(A/N) Hola everybody! So here's the next chapter in our instalment (yeah that's righty 2 updates in 1 week) I had so much fun writing this chapter! Thanks to anyone and everyone who reviewed! And also thanks to my friend for kicking my butt into posting today! 3 As always, enjoy and leave some love!
I don't think I received as much of a dose as I had before because I do remember leaving the place. I remember as he led me out through the maze of winding tunnels. I remember I could barely walk and was clinging to him. After a few dozen stumbles he picked me up and carried me in his arms. I remember nuzzling my head against his chest, I was tired and he was warm. I remember seeing daylight, first a small white dot that kept growing until we emerged in it. I let out a happy giggle, I was outside. There was a big long black car waiting out there, and the fat man, Mr. Tiny was there too. I remember I was quickly put into the back of the car before I could see any of my surroundings.
The back of the car was big and covered in cold black leather. He placed me against the window and put my seatbelt on. Mr. Tiny sat in the front of the car; it was almost like a limousine. The front had a divider separating it from the back. It was just me and Steve alone in the back. My head felt really woozy and my whole body felt heavy. I couldn't lift my arm or gather enough strength to make a sound. The window of the car was tinted black, but judging from the blur of figures outside of it I think we were going very, very fast. After a while the speed slowed and my window was rolled down. The speed was still so fast that the air rushed down my throat making it hard for me to breathe. I had to concentrate and control my breathing or else I felt even more lightheaded. After a while though I realized why I had needed the makeup, the change and my window to be rolled down. We passed through many villages, towns and cities. I was their insurance policy that nothing looked strange or out of the ordinary. As the day outside turned to night my window was rolled up. I wondered if we would stop for the night but we never did. I fell asleep sitting upright against the window.
When I awoke I felt normal and not drugged. I didn't even bother keeping my eyes closed, they probably already knew. Everything was the same except Mr. tiny was no longer driving the car. He was in the passenger seat asleep, and something else was. I looked to my right at Steve. He had a semi apologetic look on his face, and I gave him a stare of disgrace and looked away. I was disgusted that they wouldn't even allow to keep me awake, was I that much of a threat? Well I was awake now, for whatever reason. I soon found out.
He cleared his throat. I pretended not to notice.
"Natalie?"
"Don't call me that."
"Ok then, Princess. I'm sorry and I know this looks bad, but I have to feed."
I didn't move.
"Please? I'm sorry I had to drug you but I still can't be sure you won't try to escape."
"Why the fuck are you pretending to be nice? You don't have to lie I know what I'm here for, and I will NEVER stop trying to get away from you."
He said nothing.
I sighed and undid my seatbelt. He usually fed from my left arm, so I moved myself onto his lap straddling him. I looked the other way as he began the agonizing process of drinking my blood. After a little while he did something unexpected and started rubbing my back with his free hand. It was slightly comforting and shortly after my head was resting on his shoulder. When he was done I placed myself back in my seat.
I sighed, I was still weak and my chances of escape were as little as ever. He didn't even have to move me by force. Yeah, I was a force to be reckoned with. The sun was rising and I realized I had been in the car for a whole day. My legs were starting to cramp, so I pulled them up to my chest. I don't know if it was because I felt defeated, or maybe because I felt so trapped in this car, but strangely enough tears began to roll down my cheek.
Six days had gone by in that car. I could get no answers or information to where we were going from Steve. All he would say was, "You don't need to know." And to that I would surprise myself and growl at him.
On the second day he remembered I needed food and tried feeding me. He offered me a granola bar but I pushed it away and looked in the other direction. After a few tries, he grabbed my jaw and squeezed pressure until I would opened my mouth. Then he would place small bits of food in my mouth, cover my mouth, and pinch my nose until I swallowed it. Forceful, but effective.
Every so often we would stop at gas stations and he would lead me towards a bathroom. He brought me inside with him, locked the door, and once he had gone he would turn away and allow me to do my business. Once when he was using the toilet, I had tried to unlock the door and run, but before I could even turn the lock he had one hand on my shoulder and the other on my waist advising me not to. And so I never really tried again.
On this sixth day, I was currently undrugged staring outside at the blurred objects passing by. It was just about dusk, and from what I could tell we were not driving in the city. Eventually I could see a small dim light begin to grow bigger. Aw shit, another border. Mr. Tiny signalled to Steve and he produced a needle filled with a small amount of the calming/sleeping drug. Not enough to knock me out, just enough to make me seem tired but cooperative. I looked away as he placed the needle into my arm. These days I was always on some kind of drug, I was used to the numbness in my tongue and lethargic feeling.
When we pulled up to the border my window was rolled down and the man there began talking to Mr. Tiny. After the guy peered into the back window he asked if I was alright. I smiled and nodded my head. Then for extra effect I yawned. Another killer performance. After our fake I.D.s and passports were checked, we drove right on through. I counted in my head 5 minutes. After they had passed, Steve began to do something that had become quite familiar after border stops.
He undid my seatbelt and lowered me onto his lap. I lay there, unable to move, staring up into his eyes. I hoped that the anger in my eyes shone through. He fed me a few pieces of food like he usually did and I let him feed me without me biting off his fingers. But then, he began to trace the features of my face with his fingers. I would not look him in the face. He ran his fingers through my hair, traced my jawline, and brushed over my lips with his fingers. But this night was different. This night, he lifted my limp body upwards. He held me on an angle, and when he lowered his face towards mine, I could feel his hot breath on my face. He looked right at me, and I didn't break his seductive gaze.
He murmured to me, "You're beautiful, and I never thought I'd say that about a human. So delicate, so fragile, and yet you possess this undeniable beauty. I don't understand it."
If my face wasn't numb, the look I would have had would have been priceless. Did HE just say I? Omg he did not just…He couldn't of said that! He doesn't care he just drinks my blood! Wait a minute, why do I care so much?
And with that current flat out confusion racing through my mind. He kissed me. My kidnapper kissed me. It was a soft, gentle kiss. It challenged everything I thought I knew about his behaviour. It lasted for more than just a second, and in my current numb state, I cursed his name in my head. Not because he had been drugging me for the last days, not because he had just kissed me, and not even because he had kidnapped me. I cursed at his name, because I was unable to kiss him back.
