ability can solve it in no time. But she knew there was a consequence, she already felt nauseous because of the lost blood. Blinking away tears, she fumbled with her jeans. She forgot to bring her handkerchief again. With a groan she poised to wipe the blood on her blouse but someone's hand suddenly closed on her wrist and pulled her up.
"You really are insane!" his face swam into view, panting "Don't just run away with your hand bleeding like a waterfall!" She looked pale, dangerously pale. Her hand was still bleeding and other than that he'll have to worry about the others who caught her scent. "I'm alright." she replied evenly. He swore under his breath, wondering how she was even able to keep standing. Most girls would have been freaked! Without warning, her knees quivered but he was ready for it and he cooped her up easily and placed her down the park bench. He endured it, even tried to ignore it; the invisible pull in his gut to bring her hand to his mouth and drink her dry. He sat beside her, biting his lower lip. Her head hung back over the bench as he took out his bloodied handkerchief and started cleaning her blood. She gasped when his hand was nearing the edge of her wound.
"I'm sorry." He whispered urgently. He knew her eyes were shining with tears because the scent of her blood abruptly increased so much that he needed to keep his mouth shut as much as possible before it waters. When he finished he felt dizzy as well. It was hard to ignore her rich, heady scent that smelled like sunlight. He gestured to tie the handkerchief hoping that her blood would stop tempting him.
"No!" her hand suddenly grabbed his to stop him "I mean-". Leo didn't let her finish, he swatted her hand away and tied the cloth on her bleeding one. A small scream escaped her lips. He didn't need to do that. Eire could already feel her healing powers kicking in. She sighed and kept her mouth shut. Losing blood was making her too impulsive for her own good. She can't have anyone know her secret. She swept some sweat off her brow and stood.
"Thank you." Eire smiled "I'll return it tomorrow." She turned and walked away. When she was out of sight she untied the handkerchief and examined her half-closed wound. Satisfied, she walked back to her house where her nightmare would begin.
He stared at her back disappointed but relieved, he didn't know how long he could stand just smell her but only stare. His eyes dropped and he found himself staring at his hand, which was a little damp from her blood. He brought his hand up to his face and let Eire's scent overwhelm him. His tongue flicked out to his hand for a taste. A low growl erupted from his throat as he licked her blood greedily. It was sweet and rich but along with it, even though it was only a hint, he could taste power. And power only made her blood sweeter. He finished licking his hand and for a while he was content. He stood and went to his empty mansion where he's been living for 3 years. He turned the tv on as he sat on his bed.
As he watched his mind drifted back to Eire. At one time he talked to her because of his curiosity, he would even bully her sometimes just for fun. But now that he had tasted her, it would be stupid to think that he didn't want her. He was one of the few vampires who don't mind going to school. It wasn't because he had given up blood but because he was a bit spoiled for choice. Most of the people in school didn't even smell right to him. He smirked to himself. He would make her his. And what he wanted, he would always get.
She could hear her parent's shouts before her hand even touched the doorknob. Her parents were fighting again, as always. They've been at it ever since her brother died when she was 10. It was as if he was the only thread that kept them together and now that he was gone, everything was gone as well. She didn't even remember the last time her parents talked to her without shouting. She went in and headed straight for the stairs. They were in the kitchen arguing, no doubt, over something stupid. Her mother shouted something at her but she didn't care. It had been a long time since she really cared for anything. She remembered Leo's handkerchief and took a detour to the washing room. She looked at her hand to make sure it was healed. The wound was already closed and was only recognizable through a red, jagged scar. She poked it a bit, it stung. She winced and began washing the hanky until it looked new.
Still wet, she took it back to her room and hung it on her balcony. She changed and sunk on her bed to fall asleep.
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