Ok guys, I know, I know. It's been forever since my last update. The problem is that my story is typed out on my fiance's laptop and I hardly ever use it anymore. :p I haven't forgotten about you guys though! lol. This chapter is rather short, but the next one will totally make up for it. ;] Please leave me reviews, I love reviews. :]
I was quiet relieved to discover that Eric had some dishes stored away in his cabinets. I hadn't thought anything about it when I was out shopping earlier. I threw some water and a block of Ramen noodles into a pan and turned on the stove. Before I could stop myself I heard myself ask "Do you want me to fix you anything?" Eric stared at me from the living room couch with the disbelief that I would ask such a silly question. I blushed. It was just a polite habit to offer food to people.
"Not unless you're offering yourself." I saw a smirk play across Eric's face and I felt my cheeks redden deeper. I heard him chuckle as I quickly turned to give the stove my complete attention.
While I slowly started to stir the noodles that were beginning to boil, I couldn't help but allow my eyes to make their way over to Eric. He seemed not to notice me staring. He was concentrating on the book that was opened up in front of him. He really was a handsome guy, no sane girl could deny that. His blond hair was slicked back with no hair out of place, and his eyes were the most beautiful blue I had ever seen, even if I didn't like them staring at me. I suddenly caught myself wondering what it would be like to kiss him and had to give myself a mental slap. No, Anna! I thought. He's probably going to kill you or something. No crushes on the enemy!
"It's my blood." I heard Eric say in a bored tone. I turned my full body to look at him.
"What are you talking about?" I asked confused.
"My blood does wonderful things for women." He looked up from his book and smiled at me. I felt my mouth open in shock.
"Can you read my mind or something?"
"No." Eric sat his book down and stood up from the couch. "It's the blood bond I told you about. I felt you have a desire for me, then you felt shame for it. My blood that you drank will make me attractive to you." Eric looked thoughtful a moment then grinned. "But I can guarantee you that it's not just the blood that makes me attractive."
I rolled my eyes. Well someone was cocky. I took a look at my noodles to make sure they weren't boiling over then looked back to Eric. Suddenly he was standing directly in front of me. I jumped and felt my heart start pumping with fear. I didn't like him this close. It was the danger zone. All he had to do was strike.
"Now you're afraid." Eric said. He leaned down really close to my ear and whispered "But there's some desire in there too." I felt my cheeks get warm and my breath didn't seem to want to move for a moment. I watched my feet and quickly wondered how fast they would let me run. "Look at me, Anna." Eric commanded. I shook my head. "Do it!" I looked up and met Eric's eyes. They really were beautiful, but I couldn't stand them. They could see everything I didn't want them to. Every dark moment, every secret, I hated them. I just wanted them to stop looking at me. I felt my breath go raggid as I fought the overwhelming urge to tear my eyes from his.
"Why don't you like people looking at you, Anna?" Eric asked. I opened my mouth to speak but simply couldn't think of an answer to give.
"I don't want to talk about it." was all I managed. Eric scowled at me.
"I know it's not just me that scares you this much. There's something else there, a reason you close yourself off and don't want anyone to see any part of you." Eric wasn't going to back down and I could feel tears starting to pool under my eyelids. I finally tore my eyes away and took in a deep breath to compose myself. I was having memories fly through my mind and they were triggering tiny little bombs of anxiety all through me. Eric sensed this and finally backed away giving me space.
"Soon you're going to tell me who hurt you, Anna." And just like that, he was gone.
I didn't see Eric the rest of the night. When I turned off all the lights and crawled into bed I just laid there in silence. I couldn't talk to Eric about my past, I had never talked to anyone about it. It wasn't like he really cared anyway. It was just another curiosity to go along with the "What am I?" mystery. I felt tears start to make their way down my cheeks and I threw a pillow over my face to stifle the sound. If Eric was anywhere close by, I didn't want him to hear me crying.
