I'm so so sorry for not uploading anything in a very long time. I've been busy and unable to write for so long now and then my computer crapped out on me that I had some of Chapter 3 wrote on, so I had to start from scratch. I truly apologize. Thank you all for the reviews, I hope you all like it!
It's been hours since Olive has heard from Adam, or even saw him. She thought when he first left she may see him within an hour, but alas as the time passes, he still isn't here. She mumbles to herself before she spots it, after all he was a musician, she figured he would have one somewhere. Grinning she picks up Adam's guitar and strums it. Growing up, she never learned how to play, although she always wanted to. Maybe if Adam heard her playing his guitar, or just playing it badly he would have to show up to take it away from her, right?
She could hear the bolts from the outside moving, and she laughs quietly to herself. "Speak of the devil." She murmurs.
"I'm back." Adam says as he opens the door, quick to shut it. "And I have food." He flashes her a quick grin before going into the kitchen to grab two glasses. He walks over to her and sits one glass in front of her, moves his guitar from her hands, and sits his glass down too. "Been playing my guitar? How do you like it?"
"I would like it better if I knew what the hell you've done to me, and why whatever you have in that bag smells delicious." The bag was red, deep red. Olive raises a brow to Adam's grin.
"It's a blood bag, care for a drink?"
"A BLOOD BAG? What the hell?"
He chuckles, pouring one bag into her glass and handing it to her. Olive sniffs it for a second, the look of disgust fleeing when she takes a sip. She didn't even realize she was thirsty until the first drop touched her tongue. She looks over at him after taking a drink. "This. Is. Delicious." She licks her lips after finishing her glass.
"I thought you might like it." He grins at her and winks. She smirks at him, and leans back in the chair.
"All fucking night, I've been so bored and unsure of what to do." He smirks at her and points to the blinds.
"Well, soon..we will sleep, until tomorrow night."
She shakes her head and sighs. "And you're going to wait until tomorrow to tell me what I am, is that correct?"
He laughs. "You don't have a guess yet, no?"
Olive shakes her head, then sighs and nods. "I do, but it is so cliché, and they aren't even real!" Adam laughs as he walks over to the other couch.
"That…that is the attitude expected I suppose. For now, sleep. Tomorrow, I have things to teach you."
Olive huffs, and mumbles under her breath. The more he says wait until tomorrow, yadda yadda yadda, the more he is beginning to piss her off. But, he was letting her stay here, and knowing what she possibly could be, she didn't want to take her chance with the sunlight. Grumbling she turns over, and closes her eyes. Tiredness hit her like a bus, and she was out.