Baby or beast ch. 7

They were both quiet, not knowing what to say to eachother. And with fear that this moment would be ruined with the presence of spoken words. Nothing was said during their walk back to the cabin. Her hand, so small compared to his was still holding his larger paw. Her hands were so small and delicate; wich has the exact opposite of his own. They were large and powerful, with small black claws emerging from his fingertips. They were hideous and terrifying compared to her lovely, tiny ones. But of course, any hand would be considered small compared to his.

He never knew that this could bring him so much joy. He fought back the urge to smile. With her hand still holding his, no other experience could be compared to this.

As they entered the cabin, they both realized that it was well past midnight. They were both exhausted, not from the walking but from the intense emotions that the two of them had felt on this very night. It had been a long night from the both of them and they needed rest. But there was one obvious problem, there was only one bed. Leon realized that he should let her have it. She was the injured one after all. She needed a more comfortable place to sleep, and he had no problem with sleeping on the floor, with a few blankets and pillows, he should be comfortable for the night. After all, he's known much worse.

Bella was sitting in the bed, ``his`` bed she thought .his scent was all over the sheets, the blankets and the pillows. His scent was so strange, so unlike anything she had known. it was strong but pleasant . Masculine, but very animal like. She couldn't help but inhale his deeply, enjoying his smell, that was discreet but everywhere at once. She could hear his footsteps from here. He was in the other room looking for something. Food, blankets? She knew that he was tired as well, so Bella assumed he latter. Staying awake was getting difficult, her eyes were getting heavy. The only thing she had on her mind was sleeping. But she wondered what it would be like to sleep so close to a beast. She had already done that but now things were different. She was now aware of her surroundings and unlike before, she knew that he was here. Bella knew that she should be scared of him. With his monstrous looks and his imposing stature, he could easily terrorize anyone.

She wondered if deep down, she was the strange one. She should feel something, anything at all but didn't. No fear, no pain and no hatred. She just felt numb as if she was voluntarily blocking the emotions out. Bella knew that her troubles would begin as soon as these suppressed feelings would manifest themselves. She was blocking them out for her own sake. She knew that she wouldn't be able to handle them. Trying to keep a lid on her emotions was the only thing she cared about at that time. She turned her attention back to her companion. His attention was clearly elsewhere as he was still looking for something. He was in the other room, talking to himself. It was the first time that she had heard his voice. It was deep, and somehow so smooth. It didn't sound like anything that she's ever heard. His voice really matched his exterior; it was rough and undeniably inhuman.

She wondered about how he was like and how h came to be. She couldn't help but wonder about certain things. Has he always been alone? Did he have a family? Was he the only one of his kind? She wondered how he would react if she started to ask him questions. The last thing she wanted was to upset him, or worse, anger him. With those claws, he could easily hurt her.

Maybe it would be easier if she tried to ignore these things. The claws, the sharp teeth, the fur…. Then it would make the situation a lot less frightening. Bella believed that if his intentions had been bad from the beginning, then she would've gotten hurt a while ago. And he would be capable of it. She was more vulnerable now that she was injured. It would be so easy for him to get rid of her. With his strength, he could easily take her life without difficulty.

She could wait for him to give her those answers. She was, understandably and undeniably, growing impatient.

He could feel her watching him. Burning holes into his back with those eyes of hers. He was all too aware that she was watching his every move. Examining his behavior, searching for a flaw. He felt overwhelmed and nervous. He already knew why she was watching him. She was curious; she wanted to ask him questions and was too scared to ask. Or she didn't know how to bring it up. So many things to fear and so many things to understand. His mind was elsewhere, he just didn't care anymore. He wanted to tell her the truth, but what was the truth? He didn't even have the answers for himself which made it all so much more confusing. How could he possibly tell her anything if he didn't have the answers to the simplest of questions?

He wanted answers as well but there was no one left who could tell him anything about the secrets of his existence. His father was long gone and he didn't have the slightest idea about his mother's whereabouts .maybe after all this time, he would find the courage to go and see her again. He wondered if things would still be the same. Would she still be the same? Would she still be sick or cured? There was no way of knowing these things unless he went to see her. Leon was worried. How could he possibly explain this situation to her? That a girl had appeared out of nowhere, he had saved her life and brought back to his cabin to look after. He was afraid of how his mother would react; he had so many things on his mind, so many questions that needed to be answered, that he wanted to ask her.

But Leon had no idea where to begin.